039 His name is Yi Chen

The cold breath overwhelmed the sky, flooded the vast sky, and also flooded the spiritual platform. Yang Zifan seemed to be in a small boat in the stormy waves and almost overturned. If it hadn't been for the new enlightenment, if it hadn't been for the momentum, he would have suspected that he would have died miserably.

"Hey!" With a sigh, the breath stopped abruptly.

Yang Zifan doesn't know why he is angry.

The colorful light mask weakened, and the clouds around it floated by, and there was no trace of the broken house.

Yang Zifan was surprised by the person's power beyond his own understanding, and surprised by the colorful mask, what it is used for. I'm even more surprised by who he is.

After thinking about it, there seemed to be only one reason, so he tried, "How could the senior be locked up?"

"Kid, will I be trapped?" His voice was cold and confident, as if everything in the world could be seen through.

"Oh." Yang Zifan doesn't think so. With his personality, he will only believe his own judgment, and what others hear can't be taken seriously.

The other party didn't want to be entangled in this issue, and Yang Zifan said, "Why me?"

"I'm bored!"

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Yang Zifan didn't expect to get such a boring answer, so he simply gave up the idea of exploration and asked, "At least let me know the name?"

"It's not the right time. Let's talk about it when you win." The mysterious man's voice is swaying.

Yang Zifan was indifferent, turned around and jumped out of the clouds again, standing in the air, without the first confusion, the second helplessness, but only indifference and self-confidence.

"Hey, old friend, it's a fight."

Mo Ke's closed eyes opened, his blue eyes moved, and his face was happy: "Finally waited for you out."

Yang Zifan was a little surprised and asked, "How long has it been?"

"October is less than two days."

"It's been so long... You remember it clearly. It's a nice day today. Yang Zifan looked at the clear sky and did not get to the point.

"The sun is quite high." Moke said painlessly.

Boo don't seem to be in a hurry to do it.

Standing quietly in the air for a long time, the two figures watching the sky almost disappeared at the same time.

"Bang." The first contact was calm and powerful, and the two's arms collided with each other.

"You understand!" Yang Zifan looked at Mo Ke with a smile.

Mo Ke pushed Yang Zifan away and smiled, "You also understand!"

" Yang Zifan pointed to the sky.

A rain fog suddenly appeared in the sky * Mo Ke Tuan to wrap it up. Mo Ke opened his hand and tore it. The rain fog was invisible and qualitative. Under his palm, he seemed to be implicated. He only heard the crisp sound. The rain fog called by Yang Zifan was torn in half.

"What do you think of my move?" More than 100 virtual shadows flashed around Moke, which surrounded Yang Zifan in an instant. For a moment, he couldn't tell who was real and who was fake.

More than 100 virtual shadows step forward.

"The law is useless to me." Yang Zifan opened his mouth and said, "Break."

The shadow disappeared, leaving Moke standing in the distance. Yang Zifan stepped forward and broke the secret quietly. Since he understood the power of the source, he has only cast spells in his thoughts.

The palms are like knives, cutting through Moke's body, but there is no physical feeling.

A virtual shadow floated behind him.

Yang Zifan said it was not good.

"Haha! Eat my paw." Moke didn't know what means he used to avoid Yang Zifan's spiritual consciousness quietly appeared behind him.

The claw wind is fierce.

With the cultivation of the two at this stage, being captured is the consequence of death or injury.

Yang Zifan reversed his body and his upper body could avoid the shadow of his claws, but he failed to avoid Moke's kicking feet, and his waist was firmly kicked straight.

When the blue light and black fog came together, Yang Zifan hummed and did not retreat. He stretched out his hand to pull out the thousand-year iron wood pine in the air and hit it on Moke.

"Ah..."

Two people flew back at the same time.

Yang Zifan rubbed the kicked muscles around his waist and frowned in pain.

Mo Ke also reached out to grab the back that was hit by Yang Zifan's stick and jumped around in pain.

A draw.

Yang Zifan said, "How can the virtual shadow be fake?"

Mo Ke said, "Why can't I move away?"

The two asked each other, but no one answered anyone and jumped up again. However, Yang Zifan suddenly retreated and slapped his palms. The clouds in the air flew out like hidden weapons and were broken by Moke's strong Zhenyuan.

He stretched out his finger and popped out a large fire, and Moke scolded, "These little things are useless."

"This is not necessarily possible." Yang Zifan, who quickly flew back, showed a rare cunning smile on his mouth and punched out with his palms.

The clouds scattered by Moke are like pieces of paper, and they burn when they meet the sky fire. In an instant, the sky turned into a sea of fire. Although Moke's cultivation was strong, he encountered the sky fire, and the immortals did not dare to get close to him. Xiaoli was still able to take it hard, and he suddenly fell into the sea of fire and was immediately burned to scream and be embarrassed.

While Yang Zifan was tired of dealing with the sky fire, all the true elements in his body were poured into his hands, and the vitality around him turned into an invisible sword.

There is a strange scene outside the sea of fire in the sky.

Countless invisible swordsmanship turned to the Moke rolling in the sea of fire. In addition, the thousand-year-old iron pine in Yang Zifan's hand ignited a green flame.

