"What's going on? Where is the big hair?"

Fan Zhuo was so shocked that he jumped up on the spot. He suddenly disappeared without knowing where to go. Could it be that he had eaten a lot of Yuanjing and ascended to the scene?

Fan Zhuo looked at the Yuan Lien Pot in his hand, and thought suddenly arose in his mind. Could it be that... Damao ran away?

Fan Zhuo thought before, if Da Mao could enter the Yuan Lien Pot, that would be great! Unexpectedly, once this thought arises, Da Mao disappeared without knowing where to go and disappeared out of thin air?

The imagined big hair appeared in the Lianyuan pot. Even though it was unbelievable, Fan Zhuo still had some hope and slowly opened the lid of the pot.

After seeing this, Fan Zhuo became even more confused. There was nothing else in the Yuan Jing pot except for some Yuan crystals that were hunted by hunting wild animals. Where did the big hair go?

Fan Zhuo searched around and found nothing, but finally he set his sights on the Yuan Lien Pot.

"Big Mao, if you are in the pot, then come out!"

Fan Zhuo said this for some reason, but after he said it, there was no halo and nothing surprising. The big hair appeared in front of Fan Zhuo very naturally, as if this guy had always existed, making people unable to imagine how it was from scratch!

"This... the big hair is really in the pot just now?"

Fan Zhuo was puzzled. He had clearly seen the pot before, but there was nothing else except Yuan Jing. If the big hair was so big, where would he hide it?

With the idea of ​​temptation, Fan Zhuo said with expectation:

"Big hair, go to the pot."

Sure enough, the big hair disappeared from the spot again, and disappeared out of thin air...

Fan Zhuo was stunned. He had just made great preparations to observe this scene, so he didn't blink at all. The process of disappearing the big hair was so abrupt. This not only made Fan Zhuo suspicious, but also made him overjoyed.

This time Fan Zhuo did not speak. He thought about letting Da Mao appear in his mind. Suddenly, Da Mao's figure, which was two heads higher than Fan Zhuo, appeared in front of him. At the same time, Fan Zhuo couldn't help laughing wildly:

"Hahaha! The Yuan Lien Pot is really worthy of being my treasure! It can allow the big hair to enter and exit at will, and only those who practice martial artists below the Beiyuan Ancient Mine can enter? Haha, with the big hair, who can compete with me for the treasure!"

Fan Zhuo was extremely proud and even showed extreme hysteria. He was so crazy that he could not blame his immature nature. It can only be said that this was an opportunity for the rise of a mortal youth without background, qualifications and foundations!

Fan Zhuo thought that even if he entered the Beiyuan Ancient Mine, he might be able to get some small gains if he was lucky, but he could only lower his eyebrows and watch others' expressions. However, at this time, Fan Zhuo's thoughts suddenly changed drastically. If he could bring the corpse into the ancient mine and make good use of it, he would turn his hands to make clouds and rain. No one could seize the light, magic weapons, magic pills, and do whatever he wanted with him!

Although Fan Zhuo could not know the authenticity of the legend of Beiyuan Ancient Mine, whether there were indeed ancient barbarians who were chased into the mine with a "barbarian god pill" countless years ago. In short, with the help of Mao Zi, Fan Zhuo felt that the pressure was gone. Even if the rumors were false, it would be good to be able to enter and harvest some Yuan crystals!

Fan Zhuo's eyes fell on curiosity at this moment, and he was still watching his hairy corpse, but he became more and more happy as he looked at it. He patted the hairy corpse, and with a thought, he put it into the Lianyuan Pot.

Then Fan Zhuo greeted him, and Xiao Hei, who was still playing with butterflies not far away, ran over happily. With the idea of ​​trying, Fan Zhuo moved his mind again and put Xiao Hei in the Yuan Liquid Pot.

Then he took Xiao Hei twice, without any changes. Fan Zhuo was relieved. After finally putting it in the Lianyuan Pot, he headed towards Beiyuan Ancient Mine.

I made an appointment with the tomboy Chu Lian to wait on the way. I guess today this tomboy and the powerful people selected from the major sects and below will come to explore the Beiyuan ancient mine.

It was almost noon, Fan Zhuo was nesting on the treetops, eating pancakes and water. After waiting for a long time, he finally looked forward to the results.

