"I didn't expect that I would still take action in the end. Hei Xiao, that trash, can't even solve this little thing." Ao Feng, who had completely transformed into a third generation of true slap, snorted coldly.

Obviously, Hei Xiao's death was insignificant in his eyes. The absolute level limit between zombies was stronger than that of monks. Perhaps Hei Xiao was very powerful and could even be compared with some people who stepped into the spirit immortal with half a foot, but in Ao Feng's eyes, he was still just an ant.

Zombies and zombies have absolute level pressure, of course, except for Ling Fan, the pervert.

Therefore, even if Hei Xiao, who was like an ant in Ao Feng's eyes, died, it would not be enough to make him feel sorry or angry, because he never regarded Hei Xiao as a person in the same plane. He was just unhappy about this matter and finally he had to do it himself.

"I didn't expect to be hidden in these zombies all the time? No wonder after Hei Xiao died, those zombies didn't even feel anything and were still fighting well. Since you are the person in charge, why should you hide in zombies? Why should you let Hei Xiao lead? What is your purpose?" Ling Fan asked gasped. At the same time, Ling Fan was also secretly surprised. He discovered that Ao Feng was unusual at the beginning, but he did not find that Ao Feng was actually a zombie. His evaluation of the third generation of true zombies could not help but increase his level.

"Purpose?" Aofeng's mouth slit slightly, and the two zombie teeth with cold light were even more attractive. The rosy fangs were filled with evil, "I just don't want to deal with you trash in person, that's all." Aofeng's eyes were full of contempt. In his eyes, neither Ling Fan nor Zhou Yuantian nor him were the same as him. Killing them was just a loss of value, so he was hiding behind the scenes.

"You really respect us?" Zhou Yuantian couldn't help but feel cold when he heard this, and said sarcastically, "Since that's the case, why should you be the real person in charge of this operation?" Anyone would feel unhappy when he was so despised, let alone Zhou Yuantian, a giant in the Dan Pavilion.

"Hmph, if it weren't for the instructions from the superiors, would you think I would come?" Ao Feng snorted coldly.

"Does that zombie really look down on us? I also sent you a big shot." Ling Fan said in a weird tone. Although he was literally admiring, but in combination with his tone, it was actually ironic.

At the same time, Ling Fan also began to secretly activate the power of the spiritual fruit, and wanted to recover his body as soon as possible. At this time, he had to race against time and not waste a moment, so he also wanted to delay some time. If he did not restore some strength, then he would probably become a burden for Zhou Yuantian and others.

"Boy, don't even want to provoke me. From the moment you become a zombie, your fate has been destined. No one who wants to kill the Zombie can survive. Being able to die in my hands is also considered your great honor." Aofeng looked at Ling Fan proudly. In his perception, it was indeed his honor to be able to die in his hands. After all, he usually can't even raise interest in people of this level.

After all, Ling Fan is just the Nine-Star Spirit Emperor on the surface. Without knowing Ling Fan's true strength, it really makes masters of Ao Feng uninterested. Even if Ao Feng knows Ling Fan's true strength now, in his eyes, he is just a person on the same plane as Hei Xiao. The power of zombies is at best the fourth generation.

After all, killing someone who is not the same plane as you is the honor of that person no matter what. This is the logic of the strong.

"Hmph, honor? That's just an honor to you. Living is my honor!" Ling Fan has encountered such a logic, and it's not just a single encounter with a weak person. It's the honor of the weak person to die in the hands of a strong person. Ling Fan hates this logic deeply. In his heart, only living is the kingdom!

Death means the end of everything, and no shit is related to the dead!

"No matter what, everything about you will end today, and no one can change it!" At the end, Ao Feng's eyes changed in vain, extremely sharp, and a pressure belonging to the strong was slowly released from his body.

Ling Fan's heart became tight. Depending on the situation, Aofeng had to do it himself. Now his injury has only recovered by 40%. When he takes action, his ability to resist is basically zero.

When Zhou Yuantian saw that Ao Feng was about to be serious, he was also shocked and did not dare to slack off. He paid full attention to Ao Feng and secretly protected Ling Fan. At the same time, Zhao Xuanzi and several other elders around Zhou Yuantian also gathered over, staring at Ao Feng vigilantly and protecting Ling Fan. At this moment, they were already planning to give it their best.

Several elders of Dan Pavilion, Zhou Yuantian and Aofeng, were caught in a confrontation of momentum, and the momentum of both sides was about to break out, declaring the upcoming war.

However, at this critical moment, a majestic momentum suddenly erupted from the distant mountain peak. The powerful spiritual pressure even the flowers, plants and trees within a radius of thousands of meters seemed to be affected. He pulled his head and trembled faintly, and the air seemed to condense under the spiritual pressure.

Ao Feng was suddenly shocked. The person's spiritual pressure shocked him. It seemed that the master hidden in Dan Pavilion could finally be unable to sit still.

