Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 376 Doesn't Sound Like a Good Place
In the afternoon, Su Fan sat cross-legged in the abode of the Tibetan Dharma Hall, holding an ancient book and reading it with gusto.

Incense was lit in the incense burner on the low table, and the rich air wafted in, which made people feel refreshed.

At this time, the small red clay stove next to it burst into steam.

He picked up the kettle on the stove, made himself a cup of spiritual tea, and took a sip happily.

Su Fan put down his teacup and was about to continue reading when the communication array around his waist vibrated slightly.

He picked it up and looked at it, smiled, then activated the communication array, and a phantom popped up in an instant, it was that guy Zhang Junpu.

"Brother, where are you..."

"Where else can I be, where is the Tibetan Dharma Palace? It's my turn to be on duty these days..."

"I'll be there right away, hurry up and make a pot of spirit tea and wait for me..."

Su Fan put away the communication array, then shook his head.

"This guy……"

Compared with Qiu Robouquan, he is more willing to associate with Zhang Junpu, even in the entire Pure Jun Demon Sect, he can get along with this guy.

At the beginning, I was just a little transparent in Yunze Realm, and others ignored him, leaving him to fend for himself, and Zhang Junpu pulled him over for the whole team.

In times of crisis, humanity is most visible.

Although Su Fan didn't need the other party's help at all, he always remembered this favor.

The two have similar temperaments, and now they have no scruples about talking to each other.

Zhang Junpu walked into the hall of the Tibetan Dharma Hall. When the little girls behind the counter saw him, they immediately stood up.

"Greetings to Master Junpu..."

Zhang Junpu was not polite, he just pointed at a girl.

"Which room is Su Fan in? Take me to him..."

After hearing this, Chu Han quickly ran out of the counter as if flattered, and respectfully led Zhang Junpu to Su Fan's abode.

"Really Su Fan is inside, this junior will leave..."

Chu Han bowed and waited for Zhang Junpu to enter the room before she ran back to the hall with a blushing face.

Several little girls quickly gathered around and chattered.

"Hanhan, have you talked to Master Junpu yet..."

"Real Junpu is so handsome..."

"Oh...why didn't he look for me..."

Chu Han patted her chest to relieve her rapid heartbeat, but her little face was still flushed red.

That is the real Junpu who is ranked in the top [-] in the Chunjun Demon Sect Grand Competition. Not only is he of good background, but he is also so handsome. He is definitely an idol among the female disciples in the sect.

"How does he know real Su Fan..."

"Could it be that Master Su Fan is a descendant of Guijue Mozun living in exile..."

"It's very possible, or he won't have the chance to meet Junpu Zhenren..."

The girls were brainstorming again, and after a while, they conceived a bizarre plot.

Zhang Junpu walked into the Abode, and saw Su Fan making tea for him, he sat down cross-legged, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Su Fan refilled another glass for him, and asked, "Where did you come from..."

"Senior Brother Thief Spring and I went to the Chonghua Realm, completed a few reward tasks there, and came back..."

Su Fan had heard of this small plane, which belonged to the demon clan's sphere of influence. There were several fierce battles there, and the human monks and the demon clan had been fighting for decades without a result.

"You live comfortably every day..."

"I don't fight or grab, I just want to practice with peace of mind, is there something wrong..."

Zhang Junpu sighed, and said: "It's a pity that with your strength, you will definitely be able to enter the top [-] in the Kunxutian record list..."

"Fame and fortune are just floating clouds..."

After hearing Su Fan's words, Zhang Junpu was almost pissed off.

He turned his head and took a look outside, and said with a chuckle: "The girls in the Tibetan Dharma Palace are all pretty good..."

Su Fan was amused, and he glared at the other party.

"Brother, they are still children, you can be a grandfather at your age..."

"What's the matter, don't tell me, you have been in the sect for so long, and you don't even have a good friend, do you need a buddy to help you introduce a few..."

Introduce Nima, this product is not a good cake.

"I'm a decent person, how can I be casual..."

