Chapter 113 sprout

The angry scolding finally slowly dissipated at the bottom of Zhong Danqiu's heart. While the sky had not been completely lit, he had to find a place to sit down and slowly adjust the lack of vitality in the yuan.

And Yin Yifan in another place still fell to the ground unconsciously. However, at this moment, he will no longer have an inadvertent brow twitch.

Time is in silence and passes quietly. Finally, when the morning sun scattered the light into the land through layers of barriers, the slightly thin hand that flipped in the soil moved without warning. Then there were dark blue eyes blooming in the day.

As soon as he woke up, Yin Yifan only felt unprecedented pleasure all over his body. For unknown reasons, he quickly stretched out his hands and patted his chest. He was about to get up and stand up, but as soon as he stood halfway, his body suddenly stood still there. The slightly pale face was full of shock in an instant. The blue pupils also trembled uncontrollably.

"Three Yuanjing!"

Yin Yifan lost his voice and exclaimed. With a few blinks of his eyes, he muttered dumbly, "Has even Huoxing Benyuan reached the realm of Yuanman?"

If you talk about the previous practice speed, he is not very satisfied. That night, Yin Yifan really couldn't complain any more about the speed of breaking through directly from the two yuan and seven corners to the three yuan. He hesitated that there were signs of a breakthrough before he fell into a coma last night, but he never thought that it would be a direct breakthrough when he woke up.

"The old ghost's four-phase gossip fist is really amazing!"

Yin Yifan muttered in a low voice, and the shock in his heart was slowly replaced by ecstasy. The realm of Yuanli has reached the three-yuan realm, and the significance of this is far from being promoted to two yuan. There is a great difference in status alone. In the armies that fight between empires, the originals of the dual realm can only be ordinary soldiers, while the three realms can become generals leading 100 people. Looking at the Fan family in Shunfeng City, the dual realm can only do some lowly and ordinary subordinates, and the yuan of the Sanyuan realm is the superior [Big Sir].

[Mr. Da], a simple but domineering noun, has been hovering in Yin Yifan's mind for many years. Originally humble, he was used to being a baseman. His greatest ideal at that time, of course, was to have a good future. It is also a blessing to ask for a daughter-in-law, support the family, reproduce, and live an ordinary life. Filial piety to the two elders of the Yin family makes them live a relaxed life, and there will not be much regret for the rest of their lives.

It's better to sneak into the so-called Wang people in SF City and become a big gentleman. At that time, he really didn't expect that one day he would walk out of SF City, a "huge" place.

He has never thought about showing off his power and domineering. But since he was a child, he has deeply understood the sorrow of the unstricken people. Fortunately, he has not been distorted by the evil life and distorted the world view. Because there has always been a dawn that warms his fragile heart, which is fatherly love and motherly love.

Unexpectedly, just a year ago, his parents suddenly passed away, which made Yin Yifan's small vision and narrow sky almost collapsed. It is not an exaggeration to say that there is no love. Fortunately, there is still a residual unwillingness, a cavity of unsnowed hatred, and an unrelenting justice in my heart.

With this thought, he survived again.

I wanted to be a cynical unruly from now on, but I found that there was also Qi Run who needed to be taken care of. From then on, I wanted to go to the Qingzong and glory ancestors, but I found that the remaining self-esteem in my heart spurred myself. I wanted to be a murderous cold-blooded lonely man, but I found that an old ghost unconsciously walked into his own world and taught many philosophy of life.

Slowly, he seems to have become a secular teenager again, becoming a special and has no personality at all. Compared with many years ago, he only had an unknown revenge plan in his mind. For this simple plan, he began to work hard.

Yuanli! Cold power! Casting!

No one knows that when others are cheering and happy, the teenager has been silently suffering from loneliness. He told himself that in order to suffer more in the future, he could only suffer more, suffer more, and suffer more. People have to endure hardships to grow up. Although suffering is not necessarily the best person, it is always better than not suffering.

Half a year later, I took the road to Xuanji Pavilion. Soon, it was only 16 days. But it's also slow, because I have experienced many things that I have never experienced before.

Look at the increasingly prosperous world that gradually arrived at the Shengxuan city circle; look at the earthly world that is much more complicated than SF City; look at the Xuanji Pavilion known as the sacrosanctity of the Xuanji Empire; look at the great power that dominates the life and death of others.

I don't know when Yin Yifan's originally strange heart also began to transform quietly. He has read in books since he was a child that there is a heart called ambition. Ambition is often the biggest driving force behind a famous hero in history. At this time, what is sprouting in my heart is also ambitious.

"Bang!"

A light blue force came out of the body, scratched the morning air, pulled out a thorny sound, and bombarded a big tree not far away.

"Wangling..."

The tree swayed violently and did not collapse. Yin Yifan withdrew his fist and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to spit out all the sulking breath in his heart. He raised a hand, looked carefully, sighed and said, "Yuanli is really much more powerful."