"Eat me again." Such a move poured into Yang Zifan's lifelong cultivation and smashed it across the air.

Moke was shocked and burst out all his cultivation, shook the sky fire on his body, smashed the sword spirit around, and his claws were dark black. He knew that if he couldn't take over the stick, he would die here.

He hasn't played enough in the world of flowers. How can he be willing to die here?

The stick and claws hit each other.

"Puff."

The colliding Zhenyuan shook out two huge airflows, turned into a strong wind, and scattered all the clouds.

One blue and one black dazzling light covered the sun.

is a complete competition of cultivation. Although Yang Zifan's cultivation is not as profound as Mo Ke, he took the lead. Although Mo Ke's cultivation is profound, he went to resist this.

Once the two of them came up, Yang Zifan naturally took the lead.

The cyan flame is getting stronger and stronger, and the black fog is getting weaker and weaker. Mo Ke can almost smell the burnt smell from his paws. He hurriedly resisted, and his body is being led by the sky fire, and he sees that the strength of his hands is a little weak.

"Am I going to be beaten back?" He changed his mind, but there was no more power in his hand. The black fog went out, the cyan flame spewed down, and he completely lost the idea of resistance.

"Fuck." At this time, Yang Zifan's scolding came, and the gushing cyan flame suddenly disappeared. Yang Zifan floated in the air with a black stick on his face.

Moke found that he was fine except for the damage to his claws. He thought Yang Zifan was merciful and laughed, "Brother, you are so funny."

Yang Zifan's face was red and blue. It's not that he didn't want to kill, but the curse of supernatural fruit. He just played too hard and forgot about it for a while. He hollowed out his whole body and had no power to follow up, which caused the current scene.

Of course, he won't be stupid enough to tell Moke about this matter. He coughed and said, "Your life is mine, remember it."

After saying that, he turned around and got into the cloud where the mysterious man was.

Moke didn't see what was going on. He grabbed his head and wondered, "Is there such a good man in the world?"

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"You are quite good at pretending."

Yang Zifan, who re-entered the cloud, heard this sentence.

Yang Zifan was smirked and sighed, "People all over the world are like this. I should also learn."

"Did you eat the supernatural fruit?"

When asked the key point, Yang Zifan's heart trembled and nodded silently.

"Can seniors solve it?"

"I don't have that leisure."

The meaning of his words is very clear and can be understood, but he is unwilling. Yang Zifan can't force it. He changed the topic and asked, "Senior, should there be a name for these things you taught me?"

"Hmm?" Didn't the man wonder if he had told him before? So he scolded, "Stupid guy, this is called the original power. Didn't I tell you?"

Yang Zifan grabbed his head and said with a simple smile, "I forgot, I forgot."

"So, the boy doesn't know the name of his predecessor yet."

"Yi Chen..." The man's voice was very long, as if he hadn't answered others for a long time, and the words in his words sounded a little strange.

Yang Zifan suddenly knelt down and knocked three times in the clouds.

"Thank you for saving and teaching me."

For many years, no one can teach him anything. He has always been a person groping on this road of practice. Today, he finally met someone who can show himself the way. How can he not be moved?

Thinking of the past, the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart burst out in an instant, and he cried loudly for the first time since he heard the sound.

The man doesn't cry easily, but today he has to cry enough, because he has found the way. As long as there is a way, he can walk. No matter how far you go and how tired you are, the end of the road is always home.

A homeless teenager knelt on the ground and cried.

The wind and clouds changed, and the clouds floated around him as if to comfort him, as if to tell him that he was not lonely and had never been lonely.

"You boy."

The sigh of Elder Yi Chen came from the cloud. The white clouds dispersed and revealed the small shabby house. The window door of the room opened gently, and a tall figure could be faintly seen.

Yang Zifan raised his head and looked at him. Finally, he couldn't see who the man was. He just remembered the blue in the shadow. The tearful eyes are hazy and the stroke is drifting, the clouds are moving, and the colorful light mask is shining.

"Why are the seniors locked up?"

"I just made a bet."

"Can't you come out?"

"I don't want to go out."

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Three days later, Yang Zifan appeared outside the broken demon light and looked back at the "Master" he met by chance. It took only one day to untie the curse of the supernatural fruit. It was really incredible, but it was a pity that Master Long gave him the fairy armor he finally failed to take it.

He wanted to stay here and continue to practice, but he didn't expect that Elder Yi Chen didn't want him to be here, so he had no choice but to leave. He withdrew his eyes, but saw Moke sitting in the clouds not far away.

"Hey, why haven't you left yet?"

Moke woke up and said with a wry smile, "I dare not leave if he doesn't say anything."

"You are so cute." Yang Zifan saw his appearance and a strange sigh came out of his mouth.

Moke is the lord of the virtual world. How could he have been laughed at like this? He rolled up his sleeves angrily and said, "Do you still want to fight? You can't beat me today."

Yang Zifan smiled and fell to Moke's side. His right hand naturally patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "Let's go with me!" Aren't you going to play in the world?

Mo Ke's body stiffened and looked at him strangely.

Yang Zifan quickly withdrew his hand and said very serious, "Please, don't look at me like this. My orientation is normal."