004 First World War Huang Yun

Hot, very hot!

Yang Zifan's chaotic dream woke him up because of the melting of Lao Jun's furnace. Looking at himself in a strange flame, he was a little budding, confused, and even at a loss.

Too many strange memories are churning in my mind, which are not his, as if they are not his.

What is true and what is false?

Is everything in my memory true?

Who are you?

He looked at the wall outside the flame and began to wake up with some regret.

The concave and conve relief on the furnace wall has become blurred because of time and flames. How much like himself, Yang Zifan raised his head sadly, and the chaotic memory in his mind did not seem to be anything he wanted, which was more painful than living.

He looked up at the top of the stove.

There is a very new engraving there.

What is

?

Come closer and take a closer look. The engraving is very simple. A little man holds a small copper stick in his hand. White clouds replace the earth, and the earth replaces the sky. The villain raised his head and bursts and laughed.

Yang Zifan's pupils were tightly shrank together, and his brain was hot.

"Ah!" He shouted in pain, his head was about to crack, and all his memories were wrapped together. Finally, they fled into the depths of his mind. There was only the strange picture in his eyes and mind.

White clouds are floating and the earth is spinning. He refused to close his eyes and looked at it like this, as if he wanted to see eternity. For a long time, he opened his mouth and said to himself, "So it is."

He suddenly stood up and danced wildly.

Ask yourself loudly, "Who am I?"

"Yang Zifan." He answered himself.

"What am I?"

"I'm myself, haha..." He shouted strangely, opened his mouth, and the heart of the nine-leaf green lotus in his body quickly turned. A gravitational force came out from his lips, and the burning flames around him were sucked into his mouth. He thumped loudly. A trace of fanaticism flashed in his eyes, raised his hand and patted Dan. On the stove.

"Bomb." The old gentleman's furnace in the Taoist temple was blown to pieces, and Yang Zifan rushed out naked. He saw an old Taoist priest outside, brushing the dust with his hand, and looked sadly at the fragments of the Dan furnace flying all over the room.

In those years, the monkey broke the stove and just broke the lid. Today, he came out and the Laojun furnace was completely destroyed.

"What do you think I do? Yang Zifan stared at Taishang Laojun and wiped his black face.

"You're crazy." Taishang Laojun reluctantly withdrew his eyes and looked at Yang Zifan.

"You're crazy." Yang Zifan fell to the ground and was a little uncomfortable with barefoot landing. He stared at Taishang Laojun and asked, "Fairy?"

Taishang Laojun nodded.

"Forget it."

Yang Zifan didn't want to talk to him. He looked around and found the exit. He turned around and wanted to leave. He remembered something and turned his head and said, "I destroyed your things. Won't you stop me?"

Taishang Laojun shook his head and said that there would naturally be someone outside to deal with you.

"Idiot." Yang Zifan curled his lips and scolded. He pulled down a gossip chess in the Taoist temple and casually put it around his waist and strode out.

"Hear down."

Tai Shang Laojun opened his mouth at this time.

"Why did you regret it?" He looked back at the old Taoist priest, and a trace of untouchable flashed in his eyes.

"I dare not, I just want to ask, what have you realized?"

Taishang Laojun looked at him very devoutly.

Yang Zifan scratched his head and remembered that someone had asked him this question, and the man's name seemed to be Di Shitian. He looked at the old Taoist priest's serious appearance and smiled, "Is it important?"

"Isn't it important?"

Taishang Laojun asked rhetorically, and the momentum increased a little.

"Cut, don't scare me."

Yang Zifan raised his finger.

"The way of cultivation lies in understanding words, and the old man is just curious."

Taishang Laojun's words became more, and the old man's preaching tone naturally came up.

Yang Zifan raised his eyebrows and did not answer, but just looked at him. The old Taoist priest smiled, and the two shameless guys looked at each other like this.

After a quarter of an hour, Yang Zifan suddenly said, "Xian?"

For the same question, Taishang Laojun nodded again.

Yang Zifan did not answer and turned around and walked out of the room, which made Lao Jun too puzzled.

