010 old enemy!

Many times, many people will regard the explanation as a cover-up, and the enemy among such people is often the largest. Yang Zifan's explanation did not have much effect, but the scoundrel's behavior made him safe.

Embarrassment and silence have become the only thing two people can do.

In comparison, Lanzhi's face is much thinner than that of a scoundrel.

"Let me go."

Yang Zifan said, "If you don't hit me, I'll let you go."

Lanzhi said, "Let's put it off first."

"No."

"Good."

"Okay, you agreed. I'll count three times and let go together."

"Good."

"One, two, three"

The dagger is still the same, and the scoundrel is still the same.

The Empress said, "Why don't you let it go?"

Yang Zifan said, "You didn't let it go either."

"Then, let go."

"Okay, you said one, two, three."

"One, two, three"

The dagger disappeared and the scound retreated.

The two were three feet apart, and the tables and chairs in the room fell down.

However, they just took a step back, and the two of them took action with a tacit understanding, and the fairy power rolled down like a wave.

After several consecutive matches, Yang Zifan was slapped three times, and the gap in cultivation was obvious.

"No more, no more." Yang Zifan was a little discouraged and picked up a chair and squatted on it with an aggrieved face.

The Empress gave up and stood not far away. The white clouds outside were ethereal, and the flying palace was moving towards the star platform at a very fast speed.

"I'm not a bad person, okay?" Yang Zifan rubbed his face and was swollen. Although the fairy power on the other party's palm could not cause substantial damage to him, the power attached to it still hurt the meat.

The Empress raised her hand and set off a stormy wave in her heart. Just now, she had attached a hundredth of the fairy power in her hand. If it is used elsewhere, I'm afraid that the golden fairy can slap him to death. Why is it useless to fall on the man's face? This has to make her re-examine him.

"Who are you?" Surprise made her ask.

Yang Zifan moved his mouth, squatted on the chair and said weakly, "You don't believe it."

The Empress still stared at him without any emotion in her eyes.

"Good!" Yang Zifan saw her fierceness and hurriedly said, " mortal, Yang Zifan, I'm a mortal Yang Zifan, satisfied?"

"Are you really a mortal?"

"Of course, do you think I'm a monster?" Yang Zifan was a little impatient. He didn't understand why mortals always looked like monsters in the fairyland.

"Impossible!" The Empress looked at him, and her beautiful eyes flashed with a strange color.

"It's impossible. Can only you immortals come to the fairyland?" Yang Zifan kicked over the chair in anger and stood up: "Let me ask you, is this fairyland?"

"Isn't it?" The Empress never thought about this problem.

"Real?"

There is often no answer to such a question, but this time Yang Zifan became quite angry. He shouted, "No." Then he pointed around and said, "This is also ordinary."

"Nonsense." The Empress also became angry, and Yang Zifan's thoughts angered her consistent understanding of the world. I slapped him again.

Yang Zifan's hand came across and firmly grabbed her.

She was shocked and couldn't believe that Yang Zifan could grab her hand. Yang Zifan let go of her hand and waved her palm again. Once again, the pressure on Yang Zifan's hands made her panic.

Yang Zifan didn't exert himself. He let go of his hand and looked at her and said, "Sometimes, it's not that he won't return his hand, but he's just afraid of hurting people."

His eyes were eye-catching, and the Empress was a little moved and said, "How did you break it?"

Yang Zifan smiled and said, "There is only one method. Is it difficult to crack it?"

In the seemingly contest just now, his spiritual sense did not idle, but was constantly looking for opportunities to contact the Empress's spiritual consciousness, and then imitated. This was a method that Yang Zifan thought of, but it really succeeded, but this success made him a major discovery.

The Empress was a little confused and said, "So?"

Yang Zifan said, "Isn't that enough? In my eyes, all the magic formulas are just changes of vitality. He raised his palm, twisted a bunch of flying vitality to cover the palm of his hand, turned into water, turned into wood, turned into soil, and turned into fire and disappeared into the palm of his hand.

