Zhang Xiaofan looked horrified, stood up abruptly, took a few steps back, and looked at the crowd in disbelief. His head felt as if someone had punched him in the head, and there was a buzzing sound. He had always believed in

My belief was slightly shaken, and I no longer had the same respect for the Zhuxian Sword as before.

Zhang Xiaofan's heart was turbulent, and it was difficult to calm down. He had so many thoughts that he couldn't figure it out for a while. He just stood there in a daze. Thousands of people came and didn't bother him. He drank the cold tea in the bowl in one gulp and stood at the tea stall.

The boss glanced at the two of them and did not move. He just sat quietly under the tree, unaware of how amazing the things they were talking about were.

After a long time, Zhang Xiaofan raised his head, his eyes were burning, he looked at Ten Thousand People, and he asked in a deep voice with a cold look on his face.

"Who are you anyway?"

Wanwan Xiang smiled slightly, without moving his expression, he just smiled.

"I'm just an ordinary person traveling around the world!"

Although Zhang Xiaofan is not smart, and even a little dull, he is definitely not stupid. Ten thousand people know so many secrets, how can he be a mortal? His expression became a little colder and he said.

"How can a mere mortal know so much?"

Ten Thousand People showed no sign of nervousness, and was indifferent to Zhang Xiaofan's wariness and hostility. He just glanced at the angry Zhang Xiaofan and said softly.

"Does it matter who I am?"

Zhang Xiaofan had a vague guess about the origin of this person. He was probably a member of the Demon Cult, but for some unknown reason he appeared here and started chatting with him.

"Nature is important, good and evil are not mutually exclusive!"

Wanwan smiled coldly, his expression darkened, and he said in a deep voice.

"What is good and what is evil? As I said, your Qingyun Sect's ancient sword has killed countless people. Nothing in the world can compare with it. So is it evil?"

Zhang Xiaofan's body was shocked. At this time, he had already thought about the problem clearly and replied coldly.

"The Immortal Killing Sword may really kill countless people, but it is used by our Qingyun Sect to kill demons and demons. With a clear conscience, it is naturally righteous!"

Ten Thousand People's expression finally changed. He took a deep look at Zhang Xiaofan, showed more appreciation, stood up slowly, and sighed.

"It's already remarkable that you are able to think about these things on your own at your age. Compared to your Qingyun Sect, no, most people in the world are much better!"

Zhang Xiaofan was not overjoyed by being praised. He just looked at the other person warily and asked again.

"Who are you exactly?"

Wanwan took two steps forward and looked back at Zhang Xiaofan. Instead of answering his question, he changed the subject and asked Zhang Xiaofan.

"I saw you heading north, but you want to go back to Qingyun Gate?"

Zhang Xiaofan was startled when he heard this, then he stopped being surprised, and looked at the crowd of thousands of people with an expressionless expression. He didn't mind if the crowd of thousands of people came, and looked directly to the east, reminding him.

"You don't know, right? Now the Demon Sect has re-emerged, and its power has increased greatly. Recently, it has gathered on Liubo Mountain in the East China Sea. Many people from your Qingyun Sect have joined other sects there. I'm afraid there will be a big war. You

Why don’t you go and take a look?”

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a moment, looked at Ten Thousand People again, and said coldly as before.

"That's none of my business, why do you know about it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiaofan froze on the spot again, because in just the blink of an eye, thousands of people had disappeared. Even the tea stall owner who was sitting under the tree just now disappeared. He disappeared without a trace.

There was no trace, and he was the only one left here.

Zhang Xiaofan lowered his head and thought for a moment, stamped his feet, picked up the fire stick, and flew towards the north. After flying less than a mile, Baoguang turned and headed towards Liubo Mountain in the East China Sea. It disappeared into the sky at an extremely fast speed.

As soon as Zhang Xiaofan left, three people came out from behind the big tree, namely Wan Qiang, the tea stall owner and Baguio. Wan Qiang looked at the light disappearing in the sky, nodded slightly, and said with some satisfaction.

"This boy has a stubborn character and a determined mind. He looks a bit like me when I was young!"

At this time, the tea stall owner's demeanor was completely different. His waist was lifted up and straight, and there was no hunchback from just now. His eyes were stern and he asked in a deep voice.

"Sect Master, the magic weapon in the hands of this young man is made from the blood-thirsty beads and soul-catching treasures of our holy religion. Why not keep it? It will definitely greatly increase the strength of our Ghost King Sect!"

At this time, thousands of people have returned to their original appearance, with great aura and majesty on their bodies, with a cold light in their eyes, looking down at all living beings, and saying softly.

"That treasure has been refined with his blood. No one can use it except him. Even if it is snatched, it will be of little use. Besides, he is kind to Baguio and has solved the knot between our father and daughter. It can be regarded as repaying him.

Let’s be affectionate!”

Suddenly, a clear and sweet voice came from behind the three of them. The three of them were shocked and turned around violently, with fairy lights shining on their bodies, and their faces were horrified.

"You should be lucky that you didn't rob my stupid junior brother's treasure, otherwise I, as a senior senior brother, wouldn't be able to stand aside and watch indifferently, and I would have to take action."

"The leader of the Ghost King Sect and the Azure Dragon Holy Envoy are not easy to mess with. If we fight, I will definitely show my true skills. If I accidentally hurt or kill you two, it will be bad!"

Fan Yuxiao was sitting in front of the tea stall at this time. He poured himself a bowl of tea, drank it in one gulp, sighed, and boasted again.

"The tea is made well. I didn't expect that the Holy Envoy of the Green Dragon of the Ghost King Sect has such a skill. Even if the Ghost King Sect disappears in the future, he can still rely on this skill of making tea to make a living and not go hungry!"

Qinglong had an angry look on his face, and he stepped forward. The ring on his hand was emitting a faint green light, and he was about to kill him.

Wanwan stretched out his hand to block him behind him. He took two steps forward and looked at Fan Yuxiao. He was wearing the Qingyun Sect's standard Taoist robe. He was dusty and unremarkable, but he was Qi Yuxuan, very impressive.

Handsome, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and facial features that are put together as three-dimensional as if they were carved by a knife. His long hair was held up by a hairpin carved from Qingyunmen black knot bamboo and placed on his shoulders.

Bohemian, with a trace of laziness in his clear eyes, and a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, he was otherworldly. Even when facing the two masters of the Holy Cult, himself and Qinglong, he showed no fear.

"I wonder which high-ranking disciple of the Qingyun Sect you are, and you actually have the courage to cultivate like this?"

Fan Yuxiao sat on the bench, glanced at the crowd, then moved his eyes away, fixed on the hand of the Holy Envoy of the Azure Dragon, stared at the ring with interest, and asked.

"Is this the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon Qiankun Blue Light Ring? Is it used to deal with Wan Jianyi? It's a pity that it can't be used!"
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