Zhang Junpu immediately regained his energy when he heard this, and he glanced at Su Fan with a half-smile.

"You won't be a virgin, haha..."

What the hell are you? Your whole family is all good.

"I even have a daughter, do you have one..."

Zhang Junpu was stunned for a moment, and said: "Er... this is really not..."

After he finished speaking, he teased: "How many Taoist companions do you have..."

Su Fan smiled, and the images of senior sister and Gu Qinghuan immediately appeared in his mind.

"Two...ah no, it's three..."

Although Li Miaoxue refused to admit it when she put on her pants, Su Fan still added her.

Zhang Junpu laughed loudly after hearing this, and said, "Brother, you can do it, are they still in your original plane..."

Su Fan smiled wryly, then nodded silently.

Seeing that Su Fan was in a low mood, Zhang Junpu patted him on the shoulder.

"It's okay, when my parents pass by your place one day, I will help you bring them over..."

Su Fan, who was still a little lost at first, suddenly regained his spirits after hearing Zhang Junpu's words.

"Brother, really, don't fool me..."

Zhang Junpu rolled his eyes and said: "It's just such a stupid thing, why should I fool you..."

This is a bit of a mess, but that f*ck crosses planes.

As soon as Su Fan grabbed the other's arm, he said seriously: "Brother, then you have to help me, I miss my daughter, I'm going crazy..."

Su Fan's body is as strong as a monster, the other party can't resist him.

"Brother, let go first, you hurt me..."

He broke free from Su Fan's clutches, grinning and rubbing his arms.

"It's really not a big deal, but you have to wait ten or eight years. Our family's space-time fleet only goes out every 30 years."

Su Fan quickly poured him a cup of spirit tea, and presented it to him with both hands.

"Brother, you must do me this favor..."

Seeing the eagerness on Su Fan's face, Zhang Junpu was stunned.

"Which plane are you from..."

"Mysterious Luo Realm..."

"What the hell, where is the Xuanluo Realm..."

Su Fan didn't know how to answer for a while, because he couldn't tell where the Xuanluo Realm was.

His heart moved, and when he suddenly remembered, those two people he met in the magic boat.

"By the way, our Xuanluo Realm seems to be on the way with the 'Haotian Realm' and the 'Chiyuan Realm'..."

After Zhang Junpu heard this, he was still in a daze. He had never heard of this.

"Okay, I'll go back and find someone to inquire about..."

This is so...

After all, Chunjun Demon Sect is a super demon sect, so how could it possibly know those ordinary small planes.

Even so, Su Fan was very excited.

He felt that his structure was a bit small, and he was always used to explaining Kunxutian with the way of thinking in the Xuanluo world.

Kunxutian is considered to be a relatively large plane in the Qingkong star field, and it is very rich in cultivation resources, which is beyond the Xuanluo world.

Moreover, so many plane battlefields have been opened up, and it is nothing to realize cross-plane time travel.

Now it seems that there should still be many ways to return to Xuanluo Realm.

Time travel is as difficult for the Xuanluo Realm as it was for humans in the previous life to break out of the solar system, but for Kun Xutian, it may not be a problem.

"Brother, have you eaten your lunch? Let's have a drink later..."

Zhang Junpu is also a drinker, he laughed and said: "Nonsense, didn't you see that I came here on time, I came to you, you don't want to arrange someone to arrange..."

Su Fan didn't lead him to Mo Yunfeng's restaurant, but went directly to the small courtyard behind the Vihara.

He took out the barbecue grill, spiritual charcoal, and various ingredients from the ring, and grilled meat skewers in the yard.

No matter what time of day Su Fan had, he would have a special Naring of Baifang, which was filled with various ingredients and kitchen utensils.

As long as you give him half an hour, he can set up a big table for you with grilled skewers, shabu-shabu, seafood, Western food, and the four major cuisines.

No way, the foodie world doesn't explain it.

Looking at the various meat skewers on the long grill, Zhang Junpu was dumbfounded.

He has eaten barbecue before, but this is the first time he has seen it baked like this.

"Brother, how do you eat..."