The empress's face is pale. With her cultivation, it can naturally be seen that Yang Zifan does not have any formula, which is purely done with his Taoism.

Every immortal in the fairyland has his own Taoist attributes. Even if some fairy formulas can freely convert the five elements, it is impossible like Yang Zifan.

"Do you understand?" Yang Zifan was very satisfied with his performance and clap his hands.

The Empress was stunned for a long time and suddenly looked up and said, "How many years have you practiced?"

Yang Zifan calculated and spread out his hand and said, "Fifteen or six years!" I haven't calculated it on weekdays. Today, Yang Zifan's confidence has suddenly increased greatly. It is really incredible that he has only cultivated such a few years that Tianyuan sent talented disciples in the shortest time from the valley period to the Jindan period. It is really incredible that he can fight with the Empress of the fairyland in 16 years.

"Really?" The Empress looked suspicious, and it was impossible to have such a cultivation in 15 or 16 hours.

Yang Zifan smiled and said, "Is it good for me to lie to you?"

"Then you can only die."

In this sentence, a wisp of murderous spirit burst into the Empress's eyes. A green dagger appeared in her hand. Yang Zifan narrowed his eyes and felt the strong murderous spirit emitted by the other party's consciousness. He knew that the other party would fight with him at this time, so he said, "Can you give me a reason before killing? ?"

"You are in danger in the fairyland." The reasons of the empress are simple and sharp. A cultivation wizard who self-respects as a mortal is really dangerous for them.

Yang Zifan sighed, pushed his palm out and hit his elbow on the other party's wrist. The dagger raised by the Empress lifted it up at an extremely tricky angle.

Her intention is very simple. Fairy art is useless to him, and she only relies on magic weapons.

When Yang Zifan's elbow touched the dagger, he vaguely felt the strangeness on the dagger. He didn't want to pester the Empress. After all, the two had no hatred, so there was no need to fight and kill, so he stepped sideways to simulate the Empress's spiritual sense and showed the fairy secret. The Empress who drew the dagger down suddenly returned to it in a dagger. Yang Zifan happened to stand in her ear at this time. He turned his head slightly and said softly, "Why? You don't belong to the fairyland either.

The Empress was shocked and took two steps back. After hearing this sentence, her face turned extremely pale.

Yang Zifan stood by the window and looked out. The white clouds did not know where it was. He turned around and said, "Which direction is the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion?"

The Empress pointed north.

Yang Zifan hugged his fist and said, "Thank you very much." His figure instantly walked out of the boat, stood in the air and looked at the west indifferently, holding his fist and said, "I'm offended." Then go straight north.

Somewhere in the West, the Queen Mother looked at this scene with a smile and turned to the little fairy in purple around her, "Are you talking about him?"

Xiaoxian nodded.

The Queen Mother of Xi smiled and said, "Taiyi Zhenren really gave me an interesting gift."

The little fairy in purple said, "The Queen Mother is more responsible."

Yang Zifan didn't hear the conversation between the two, but the moment he walked on the boat, he felt the spirit of the Queen Mother of the West, so he had an action when he walked on the boat.

The Queen Mother of the West was very powerful. He didn't want to be her enemy, so he said something polite.

......

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The Tibetan Sutra Pavilion is located in the depths of the northern part of the fairyland, which is 3, 800 miles away from Jiuhua Mountain, but the distance between the immortals have the art of movement is nothing.

Yang Zifan saw the dense fairyland buildings on the ground for a moment, so he sneaked into the city.

Western Pure Land.

Under the fruit tree, the old monkey sat on the tree and grabbed lice. Every time he pinched one, the circle monk under the tree sounded Amitabha. The two had a very tacit understanding, and this scene seemed very interesting.

The old monkey gathered his robe and complained, "Buddha, don't shout, okay? It's annoying."

The circle monk said, "It's not good to kill."

The old monkey turned around and left his buttocks and said to him, "I don't want to kill him. Who would have thought that if he became a Buddha, he could grow lice? If this lice ran down, it would be a disaster for mortals. It's better to die."

