Chapter 223 Out of the Valley
Chen Fan and the bald bird stepped up into the air, and immediately the flying sword in the scabbard passed by, suspended at his feet, one person, one bird, and the sharp sword suddenly turned into a stream of light, soaring straight up, rushing into the dense white mist.
Three hours later, the bald bird shrunk and hid in Chen Fan's arms. Chen Fan flew out of the Demon King's Valley with his sword, and countless qi-training monks exclaimed at the entrance. It is rare to see a monk in the base period.
Chen Fan flew all the way, when he passed by the heavy sword city, he found that this place is still the same, it has not changed much for more than three years.
But at this time, on the hills outside the Epee City, several monks caught Chen Fan's attention.
Among them was a young man of the 13th and 14th year, with a medicine basket on his shoulder. He seemed to have just collected the medicine, but was blocked by several monks in the early stage of foundation establishment. Chen Fan felt that this young man was very familiar.
"Little drug boy!" Chen Fan recognized the little boy carrying the medicine basket back then. After more than three years since he left Epee City, the little drug boy grew up a lot and became a Pianpian young man, although the clothes are simple and simple, but it can't hide his handsome face.
At this moment, several people surrounded the little Yaotong, and the little Yaotong blushed, full of anger, as if he was arguing with the monks about something.
"Brother Chen Fan will always be the most powerful genius, you are not allowed to speak ill of him." Xiao Yaotong clenched his fists.
But those monks in the early stage of foundation establishment also burst out laughing:
"Brother Chenfan, you're just a traitor from the Epee Sword Peak."
"Fortunately, you still remember this man. He has been dead for three years. This is the end of his confrontation with Wan Jianzong. After all, he cannot escape death, and his body was taken away by our Wan Jianzong."
"That's right, you young brat, don't say the word Chen Fan all day long, or you will be sent to Wan Jianzong to be imprisoned."
"Quick, read it to us again, Chen Fan is a waste. Otherwise, you will not only be beaten today, but also hungry."
Several people laughed while talking, feeling very proud of bullying a young man like this.
It's just that the little drug boy's eyes are spitting fire, but his level is too low, he can't beat anyone, so he can only grit his teeth and say: "Brother Chen Fan is a genius, you don't want to force me."
The smiles on the faces of several people stopped when they heard this, and they glared at the little Yaotong with sharp eyes.
"Little drug boy, don't toast and drink fine wine, the heavy sword peak has long been under the control of our Wanjian sect, do you want to be expelled by us too?"
"Chen Fan is Wan Jianzong's mortal enemy. Who still remembers him now? You are the only one left in the whole heavy sword peak, and you still have his name on your mouth. Do you want to make an enemy of Wan Jianzong by doing this?"
After finishing speaking, one person reached out and pushed the little drug boy's head violently, directly pushing him to the ground, and a few herbs in the medicine basket immediately fell down.
"Being overestimated, just like that Chen Fan." The monk looked at the little medicine boy on the ground and sneered disdainfully.
"Om!"
Suddenly, a sharp and ear-piercing sword sound suddenly sounded, as if screaming in their ears, shaking several people's eardrums.
Little Yaotong was taken aback for a moment, showing an incredulous expression, and murmured: "Brother Chenfan!"
The faces of those people were dignified, and they said in a deep voice: "Who is so bold, dare to make trouble in my Wanjianzong's area?"
Whoosh!
The human skin mask on Chen Fan's face was still covered. With the face of a middle-aged man, he stepped on the void, and the sharp sword in his hand shook at a high speed, leaving only a phantom on the blade.
Phew!
A dazzling sword light passed by directly, and the cultivator who pushed the little drug boy to the ground had a bloodstain on his neck instantly. He widened his eyes and covered his neck with his hands, but the blood still gushed out like a spring, and he fell to the ground and died .
"Late foundation establishment?" Several other people showed panic.
Someone looked at Chen Fan and asked tremblingly: "You...who are you? I...we are from Wan Jianzong."
The little drug boy froze in place, his mouth opened wide.
The monks of Wan Jianzong were even more shocked and couldn't believe it, and then a deep look of fear surfaced on their faces.
"Chen... Chen..." A monk pointed at Chen Fan, trembling too much to speak.
"How...how is it possible?"
"Run." The other people reacted and wanted to run away.
Phew!
But Chen Fan obviously wouldn't give them such an opportunity, the purple-gold sword energy swept out, the sword glowed like a rainbow, and several people's throats sprayed blood at the same time.
Chen Fan's sharp sword was already so sharp that it looked like one sword, but in fact he had already swung six swords, and the six people fell to the ground without any mistakes.
"Chen...Brother Chenfan!" The little drug boy had already got up from the ground, still shocked, but there were more surprises and joy in his eyes.
Chen Fan showed a slight smile, he regarded Xiao Yaotong as a younger brother in his heart, he couldn't help reaching out and touching his head, and said with a low laugh: "It's grown taller."
Little Yaotong's face was full of joy, and he directly hugged Chen Fan's waist, tears streaming down his face.
"Brother Chenfan, they all say you are dead, I don't believe it, I know you won't die, you are the strongest."
Hearing the sobbing sound of the little drug boy, Chen Fan shook his head and chuckled, he didn't expect that he would make the little drug boy admire him so much, he stretched out his hand to touch his head, but Chen Fan suddenly frowned slightly.
Little Yaotong has been cultivating on the Heavy Sword Peak since he was a child, and it has been many years since he was a child. Now he is thirteen or fourteen years old, but his cultivation is still at the second level of Qi training, which is a bit unreasonable.
After repeated questioning by Chen Fan, the little drug boy lowered his head and told the reason.
It turns out that the heavy sword peak has long been taken over by Wan Jianzong, and countless disciples from the early stage of foundation establishment are stationed here, but because everyone knows that the little drug boy worships Chen Fan, they often bully him on weekdays, and even monthly. He withheld every elixir for cultivation, and did not give him any resources.
"Let's go, I'll take you away from the Heavy Sword Peak."
Chen Fan put the mask on his face again, and under the curious eyes of the little drug boy, he put him on the flying sword, turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.
Along the way, the little drug boy asked countless questions curiously, and finally the bald bird couldn't help but pop up, instead of calling him off, he joined his topic. The little drug boy was startled at first, but in the end he followed The bald bird came up to chat.
"Little boy, do you know who this old man is? This old man is the number one bird in the fairy world, and now he is here to save you people." The bald bird said with a dignified look.
But it is wearing flowery pants, with a single red feather on its head, which makes people want to laugh. At this moment, it is more like a magic stick, directly making the little medicine boy laugh.
"Giggle, you're bragging." The little drug boy smiled happily.
"Hmph, I know you don't believe me, but for your intelligence, I can show you something." After the bald bird finished speaking, it spread its wings and flew high, circling in the air.
"How is it, is it good?" The bald bird flew back and looked at the little drug boy with a look.
The little drug boy was also stunned, opened his cute eyes like a doll, and murmured: "It's amazing!"
The bald bird showed an inscrutable smile on its face, nodded and smiled in satisfaction, and was about to say something big, but the next sentence of the little drug boy almost made it fall from the air.
"Brother Chenfan, why can birds without feathers fly?"
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One day later, they came to an ancient town, where the folk customs were simple and the shops were flourishing, making it very comfortable.
"They should be here!" said the bald bird.
"En!" Chen Fan nodded slightly, put the sword back into its sheath, and led the little Yaotong towards the middle of the ancient town.
(end of this chapter)