007 Master!

The autumn wind is blowing and the wax leaves are yellow.

Yang Zifan went out of the tent before dawn and called back Xiao Shuo.

Xiao Shuo seemed to feel something and rubbed his face with his hairy body.

"I'm leaving." Yang Zifan squeezed out a smile on his face, and Xiao Shuo understood the meaning of the words.

"Get along well with them." Yang Zifan put him by the tent of Xuantianmen. Xiaoshuo took a few steps forward and turned around.

"Let's go. It's not safe to follow me." He waved his hand, and the sneezing sound came from the distance. Xiao Shuo covered his eyes and flew to Yang Zifan with a large area of colorful light. It understood Yang Zifan's meaning and ran in the direction of the mythical beast.

The colorful light circled around Yang Zifan. Yang Zifan reluctantly reached out and touched it. The light was weak and disappeared into the air.

"Don't." Yang Zifan took a last look and slowly flew into the sky.

I came to a hill somewhere in North Mengjiao and looked at the colorful feathers in my hand.

"Haha...hahahaha!" Unbridled laughter, tears rolled in his eyes.

"Let's go, let's go!" He shouted, and his colorful feathers threw down the mountain, drifting into the clouds and into the fog...

Turn around and leave.

There is no hesitation. The future is gone, but at least there are memories.

He raised his middle finger to the sky.

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"It's early!" Far away, Qingjia saw what Yang Zifan did without making any comments.

"Okay, it's done. Let's go!" Yang Zifan had a bright smile on his face.

Qingjia frowned and couldn't help saying, "It's not for you to die."

Yang Zifan shook his head: "I'm not going to leave, just give myself some determination, and I will come back in the future." The tone is firm and domineering without doubt.

In a trance, Qingjia couldn't understand him or see through him. He smiled and said, "Don't stinky fart. When the realm comes, you can't come back after you go up."

"Go." Yang Zifan sniffed: "Let's go, who do you want to see?"

Qingjia smiled mysteriously, and the one-handed seal disappeared on the mountain with Yang Zifan.

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"Oh, have you seen it?"

Da Luo Jinxian appeared on a rocky mountain with Yang Zifan and slaved him.

Yang Zifan looked at it as he showed.

Strong back, plain white gown, very familiar, very familiar.

Is it?

The man turned around and slightly narrowed a pair of copper bell-sized eyes on his face.

"Master." Yang Zifan was stunned.

I didn't expect that the meeting will be like this many years later, in this place.

Long Xiaofeng laughed and patted Yang Zifan on the shoulder with his thick palm: "I haven't seen him for years. He's grown."

Yang Zifan scratched his head and giggled.

Qingjia came up and said to Yang Zifan, "Don't you still want to escape?"

Yang Zifan glanced at him and said, "Didn't you say earlier that I would escape?"

"Escape?" Long Xiaofeng looked at Qingjia.

Qingjia smiled and said, "You good apprentice, you are very noisy." I will talk about the things along the way.

Long Xiaofeng laughed and said, "I really deserve to be an apprentice." There is no blame.

"However, your cultivation." He stared at Yang Zifan and was shocked. He had only seen his cultivation at such a level for more than ten years.

Yang Zifan hurriedly said, "I won't fight."

Qingjia shook his head and said, "You two are really born as teachers and apprentices."

Yang Zifan knew Long Xiaofeng's temper and quickly changed the topic and said, "Qingjia Fairy, can you let my friend go?" Moke has been locked up for a long time, and he dares to say it bluntly with his master by his side.

Qingjia said with a difficult face, "I'm afraid this is not good. Anyway, he is a demon general in the virtual world."

"He hasn't harmed anyone. He just chased me and ran away. I'll deal with it." Yang Zifan put on an arrogant look.

I'm afraid he is the only one who plays tricks in front of Daluo Jinxian.

"Apprentice, don't be rude." On the contrary, Long Xiaofeng did not help Yang Zifan. The demons in the virtual world are taboo in the fairy world. He doesn't want Yang Zifan to have anything to do with this.

"Brother Qingjia, thank you for your hard work along the way. You can rest first. Wait a moment, and I'll talk to my apprentice and we'll leave."

"Ye." Qingjia nodded and stood aside to close his eyes to refresh his mind.

"Master is leaving so soon?" Although Yang Zifan expected this, he was still reluctant to give up.

Long Xiaofeng sighed and said, "This time I'm just sending you a message on behalf of someone."

"Who is the message?" Yang Zifan is a little confused. Is there anyone in the sky who is paying attention to himself besides the master?

"It's all the master's fault. If it weren't..." Speaking of the past, Long Xiaofeng couldn't hide his guilt for Yang Zifan.

"Master, the apprentice's life should be like this. You don't have to care so much." Yang Zifan figured it out and didn't feel anything wrong with Jiuye Qinglian's heart. Although he still can't figure out what it is, he can completely guess that the mortal book will only be a good thing.

Long Xiaofeng looked at him and said seriously, "Don't call me master in the future."

Yang Zifan was shocked and said, "Why?"