Suddenly, a fragment of the elixir furnace in the room flew up and inserted it into the beam beside him. Taishang Laojun quickly took it off and was shocked at a glance. He looked up to see that there was no teenager.

When the little fairy outside saw the teenager leaving, he ran in timidly and pulled the dazed old man's robe and said, "Master, what's wrong?"

Taishang Laojun shook his head and said nothing, and the iron in his hand fell down. The little fairy boy quietly looked at it and saw two words written crooked on it: "Dog... fart..."

The little fairy boy curled his lips and thought that the stove was destroyed and he didn't fight back. Now he doesn't fight back after being scolded. This is really cowardly.

Thinking that the old man realized the way of incompetence and achieved a fairy career, but now he is stunned by the curse written by Yang Zifan casually.

What is incompetration, what is immortality, what is it...

He was a little decadent, and the wrinkles on his face were tightly squeezed together. He couldn't figure it out and couldn't figure it out. The iron fell to the ground and jingled, and the little fairy boy was shocked.

Yang Zifan stood outside the old gentleman's view, raised his hand and narrowed his eyes, staring at the Mysterious Palace. He had woken up and woke up from the sequelae of dealing with the Great Immortals of the Western Jin Dynasty.

The lost memory has been found, but unfortunately it can never go back to the past.

Who is the person who dares to fight against the Buddha?

Who is the woman standing in the clouds?

He knew that the man was definitely not himself. Perhaps only when he returned to the cloud could he know it. Yang Zifan remembered the purpose of the trip, and the idea in his heart moved him. He raised his hand and wiped the rhinoceros ring on his hand and walked west.

He has to return a favor before going back.

Lo Mei Shuang was captured by the god of Tianhe, and he couldn't ignore it.

Yang Zifan, who went west, did not know that in a courtyard deep in the fairy palace, a pool of lotus flowers were scattered, and his every move in the pool was in it. He did not know that Huang Yun's immortals fast running movement had reached the final stage, let alone that Qingjia and Yi Xuanzi walked into an antique Tibetan pavilion in the depths of the fairyland.

Yang Zifan is a kind child. He never plans to others, hurts others, and always gets along with others with a sincere heart, but other people's calculations are always silent.

He can't put it off or avoid it.

Maybe this is life, which belongs to Yang Zifan.

It is not a mistake to walk into the fairy road with a mortal heart.

It is often those fanatical and crazy believers who are wrong. Unfortunately, the rules of the world are always determined by this group of people. People who walk on the rules do not understand the rules and only meet suffering. Funny, such suffering is often given a title called fate.

Fate?

ridiculous words.

Yang Zifan walked among the clouds, and the huge shadow of Nantianmen has appeared in his eyes. No matter how tall and solemn it is, it stands for thousands of years. It is just a door that is isolated from the outside and inside.

When the teenager stepped into the area of Nantianmen again.

Huang Yun, the Immortal of the Western Jin Dynasty, is resting with the doorpost.

I felt the familiar breath, the breath that almost killed myself.

So they looked up, and the two of them were surprisingly consistent and their eyes collided.

Huang Yun was stunned.

Yang Zifan is as calm as water.

The level is often only in one small action. There was no wind on the Nantian Gate, but a strong wind blew under the collision of their eyes, setting off a large area of clouds and fog.

"A step late... Hey..." Huang Yun regained his calmness from his astonishment, stood up and looked at the wind blowing around him and sighed.

The wind is a little faster, just like the teenager's heart is so cold that it hurts.

"The realm is very high!" Huang Yun took back the regret in his eyes and praised, "With the change of the situation, it is a great power."

Yang Zifan is not speechless. He doesn't have much to say to this person. Under the concept of paranoia, there are only fists left.

In the most direct way to hit the faith with his fist, now he has the power to fight with him.

Huang Yun seemed to see through his mind and pointed behind him to remind him, "A mountain is higher than a mountain, and you are so confident?"

Yang Zifan raised his head, with a little more perseverance in his eyes, and opened his mouth and said two words: "Get out of the way..."

Huang Yun suddenly laughed and said, "If you want to go, answer me a question so that I can go back and report."