The monk in the circle did not answer, and said, "Amitabha."

The old monkey pulled out his ears and said, "That boy is getting worse and worse."

The old monk smiled and said, "It should have been like this."

The old monkey fell off the tree, stared at the monk for a long time, and suddenly laughed and said, "You are a bad monk."

The old monk smiled and closed his eyes slightly.

The old monkey looked into the clouds, and his golden eyes sparkled. He said to himself, "It's good to spank. I also want to spank. My hands are itchy!"

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Yang Zifan was extremely careful when he walked into the fairy city. The first thing he did was to get a set of clothes. There was no market in the fairyland, so this wording was very violent.

The fist is sometimes the capital of eating. Yang Zifan looked at the appropriate Taoist robe and echoed what had just happened and walked out of the corner.

There is a bare fairy man lying in an extremely dark corner deep in the corner, which looks very indecent.

Yang Zifan, who was elegantly dressed, squinted and looked at an antique building in the city.

The Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, the place where the scriptures are collected in the fairyland, Long Xiaofeng got the mortal book from here to practice for himself. Although the intention was not good, the result made him complete his childhood dream and embark on the road of immortal cultivation, so he did not hate Long Xiaofeng, and some of them were more grateful.

Is he still inside now?

Yang Zifan was a little excited, and his spiritual senses spread uncontrollably. The sky rained for no reason, which woke him up. He raised his hand and looked at the raindrops falling from the sky. Will it still rain in the fairyland?

This man has not yet realized that his learning of the original method will gradually deepen, which will inadvertently have a great impact on the charm.

The day gradually darkened, and after the strange star in the sky appeared, Yang Zifan smelled the smell of Master Long Xiaofeng and entered the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

The character who can fight with the immortal emperor, the small prohibition of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion naturally couldn't help him. For his own safety, Yang Zifan did not use the art of misappropriation, but climbed up the second floor along the wall of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion and penetrated through a small crack on the second floor.

The days in the thunder and fire mask taught him how to shrink his body. At this time, he turned into a sesame-sized villain and got into the Tibetan scripture pavilion without knowing it.

The spiritual consciousness spread everywhere, and he followed the direction guided by the spiritual consciousness through rows of bookshelves. The various fairy secrets on the bookshelf could not attract any interest to him.

Even if the art of cultivation is in the heart, his magic changes only in his mind, and the Taoist heart has reached a very high situation. He does not learn the spells written according to the gourd.

When Yang Zifan, the size of sesame, came into a door, he saw only an empty room.

"Where is Master?"

Yang Zifan changed back to his original state, and his breath was as new. He still came a step late. He looked around the empty and sighed, so he wanted to move away, but his raised hand suddenly put it down.

An idea appeared in his mind. He wanted to see the fairy formula he practiced, and the idea in his heart could not be put down together, so Yang Zifan walked out of the room.

During the day, he asked from an unknown fairy man who was robbed that the mortal book was in the taboo formula column on the first floor.

Yang Zifan carefully dodged the dense wandering spirit in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

As a high-level existence such as immortals, spiritual consciousness can do many things, such as anti-theft work at night. Unfortunately, they have met Yang Zifan, an experts who uses spiritual consciousness. There are several experts who can become the image of spiritual rhinoceros between heaven and earth. The spiritual sense wandering around him is simply a pediatric thing for him.

He was very relaxed and walked down the stairs boldly, followed the signboard of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion and approached the room of taboo books.

It was very cold outside, and the room with taboo books was dark in the backlight. After all, he was a little uncertain to stand in the dark as he approached step by step.

Do you want to read that book or not?

From the time he began to practice the mortal book to now, he has never seen the cultivation tips of this book. He only remembers the golden tadpoles in the sky when he first practiced.

He was curious, so he moved and resolutely walked into this area.

Then Yang Zifan saw a funny scene.

The area of taboo books is very large. There is no bookshelf, and it is not full of all kinds of books like the second floor. Instead, there is only a roll of black books on a huge stone table.