Long Xiaofeng said again, "And you can't call other people's masters."

"This!"

Two consecutive sentences made him unable to adapt.

Long Xiaofeng sighed and said, "There is only one of your master."

"Who?" Yang Zifan vaguely guessed some possibilities.

"Emperor of Heaven." Long Xiaofeng slowly spit out two words.

"Emperor of Heaven?" Yang Zifan guessed that it was the person who let the master send a message, but he didn't expect it to be the high-power guy above.

He lowered his head and meditated, and the wind slowly blew across his face, which was a little cold.

Qingjia also looked slightly. Long Xiaofeng looked at Yang Zifan, who was lost in thought, and knew that he needed to give him some time.

However, at this time, Yang Zifan raised his head with a smile on his face and spit out three words.

"I refuse."

Qingjia was shocked.

Who is the emperor of heaven? I don't know how many people want to worship him. This boy is so out of the world.

Long Xiaofeng was stunned and suddenly raised his palm and slapped Yang Zifan's face.

"Bang."

There is no dodge, and it is firmly hit in the face.

"Stupid boy, it's your blessing to accept you as an apprentice." Long Xiaofeng was furious.

Yang Zifan covered his red and swollen face and looked up and his eyes were extremely firm: "Do you want to be my master just by one sentence? Everyone in the world can be my master, but he can't.

The clouds in the sky danced, turned into a mass of different shapes, and dispersed again, as if someone was stirring with their hands.

There is no room for manoeuvre.

The mountains are quiet, as if everything in the sky and underground is too scared to make a sound because of Yang Zifan's words.

"You don't have to think about us." Long Xiaofeng's tone softened, and he knew that Yang Zifan was taking care of his feelings.

Yang Zifan smiled indifferently and pointed to heaven: "He is the lord of the fairyland. I am a mortal. If you want to be his immortal master, don't come to me, a little mortal."

"Don't you want to know the past of the Deadly Book?" Qingjia couldn't help opening his mouth.

Yang Zifan snorted coldly, "If you want to accept me as an apprentice, it's not because of this book. I practiced and was born to raise it. No one has ever taught me anything, but in the white clouds, he is my master. Qingfeng Laodao, who raised me, is my master. Tianbao, who protects me by the Tianyuan faction, is my master. Long Xiaofeng, who took me on the road of immortal cultivation, is my master.

He spoke aggressively word by word, and suddenly turned his head and stared at the dragon Xiaofeng, with a cold light in his eyes: "Warning you, don't pretend to be my master in front of me."

Long Xiaofeng's face stiffened, and a mass of fog dissipated, turning into a handsome prince.

"Who are you?" Yang Zifan looked at him warily and almost mistakenly thought that it was really the master who came back. He tried to suppress his anger. There was really nothing good for the fairy to find me.

"What is the crime of being bold and dare to say such a word to Lord Xuanxian?" Qingjia said in a low voice.

Yang Zifan didn't think so. He looked up and down at the so-called Xuanxian and sneered, "Xuanxian also played some easy-hearted tricks and dared to ask his name."

Mr. Qingjun didn't seem to have encountered such an interesting thing for a long time. He was not angry, and his handsome face seemed to smile: "yi xuan zi."

"It's really mysterious." Yang Zifan sneered that it would be the same for anyone who was deceived by others.

Mr. Qingjun, with a straight face, said, "I just want to ask you one thing."

Yang Zifan shook his hand and said, "Don't ask, there is no discussion."

"So!" Mr. Qingjun shook his head helplessly, looked at him with some pity, stretched out his finger, and a white cold light lit up on his fingertips.

"It's so cold." Yang Zifan's body trembled.

He has guessed the good thing done by Xuanzi, but somehow he can't raise the idea of resistance at all. He just wants to sleep in his smiling eyes.

The cold air rolled up and turned Yang Zifan into an ice sculpture.

The difference in cultivation is obvious.

"I don't know what's good or evil." Yi Xuanzi did a behavior that was extremely inconsistent with his handsome appearance and spit on the ground.

"Your Excellency, now?" Qingjia was very clear about his boss's temper and asked for instructions.

"What else can I do? When I go back and say that when I find Yang Zifan, he has been killed by the virtual world demon."

Qingjia was a little hesitant, but Yi Xuanzi couldn't listen to his words. He stretched out and threw it. The small bottle of Moke flew up in the air. Moke stumbled and rolled out to restore his original appearance.

He seemed to have suffered greatly in the bottle and gasped with his tongue for a while before coming back to his senses.

A Xuanzi kicked him and said, "Little thing, now I'll give you a chance to live."

Moke was kicked and hurt. He got up and was about to scold. He looked up to meet Xuanzi and felt the powerful power hidden in the other party's body. He quickly nodded and bowed and said, "Daixian, what's the matter? Just do it."

"Do you know him?" Yi Xuanzi said coldly, as if he was a little disdainful to talk to people in the same virtual world.

"He...Yang Zifan? Why did it become an ice sculpture? Mo Ke's heart beat when he saw Yang Zifan's appearance. He didn't know why he became like this when he was with the immortals.