A slender figure walked out slowly, standing in the drizzle, looking quietly at the sky.
Lu Fan's mind was extremely clear at this moment.
The eyes are also unusually clear and translucent.
He suddenly saw a bird flapping its wings and flying across the sky covered with drizzle. When he looked at the bird's wings tearing apart the rain curtain, the speed of the whole world seemed to be gradually slowing down...
The raindrops were beaten into powder by the wings of the birds and exploded into the air.
The thin rain curtain hits the neat feathers of the birds, splashing a layer of light mist...
He suddenly saw the bird's eyes turning and felt the gurgling flow of blood in his body.
A surging force flows quietly in the dantian, like a cold cold pool, calm on the surface, but bottomless...
At the same time, Ma Zicong ran over from a dilapidated house and looked at Lu Fan with some surprise: "Brother Lu, have you finished your retreat?"
From the incident in the southwest suburbs a week ago to now, Lu Fan has been shutting himself in the Buddhist cave halfway up the mountain since he came here, unable to escape.
For seven whole days, apart from the fact that he sent some water and food every morning, he never had any communication with Lu Fan.
Sometimes, when he delivers meals in the morning, the food he delivered the morning before is still placed at the door, untouched.
This is equivalent to semi-closed death.
Ma Zicong had already made up his mind to prepare for the long-term battle here. Unexpectedly, Lu Fan had already successfully escaped from seclusion in just one week.
And the condition looks very good.
"Ah, just came out."
Lu Fan turned around, looked at Ma Zicong, who was stained and his clothes were in tatters, and asked with a wry smile: "Why don't you take a shower? I fucking stink."
"Yeah?"
When Ma Zicong heard this, he lowered his head, pulled his collar, and smelled it. Then he grinned and said, "It's so smelly. I don't even smell it. It seems like my nose can't smell it anymore..."
"Okay, I'm tired of staying here. Let's go to the mall to buy some clothes, and then find someone to inquire about the situation and see what's going on outside."
Lu Fan spoke calmly, and was about to step forward when his footsteps suddenly stopped.
"How long do you want to hide? Let's go together."
As soon as he finished speaking, a white figure walked out of the woods halfway up the mountain.
Figures of people flickered and iron swayed.
In addition, her hair was disheveled and her body was covered in bruises. At first glance, she looked shocking and creepy.
Looking at the dozen iron chains protruding from the body of the Japanese female grandmaster, Lu Fan took a deep breath and said: "We have to find a way to remove these iron chains from your body, otherwise the target will be too big to take you out."
"you've changed."
The Japanese female grandmaster suddenly spoke.
"What did you say?"
Lu Fan was stunned.
"With restrained momentum, you are stronger than before."
The Japanese female grandmaster looked at Lu Fan with a cold expression and a stiff tone, slightly surprised.
"Stronger?"
Lu Fan glanced at her doubtfully. He was in seclusion for seven days this time in order to refine the fighting aura he had learned in the arena. After seven days, he did not feel that the true energy in his body had increased in any way, but his whole body felt different.
Found some changes.
In the past, I saw mountains as mountains and water as water. Now, in my state of mind, I have a vague breakthrough in seeing mountains as mountains and water as water.
Although it was still a little bit close, Lu Fan was still quite surprised that such a change in mood could be noticed by the Japanese female master at a glance.
"What's your name?" Lu Fan asked.
The Japanese female grandmaster's lips moved slightly, but she did not speak.
"Forget it, there's no point in asking."
Lu Fan withdrew his eyes, looked at Ma Zicong and said: "Contact Master Kongchan for me and tell me that I am back. I will go see him when it gets dark and let him be prepared. It is best not to let others find out."
Lu Fuqing is still in the hands of Master Kong Chan. When he comes out of seclusion this time, the first person he wants to see is him.
"Okay, I understand."
Ma Zicong nodded, turned around and walked deep into the woods. He hid the Bentley in the woods, drove the car out, took Lu Fan and the Japanese female grandmaster, and ran directly down the mountain.