"Why do you care so much, just wait until you eat..."

After working for a long time, Su Fan finally finished roasting. He took out a square table and placed the grilled meat skewers on it.

"Brother, eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold..."

After he finished speaking, he took out a jar of spiritual wine from the ring and placed it in front of Zhang Junpu.

"You drink first, I'll make some cold salad..."

Zhang Junpu picked up the jar of spirit wine in front of him, patted open the clay seal and smelled it.

"Brother, you are so willing..."

He is also a monk from a family background, and he has never seen any kind of spiritual wine since he was a child, so of course he knows the price of this jar of spiritual wine.

"It's okay, our buddies are with whom, you're done drinking..."

Su Fan finally finished his tossing, and he had already prepared a large table full of dishes.

He sat across from Zhang Junpu and bought him a glass of spiritual wine.

"Come on...Let's go together..."

The two of them drank all afternoon, and they were both in high spirits. The two jars of spirit wine were almost bottomed out.

"By the way, in a few years, it will be the space-time battlefield of the Qingkong Starfield, and you don't want to see it..."

"Space-time arena..."

Su Fan froze for a moment, then shook his head.

Are you kidding me, the once-in-a-hundred-year space-time arena in the Qingkong Starfield doesn't sound like a good place.

Whoever you love will go, and you won't go anyway if you beat him to death.

"Why am I going to join in the fun? Why, you want to go..."

Zhang Junpu sighed, lifted his wine glass and took a sip.

"I want to go, but unfortunately I don't have the qualifications. Only the top ten elite disciples of the Zongmen Grand Competition have the opportunity to participate..."

"What about Senior Brother Robber Spring, is he qualified to go to the Space-Time Arena..."

"Senior Brother Taoquan ranked sixth in the competition, so of course he is qualified..."

Su Fan smiled, and then poured a glass of spiritual wine for Zhang Junpu.

"It's not easy to survive in the time-space arena in the Blue Sky Starfield..."

"Well... It is said that the ten disciples of the Zongmen who have participated in the Space-Time Arena all the time can come back two or three each time..."

The death rate is [-]% to [-]%, and they are still rushing to go. I really don't know what these people are thinking. Isn't this rushing to die?

The two drank until midnight before Zhang Junpu staggered away.

Su Fan was also dazed from drinking, and slept until noon the next day.

He rubbed his sore head, got up from the ground, sat down cross-legged, and worked hard to get rid of the alcohol.

"call……"

Su Fan exhaled a strong smell of alcohol, and suddenly felt his head cleared up.

After breakfast, he went to a room at the back of the monastery, which was his utensil making room.

Because during this period of time, he has been thinking about the period of the natal magic weapon, so recently Su Fan often read books on making utensils in the Tibetan Dharma Hall.

Sometimes I am inspired, and when the inspiration comes, I will go to this tool making room to practice my hands.

Although he still had no clue about the natal magic weapon, he found a way of thinking about the "Soul Devouring Forgetting the River Bell" magic weapon blank that was rewarded by the sect.

Su Fan took out the magic weapon blank of "Soul Devourer Wangchuan Bell" from the ring, and took out the "Bone Demon Viper Whip" that had been used for a long time.

With the breakthrough of the realm to the Jindan realm, this top-grade magic weapon has long since become a tasteless thing.

Even Su Fan himself didn't know how many ghosts the "Bone Demon Viper Whip" had swallowed, anyway, there must have been one hundred and eighty thousand.

"Bone Demon Viper Whip" is vicious and treacherous, and its combat power is also extremely fierce.If this magic weapon is given to a foundation-building realm ghost disciple to use, it can definitely be called a divine weapon.

But Su Fan was not that noble, even though he was not very useful, he was still reluctant to sell it.

After looking through the ancient books in the Tibetan Dharma Hall during this time, Su Fan finally found a glimmer of inspiration. He planned to integrate the "Bone Demon Viper Whip" into the "Soul Eater Wangchuan Bell".

"Soul Eater Wangchuan Bell" is actually an imitation of the ancient Taoist instrument "Wangchuan Bell".

