Suddenly she saw a ray of light, and then it gradually became brighter. The girl's eyes gradually took on color, and she felt like she was in another world.

Cheng Fan no longer had any murderous intention at this moment, he wanted to know more about the secret of the girl and this Hall of No Return.

Just when he was about to ask something, he suddenly turned his head slightly, and the thunderous sound of drawing a sword suddenly sounded.

I saw those iron lumps suddenly standing up!

Facing the coffin, no, to be exact, facing Cheng Fan.

Swords, guns, clubs, axes, hooks and forks, all the weapons floated up, even the only broken piece of ironwork floated up, aiming directly at Cheng Fan!

Wisps of black smoke poured out from the armor, quickly condensed into shape, held up a set of armor, and held onto the weapon floating in the air.

The position of the eyes of Xuantiefutu's mask lit up with two dots of scarlet, like a warrior whose eyes were red after being killed one after another.

Three hundred black iron armors, three hundred cold murderous intentions!

Cheng Fan looked calm and smiled lightly.

This level of murderous intent and aura can threaten the Taoist stage, but for him, it is just the effort of a palm.

The only thing worthy of praise is their ignorance and fearlessness, and their wholehearted desire to protect their master.

Even though thousands of years have passed, it still remains in my heart.

Black smoke billowed, and all the black iron pagoda warriors floated over quickly, and the cold and iron-blooded murderous intent invaded.

Without the limitations of their mortal bodies, they can even exert ten times or a hundred times more combat power!

Cheng Fan looked indifferent, slowly left the coffin, turned around, and faced the Three Hundred Black Iron Pagoda!

His eyes lit up, as bright as stars, and the torrent of mana in his body was surging, ready to go!

At this moment, the girl in the red dress frowned slightly, her bright eyes flashed with panic, she staggered and tried to stand up and climb out of the coffin.

Perhaps it was because she had been in this coffin for thousands of years and had long forgotten how to move. When her feet landed on the ground, she collapsed instantly and collapsed to the ground with a splat.

Cheng Fan's consciousness caught this scene and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Fortunately, he had been a little serious just now, but he didn't expect that there was a weak and spineless little girl inside, and he immediately classified her as having no combat power. www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

At this moment, right in front of Cheng Fan, three hundred black iron pagodas swarmed in, their weapons carrying the blood of Senran coming at them.

Cheng Fan raised a hand calmly, and the magic power was about to spurt out.

At this moment, the girl in the red dress pursed her lips, gritted her teeth, quickly got up from the ground, and staggered to the front of Cheng Fan with her bare feet.

Under Cheng Fan's surprised gaze, he opened his arms to protect Cheng Fan, his delicate little face full of determination.

The wide red dress was blown up by the strong wind, and several long and terrifying knives were frozen in front of her eyes. There was only a slight difference, but not an inch!

All the black iron armors seemed to have lost their power and stopped moving forward. There was a dead silence in Wugui Palace.

Cheng Fan clearly read the doubts and confusion in their scarlet pupils, and he himself didn't understand why this girl would fight to the death to defend herself.

That black iron sword is not a toy, but a murderous weapon that can cut iron like clay.

"Leyuan!"

Weird and vague syllables slowly came out of her mouth.

As if it was an irresistible order, the three hundred black iron pagodas receded like an ebbing tide and returned to their original positions.

With a clang, the armor returned to its position.

All the black shadows dispersed, the scarlet pupils dissipated, and all the armors turned back into their original cold iron lumps, motionless.

Cheng Fan slowly frowned.

What he cares about is not why these armors retreated, what he cares about is...

What was she just talking about?

Why can't I understand it?

When the soldiers returned to their positions, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and looked into Cheng Fan's eyes without saying a word.

The girl stared at Cheng Fan's face, her eyes slightly narrowed, like a beautiful crescent moon, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly, revealing a sweet smile.

The wariness in Cheng Fan's eyes gradually dissipated, he looked directly into her bright and beautiful eyes and asked softly:

"Who are you?"

"Forehead……"

The girl opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she could only utter some syllables of unknown meaning, which could not be heard at all.

Cheng Fan smiled helplessly, flicked out a spiritual light from his fingertips and flew towards her, intending to communicate with her using his spiritual consciousness.

The spiritual light fell gently on her head, but a brilliance emitted from her body. The spiritual light was blocked and slid down to the ground along her waterfall-like hair.

The two of them stared blankly at the little spiritual light on the ground, speechless for a moment.

"Ahem, so you don't know how to speak because you haven't spoken for so long, right?"

The girl in the red dress nodded hurriedly, with a sweet smile on her lips.

Cheng Fan thought for a moment: "Then let's play a game. You draw and I guess."

"?"

The girl tilted her head, confusion written on her face.

The corner of Cheng Fan's mouth raised, considering her ancient status, she transformed into a brush that shone with golden light, and explained with a smile:

"The rules of the game are very simple. I give you a question, you write or draw the corresponding answer, and I guess what the answer is."

"The rules of the game are that simple, do you understand?"

The girl looked at Cheng Fan blankly and shook her head from side to side.

"..."

Cheng Fan twitched the corner of his mouth, put the brush directly into the girl's hand, and pointed at the ground.

Regardless of whether you understand it or not, the painting is over!

The girl held the brush and looked at Cheng Fan hesitantly.

"First question, who are you?"

The girl suddenly understood. She held the brush in a very standard posture and waved it gently. Golden lights appeared out of thin air from the tip of the brush.

Looking at the three fonts intertwined vertically in front of me.

Except for one character "er" that he could recognize, he really couldn't recognize the other two.

He is just a well-behaved medical graduate who has not yet understood the clever and elegant writing style of senior doctors, which is full of mystery.

"Can we not use cursive script? Do you know regular script?"

Cheng Fan said speechlessly.

The girl nodded and started writing with a smile.

A burst of golden light passed by, and three square characters appeared - Lu Xin'er.

"Lu Xin'er?"

Cheng Fan asked tentatively.

The girl nodded happily.

Cheng Fan then asked: "What dynasty are you from?"

Lu Xin'er picked up the pen and wrote down one word - Tang.

A strange look flashed in Cheng Fan's eyes, and nothing was beyond his expectation.

The brilliance in her body has protected her for more than a thousand years.

In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, there were peach gardens built to avoid war.

"Do you know how you entered this hall and entered the coffin?"

Hearing this, Lu Xin'er shook his head in confusion. Apparently, even he himself didn't know why he was in the coffin, let alone why he could live for so long.

Cheng Fan rubbed his eyebrows, looked directly into her starry eyes, and asked:
Chapter completed!