Before Yang Zifan objected, he asked himself, "How did you come out of the Buddha's golden bowl?"

Yang Zifan's heart moved. Although he couldn't understand what he was saying, it seemed to have something to do with what was in his memory.

"I am in charge of the clouds in the mortal world and guarding your every move day and night. You were still in that cloud many days ago. I don't really understand."

Huang Yun's words set off a storm in Yang Zifan's heart. Did he recognize himself as the man in the cloud?

This is the first thought in his heart.

Then another idea appeared in his mind.

Are those memories his?

It's unlikely!

Huang Yun looked at him and saw that he lowered his head and said coldly, "Since you don't answer, I won't let you out. With your current body, you can't pose a threat. I'm willing to try to make up for my dereliction of duty."

"Do it!"

He put on his momentum, stretched out his hands flat, and countless clouds flew. The Nantian Gate disappeared into the clouds, and a strange fairy power spread around and encircled the two.

"The boundary?"

Zhang Xu, an immortal in Emperor Chu's castle, was used to deal with Moke.

Each immortal has its own destiny attribute, and can germinate its own destiny fairy skill under its own destiny attribute. This is the most powerful move of the immortals. The most direct manifestation is to use the boundary, which is his in the world within the boundary. Huang Yun used his own fairy art to fight desperately.

Although Yang Zifan's cultivation has been improved to a high level, he does not dare to be careless. Mad dogs sometimes bite people are more deadly than masters. There are still many mysteries in his heart that he does not want to stay here. His left palm was raised and his back palm was raised. His senses gushed out like a tide, and the temperature rose in the boundary.

Huang Yun didn't know why Yang Zifan had become so powerful for a few days, and he didn't know that Yang Zifan swallowed Taiyi Shenlei, ate a belly full of peach leaves, and was thrown into the alchemy furnace by an aunt, so his cognition was still on the sky fire derived from Yang Zifan's blue Zhenyuan.

With a wave of his hand, yellow clouds suddenly appeared in the boundary, turning into large snowflakes and lowering the temperature.

The two have never fought, and the changing spells have been fought.

Yang Zifan raised his hand and guided his spiritual weakness. Now he knows that his cultivation has been greatly improved, but in what situation, there is still a very precise range of potential. At present, this battle is the best test method, so he leads the opponent to attack with the strength of the weak.

Huang Yun's heart moved, and he really noticed this slight change. He quickly raised his palm and slapped Yang Zifan on the head. Only half of the palm came out, and the yellow clouds flying around turned into a big hand and pressed down from the sky.

Yang Zifan did not retreat. He raised his hand to draw circles to encourage the vitality around him, and the vitality flowed to form a virtual shadow on his body. He raised his hand and greeted him lightly. The virtual shadow also raised his hand and slapped the giant palm turned into clouds in the air.

Compared with the giant palm, Yang Zifan's virtual shadow palm is as big as melon seeds, and it is light, as if there is no power at all.

Touch.

The inevitable trend of giant palm and virtual shadow.

The virtual shadow floated up elegantly, and the huge palm was under great pressure.

The two palms collided with each other.

Yang Zifan's heart trembled, and his spiritual senses were warned. His raised palm suddenly closed and patted back. He saw that the huge palm in the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace, which was completely a false move.

Huang Yun quietly appeared behind him and hit him with a real palm.

Yang Zifan reacted in time, and his palm instantly turned into a distance of two feet. Seeing that the two palms were about to intersect, Yang Zifan suddenly jumped up, and the other cloudy palm passed by his feet.

One before and after, one virtual and one real.

Huang Yun's moves are as unpredictable as clouds. Yang Zifan turned over and opened his mouth to spew a large fire. The sky was scorching and rushed to Huangyun, but Huangyun's body turned into a virtual shadow at this moment. Yang Zifan, who flew in mid-air, jumped at the corners of his eyes and quickly pointed to the back of his head.

This point seemed to be on the ground. His flying body suddenly stopped, and he stood up in the air again, taking the opportunity to lift his feet and kick to the left.

"Puff."