Some figures appeared in sight from afar. Fan Zhuo had excellent eyesight. When he watched, the person who led Zhang Fu, the servant of Chu Lian, was the tomboy.

Behind Zhang Fu are some strange faces, obviously the disciples selected by various sects to enter the mine.

Chu Lian's tomboy was also in it, and his outfit had changed, no longer had any more clothes and jade. He was dressed in coarse cloth and linen at this time. When the distance was close, Fan Zhuo also saw Lian clearly, his still handsome facial features, and his heroic spirit was contained in his eyebrows, which was full of beauty.

Fan Zhuo jumped down from the treetops. When Chu Lian saw Fan Zhuo, his pretty face instantly looked surprised. He rushed over and punched Fan Zhuo in the chest, praising him for no reason and came to accompany him to explore the Beiyuan ancient mine.

When Zhang Fu saw Fan Zhuo, a cold light flashed in his eyes. If Chu Lian had not stopped him, he would have come to question him.

Although Zhang Fu did not show any strange colors on his face afterwards, his mind kept beating:

The last time the little master was induced to eat the King's meal was not settled, and this kid was really brave and dared to show up here. After the little master separated from him, he would take action to remove it.

Zhang Fu's thoughts naturally would not be reflected on his face. Fan Zhuo did not know that this innate realm powerhouse among the immortal cultivators was already thinking about himself. If he knew, what else would he talk about entering the ancient mine? Fan Zhuo had already run away!

There are a lot of people in this trip, and there are more than twenty guards around Chu Lian. Everyone breathes for a long time. It is obvious that you can easily kill him if you pick up one of them.

The number of disciples selected by the major sects in the rear was countless. Fan Zhuo's eyes were more than 100 people, which shows how much attention the major sects attached to this exploration of the ancient mines.

Chu Lian, the tomboy, made a statement to Zhang Fu that Fan Zhuo wanted to go to the mine with him. Although Zhang Fu repeatedly dissuaded him, he was unable to persuade him. In desperation, he could only glar at Fan Zhuo in a vague manner and agreed.

So many people and a group of people were in a vast and after another two hours of rushing, they finally arrived at the foot of a mountain. There were also some martial artists nearby to guard them. Obviously, they were to hinder the outsiders who came to receive the news. What Fan Zhuo did not expect was that the Shangqing Sect Yufeng, the First Pintang Tu Luo, the Zhanmen Zhan Mo, the Guiyuan Sect Shangguan Jinghong, and even the Wuzong Lu Xian and many other sect leaders were also here.

Zhan Mo saw Fan Zhuo at first sight and immediately laughed and said:

"Fan Zhuo, hahaha, it turns out that you and I have the fate to meet again. I will settle your disciple Zhan Mo!"

Everyone swept Fan Zhuo with strange eyes. Among the travelers, Fan Zhuo's own strength was obviously the lowest, but it was beyond the expectation of many people that the Lord of the War Sect took the initiative to accept him as a disciple.

Such as Yu Feng, Tu Luo and others, they also understood that Fan Zhuo made amazing words during the assessment. He could talk to the great powers about his views on cultivating his mind, and he said it very reasonably. What this person said at that time was extraordinary, which was a kind of belief, a kind of cultivation aura that was unrestrained and unrestrained in his future journey, but only adhered to his original heart.

If Fan Zhuo belongs to the top-level life source, and with such a mind and insight, he will definitely become a disciple that the lords of major sects compete for. Even if he is a middle-level life source, he is regarded as a malleable talent. However, this kid is only a low-level life source. Even if he accumulates it through magic pills, the price will be too heavy to be accepted by major sects.

Zhan Mo actually wanted to accept Fan Zhuo as his disciple. This is not worth thinking about in the eyes of the major sect masters who know Zhan Mo and know Zhan Mo. It is because Zhan Mo is a master of martial arts and forging his body. On the contrary, the Yuanli is second, which is the direct reason for the scarcity of the number of Zhan Sect disciples.

Fan Zhuo bowed, and although he had a smile on his face, he was actually very happy. He had clearly heard Zhan Mo's voice sending a message to accept his own disciple and could become a disciple of the sect leader. He would be very excited if he had changed, not to mention that he was a low-level life source and was a lot of ordinary people in the world.

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