Thinking of this, Ao Fengtou twisted his eyes and narrowed his eyes at the distant peak. The peak was the source of this sudden majestic momentum.

In contrast to Ao Feng's shock, the people on Zhou Yuantian's side were delighted, "Brother has finally come out, and I don't know if he has a breakthrough?" Zhou Yuantian was surprised and also felt a little worried. When his elder brother was in seclusion, he was the Nine-Star Spirit Emperor. Although his aura is much stronger now than before, he is still worried that if the elder brother did not break through to the Spirit Immortal, he would still be in danger in the face of the strong Ao Feng.

Who else can besides the Lord of Dan Pavilion?

Ling Fan could feel the surprise in the hearts of Zhou Yuantian and others. Their joy was already beyond words, and he looked at the distant mountains with his eyes unanimously.

Ling Fan couldn't help but follow them and looked at the mountains in the distance.

On the top of that mountain, the eyes of the people present gathered there. Time slowly passed, and the spiritual pressure emitting the sky became stronger and stronger. Gradually, a steep figure slowly appeared on the top of the mountain, and everyone's gaze became clearer and clearer. A slightly rough middle-aged man slowly became clearer in everyone's gaze.

"Brother, he is really the eldest brother, and he is also the middle-aged brother!" After seeing the figure clearly, Zhou Yuantian's voice suddenly became excited. He still remembered that before his retreat, he was as old as him, but now he is dozens of years younger and has become a middle-aged man.

Isn’t it just a spiritual immortal who has the ability to regain his youth?

"Did the elder brother really break through the Spirit Immortal?" Zhou Yuantian was extremely surprised, "But why he was still in middle age? Was he taking the initiative? Or??" Zhou Yuantian felt a little worried again at this time. If it were just??, then the situation would be bad. Only when the Grand Pavilion Master came here will he know the answer.

The middle-aged man with a heroic and rough face appeared on the mountain top in the distance, and saw Zhou Yuantian and others from afar. He smiled slightly, his figure suddenly flashed, and the next moment he suddenly appeared in front of Ling Fan, Zhou Yuantian and others.

"So fast!" Ling Fan's eyes changed, and his eyes were shocked. Even he had not seen the movement trajectory of the middle-aged man just now. Perhaps because Ling Fan was injured, Ling Fan's eyesight was weakened to a certain extent. However, Ling Fan was confident that the speed of his sight of the Black Owl was not a problem now, but he did not even keep up with the shadow of the middle-aged man.

"Brother, have you succeeded?" Zhou Yuantian immediately asked excitedly as soon as the middle-aged man appeared in front of Ling Fan and the others.

"Master of the Pavilion." Zhao Xuanzi and the other elders saluted first, and then stared at the middle-aged man, Dan Zhen, the master of the Pavilion of the Dan Pavilion!

Dan Zhen frowned slightly, "It's not successful either." He sighed slightly and hit a puzzle.

"What does the Lord of the Pavilion mean?" Zhao Xuanzi didn't react for a moment and looked at Dan Zhen in confusion.

Zhou Yuantian reacted at the first time, as if he had thought of something, and his old brows became a little deeper.

"Is this Ling Fan?" Dan Zhen did not rush to answer the questions of Zhao Xuanzi and others, but turned his eyes and looked at Ling Fan, as if he was asking back, but he seemed to be answering him. Although he had been in seclusion, he was still clear about the major events that happened to the Dan Pavilion. As the leader of the Dan Pavilion, it is impossible for him to be unclear about Ling Fan.

"Hello, Master of the Pavilion, it's Ling Fan." Ling Fan was stunned at first, then quickly reacted and said respectfully with his fists.

When he faced the middle-aged man in front of him, he had a strange feeling. Although he knew that the middle-aged man in front of him must have extraordinary strength, he did not make him feel the pressure of the strong. Instead, Ling Fan still felt a gentle aura on him. The spiritual sons around him seemed to be infected and became gentle. The spiritual son was singing the cicadas slightly, and Ling Fan felt a warmth, as if he fell into a fairyland, with a powerful vitality, and his wounds were infected. The seriously injured wounds began to heal slowly, and the spiritual fruits refined in his body were also inspired. Ling Fan's recovery speed actually accelerated a lot.

Ling Fan knew that this was Dan Zhen’s intentional purpose, just to help him recover his body as soon as possible, and his favor for Dan Zhen couldn’t help but increase a little.

"Well, hurry up and recover from the injury. I will deal with it first now." Dan Zhen said.

"Don't worry, Master of the Pavilion, I will recover as soon as possible." Ling Fan responded quickly. He felt a heavy feeling from Dan Zhen's tone. At this time, the injured body was indeed quite troublesome, but under the nourishment of Dan Zhen's spiritual energy, Ling Fan was confident to recover as soon as possible.

"Brother, have you successfully retreated this time?" Zhou Yuantian finally couldn't help asking, but his old brows were slightly frowning.

"Oh???" Dan Zhen sighed slightly, "I haven't achieved it yet, half immortal!" (To be continued)
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