The clouds flew away, and there was no trace of yellow clouds.

At this time, the virtual palm in the sky has just broken through and hit the invisible boundary.

The two have fought no more than ten times.

However, when Yang Zifan fell to the ground, Huang Yun seemed to have not moved at all and still stood opposite.

"What is true and what is false?" Yang Zifan, who had just landed, jumped up again. The clouds flying under his feet were crushed by him, and the fluctuation of fairy spirit came from the left. He thought it was really clapping.

"Bang." Lightly hit on a cloud.

Come on the right... Come on the top... Come on the left...

The bodies of Yang Zifan and Huang Yun flashed and disappeared from time to time. Every time they wanted to meet and separate, they separated from time to time and quickly made a move.

The virtual reality is as real as a dream.

In the virtual reality, the two's attention has reached the limit, and the seemingly painless touch will bring fatal damage.

Yang Zifan patted away the strange clouds around him again, and his heart suddenly moved. He avoided me everywhere. I'm afraid that his cultivation is not as good as me now. Why don't you eat his plan and break his original fairy skills?

Thinking of this, his raised foot deliberately kicked the wrong position. The spirit of immortals gathered like clouds behind him and poured towards him. Before the cloud arrived, his anger had cut through the "gossip apron". Yang Zifan pretended not to know and kicked the false move around him. His little finger quietly covered his palm, and his fingertips squeezed out a little spark and hid it in the surrounding clouds.

"Bang."

There was no intention to dodge. The cloud turned into the fairy spirit fiercely slapped Yang Zifan on his body, and Yang Zifan spread all his cultivation behind him in an instant.

He still doesn't know that he is now in the body of thunder and fire, which is not disturbed by knives and guns, and invulnerable to poison, which is comparable to the body of golden light.

gathered Huang Yun's lifelong cultivation and hit his back. Yang Zifan staggered forward with great force, and the body of thunder and fire on his body instantly became effective, and the sky fire and Taiyi thunder almost erupted at the same time.

Huang Yun didn't expect Yang Zifan's body to be so strange that Tianhuo Taiyi Shenlei climbed all the way up along the palm he slapped.

"Wow." He came back with a strange cry, and Yang Zifan was also surprised by the strange phenomenon on his body, but how could he give Huang Yun a chance to dodge at this time? His palm unfolded and turned his knife to Huang Yun's neck.

Since my body is very strong now, I will fight with him with my body.

The idea is so simple and the most useful, and the hit part is the most vulnerable part of the person.

The palm knife is sharp, as fast as lightning, and the blue lotus spirit gathers on it more quickly. From afar, it can be seen that his palm is as straight as jade all the way.

There was an intimate contact between the palm and the neck.

However, Yang Zifan calculated but ignored one thing. The neck is the most vulnerable place for mortals, but sometimes immortals are not human. So when Ruyu's palm meets Huang Yun's neck.

Huang Yun's neck was broken by itself without any warning, and there was no blood. Yang Zifan stared at it with wide eyes in surprise.

Huang Yun's lips moved gently: "The cloud disappeared."

The whole body began to fade, and then appeared two feet away.

"How did you do it?"

The two asked almost in one voice.

Yang Zifan asked about the spell of Huang Yun's escape. The change of this spell is not even aware of his spiritual sense of using the original power.

Huang Yunwen is naturally the body of Yang Zifan's thunder and fire. The body of a monk has a great innate advantage. Two extreme familiarities appear on his body at the same time, which must surprise Huang Yun.

Unfortunately, the two people in the dialogue are indeed enemies, and no one will tell anyone their secrets.

So shut up became the only thing the two of them can do at this moment.

Silence, silence, death breaks out in silence.

Naturally, the two strong people will not die in silence. Once again, they tacitly took action at the same time. Yang Zifan put their hands together, and the strong spiritual sense between waving hands swept the spirit of heaven and earth. Huang Yun raised his hand and put on a strange posture. One finger at the sky and one finger at the ground, the boundary created by his natural immortality appeared. It was a huge lid made of countless yellow clouds. While the boundary appeared, a dark yellow cloud gushed out of the sky.