Yang Zifan looked at the scroll from afar, and the four words of the Death Book were still so eye-catching in the dark. Yang Zifan suddenly felt funny and ridiculous.

Such a powerful formula is placed in public.

Is it really something you cultivate yourself?

He shook his head and the feeling of tension in his heart swept away. The mortal book was so featureless that he had no need to be nervous, so he went to the table, picked up the scroll, and slowly eased the string on the scroll.

"Dead Heavenly Book, immortals will die when they practice, hum!"

A strange and familiar voice came from the darkness, especially the humming with a full sissy.

Yang Zifan's action of untie the rope stopped and turned to see two blue eyes in the dark.

"Good, Yang Zifan." The sissy voice was a little resentful.

"Very good, narcissus."

Yang Zifan smiled, put the mortal book back on the stone table, looked at him curiously and said, "Come out? It seems to be fat, and I almost can't recognize it. The prison meal looks delicious.

The narcissus said word by word, "Well, I won't forget you every night for ten years."

Yang Zifan said, "Don't, you think better about others at night, don't think about me."

"You!" When the water fairy saw the enemy Yang Zifan, she was almost angry.

Yang Zifan felt the strong murderous spirit emanating from his body and thought of something curiously: "I'm curious about how you know I'm here?"

The water fairy sneered and said, "This is not what you need to know. You have paid me back the pain of ten years of imprisonment today."

Yang Zifan held his hand and said, "Are you sure? Aren't you afraid that my master will come down?

The water fairy seemed to laugh when he heard a big joke: "Don't frighten me, Long Xiaofeng is not here."

"Oh!" Yang Zifan deliberately dragged his tone very long. He knew that the appearance of the water fairy was definitely not accidental, and I'm afraid the departure of the master was not accidental, so he raised his hand and said, "How do you want me to compensate?"

"Take your life." The little water monster screamed, and a large area of cold smell surged around.

Yang Zifan's heart was cold. He thought of the hidden character and said, "Do you think you can beat me?"

The water fairy laughed and said, "Even if you are a genius who has been practicing for 15 years to come to the fairyland, how can you realize the depth of immortal power? Isn't it enough for my 581 years of immortal power to beat you for 15 years?"

Yang Zifan looked at the chill rising around him and smiled, "You don't have to be so confident if your cultivation has improved. I'll show you a trick." After saying that, he raised his hand and said softly, "Break!"

The cold air gathered around the water fairy dissipated in the broken formula.

The broken formula in the broken formula for a long time is still so sharp. Yang Zifan feels very happy, especially looking at the white face of the water fairy.

How can time heal the pain of childhood?

He will never forget the pain left by the water fairy in his life. After coming to the fairyland, the continuous events made him have no time to think about this matter. Today, in the Tibetan scriptures, he appeared in front of the mortal book.

Although I know that this meeting is more arranged by someone in the dark, there is still some irony of reincarnation, and those who come out always have to pay back.

Yang Zifan pointed to him and shook his hand and said, "Now you can't do it."

The water fairy did not expect that Yang Zifan could break the spirit of his gathered water spirit with one word, and then he was provoked by such a provocation. His face was gloomy. He waved his hand and shouted, "Ice cracked."

The continuous sound of ice fragments sounded, Yang Zifan's face was motionless with a smile, and the ice fragments continued to dissipate into water vapor in the dark space around him.

The water fairy pinched his finger and shouted, "Dragon."

The broken ice turned into water and connected together, and the water turned into a water dragon. He raised his head and rushed to Yang Zifan. The huge dragon's mouth opened to swallow him.

Yang Zifan did not move, mobilized his consciousness to turn into a hammer, hit the water dragon in the air, and shouted, "Break."

The water dragon turned into raindrops scattered, and the water fairy's eyes were even more strange. As soon as the instructions were drawn, the flying raindrops turned into countless flying ice knives.

Yang Zifan's eyes moved slightly, and the ice knife stopped around. He smiled and said, "The trick is very beautiful."

The ice knife turned into a fire knife with a sniper.