Then, Yin Yifan remembered the lower secret of the Holy Land he practiced last night - four-phase gossip boxing. Although there was a little accident later, it was always practiced from beginning to end, which was probably a beginner. As long as you practice more in the future, it is only a matter of time to practice until you reach a great success.

"Three yuan? Is it happy?"

When Yin Yifan had been immersed in his personal world, an old voice mixed with a little annoy sounded abruptly behind Yin Yifan, which made the former excited.

Yin Yifan turned his head and saw today's Zhong Danqiu, with a particularly gloomy face, so he had to smile and whisper, "It's three yuan, but in the eyes of his predecessors, he is still an ant."

"Well, you are still a little self-aknowledge."

Zhong Danqiu snorted coldly, which did not mean what he had done last night. He just shook his sleeve robe and said, "Go, get me some."

Yin Yifan knew that the old monster's soul power would always pay attention to his movements, so he did not want to run. He "rung" Zhong Danqiu fiercely in his heart, and his smile remained unchanged, and then he diligently dealt with the beasts all over the mountain.

After breakfast, the two went on their way again. According to the agreement, the second day was to walk on the ground, so the journey was much slower. By the time of sunset, it was only a few dozen miles. Fly again the next day and walk again, so repeatedly. On the fourth day, Yin Yifan saw Qingyungang bleeding and sweating that day at dusk.

Hundreds of people fought in blood in the rainy mountain road. The bloody scenes were vividly vividly by Yin Yifan.

With the gradual approach of Shengxing City, Yin Yifan's heart beat gradually. Fortunately, his face was well concealed. Although he was an old and cunning Zhong Danqiu, he didn't see anything unnatural.

"Old man, it's up to you this time."

Yin Yifan looked at Qingyungang absent-mindedly and remembered the old but strong figure in his heart.

At the same time, Zhong Danqiu's heart beat gradually. It's just that it didn't affect him because of nervousness. The old monster's eyebrows were slightly clustered, and a pair of tiger eyes became clearer and clearer. He secretly shouted in his heart, "How many years has it been since I have been so eager?"

After a long time, Qingyungang was left behind the two of them and looked at the suddenly cheerful plain in front of him. Zhong Danqiu slowly turned his head, looked at Yin Yifan, and said faintly, "Five days have arrived, and the destination has arrived. Son of God, where are you hiding?"

"Stay ahead, and I will say stop."

Yin Yifan bit his lower lip and stared at the virtual shadow in the southeast.

"Hmm!"

Zhong Danqiu didn't say much. He shook his sleeve robe and continued to move forward. With the passing of his body, his face gradually became grim. On his cheeks, a little agitated, as if he was patrolling something.

Yes, his powerful soul power is surging out at this moment, exploring a place in front of him. I'm afraid that something will happen at this critical moment.

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However, what is the old man doing at this time?

In Shengxing City, Zhenwei Railway Line has a new courtyard. Compared with when Yin Yifan and the two came here at the beginning of the year, except for no change of land and no change of people, everything else has been changed.

Because there is a great god sitting in the Zhenwei Railway. Therefore, Sang often goes here when he is free. Occasionally, I make a pot of tea for the old man, and then accompany him to pull the family, which can always make this childlike old man happy.

It's just that old people prefer drinking and are much less interested in tea. So on this day, Sang Zaixue brought the wine just shipped from Xingchen Sect to honor the old man.

Since Yin Yifan followed the railway convoy to Xuanji Pavilion, there has been no young iron in this front yard. Therefore, the old ghost gradually moved to the backyard to rest. A lounge chair woven by a good vine was transported by Sang in the snow to honor the old man. At this moment, the old ghost is leaning on the lounge chair and swinging slowly. Looking at the setting sun in the West every day, he hummed a melodic melody, which became the most interesting thing for him to pass the time.

While drinking the good wine brought by Sang Zaixue, he laughed at Sang Zaixue and said, "Miss Xue is so kind to the old man."

"hehe." Sang Zaixue smiled sweetly when he heard the words. Between the beauty, there was a posture that darkened the flowers. Then he whispered, but said unpretentiously, "The senior practiced and laughed. Zaixue is still hoping that the senior can often give advice."

"Hahaha..."

For Sang Zaixue, the old man seemed to be very close to each other. He smiled on his back, and then seemed to think of something, so he joked, "Snow girl is thinking about the little ghost."

"Uh..."

When talking about Yin Yifan, Sang couldn't help losing a little agility in the snow. his face turned crimson for no reason, and his beautiful eyes also kept shining. He gently bit his rosy lips, revealing a little woman's posture, and said incompetently, "He will come back soon. I don't know if he is safe or not."

"Hehe..."

The old ghost is naturally happier to see this. Unexpectedly, when he was smiling for a long time, he suddenly shook his old eyebrows and his face changed. He shouted, "It doesn't seem to be safe!"