Many natal magic weapons majoring in the soul, Taoism, and demon cultivation have chosen the "Soul Eater Forgetting the River Bell", and they will refine their own styles according to their own characteristics.

He didn't want to use "Soul Devourer Wangchuan Bell" as his talisman, but as his trump card, this magic weapon was not bad.

In addition, Su Fan also found a suitable refining idea for himself through the experience of making utensils from the predecessors in the Tibetan Dharma Palace.

Two days later, Su Fan came out of the workshop with a smile on his face, playing with a small jet-black clock about an inch in size.

The surface of the small clock is engraved with delicate and strange inscriptions, and the brilliance of the whole body appears magnificent and strange. It seems to be some kind of rune pattern, with an evil gloomy light flickering faintly.

If you look closely, you will find a snake with bones covered in ferocious bone spurs.

In order to integrate the "Bone Demon Viper Whip" into the "Soul Devourer Wangchuan Bell", Su Fan spent a lot of effort, but fortunately, the final result was good.

He threw the "Soul Devourer Forgotten River Bell" into the air, and the little bell was strong against the wind, and it instantly turned into a huge pitch-black bell several feet in size.

The jet-black giant clock was hidden in the thick magic smoke, and countless hideous ghosts screamed in the magic smoke, exuding an extremely evil aura.

Su Fan pinched his fingers and chanted the mantra, then raised his hand.

"Om..."

There was only a humming sound, and a sound wave visible to the naked eye instantly spread to the surroundings. The entire small courtyard shook violently, and even the space became flat and distorted.

"broken……"

Su Fan quickly took out a second-order isolation jade talisman and crushed it with a "pop".

But it was too late, there was still such a shrill humming sound coming out of this small courtyard.

Hundreds of meters away, in the hall of the Tibetan Dharma Hall, more than a hundred young disciples of the Chunjun Demon Sect came here, and they gathered in small groups to play and play.

Suddenly, there was a vague humming sound, like a magic sound from outside the territory, which instantly made everyone's eyes go black.

More than a hundred Qi training and foundation building disciples gathered in the main hall collapsed to the ground, clutching their heads.

After a while, Su Fan trotted to the main hall, looked at the many disciples spread out on the ground, and couldn't help but smiled wryly.

He walked up to a qi training disciple, his eyes fixed, and his divine sense swept over him, and he was relieved.

Fortunately, he only tried it a little bit, and only displayed less than [-]% of the power of "Soul Devouring Wangchuan Bell".

Su Fan glanced at the many young disciples spread out on the ground of the main hall, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, then turned and left.

"Snapped……"

The disciples who fainted in the hall felt a crisp sound in their minds.

It lingered in their ears like Hong Zhong Dalu, and their originally confused minds instantly regained clarity.

Everyone got up from the ground one after another, and looked around each other with bewildered faces.

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing.

No one knows what happened just now.

And the instigator had already returned to his abode, as if nothing happened, anyway, even if someone came to ask, he would not admit it.

Su Fan was playing with the "Soul Eater Forgetting the River Clock" in his hand. He underestimated the power of this magic weapon just now, but he didn't expect the power to be so terrifying.

As soon as his eyes were fixed, he saw a black shadow wrapped in thick magic smoke jumping out from the small bell, circling up and down in the abode.

Su Fan nodded in satisfaction, and waved his hand to put the black shadow into the "Soul Eater Wangchuan Bell".

This magic weapon was finally finalized. Not only could it instantly release a strange sound wave that attacked the soul, but it could also protect Su Fan's soul from being harmed.

Moreover, there is a spirit of "Bone Demon Viper" sealed inside the small clock, which can be hidden in the "Soul Devourer Wangchuan Bell" to sneak attack the opponent.

This spirit is condensed from countless resentful souls, and its power is naturally extraordinary.

Moreover, this spirit can also grow slowly by continuously devouring ghosts, and its power will become stronger and stronger.

Su Fan put the "Soul Devourer Wangchuan Bell" into the ring, and then began to think about his talisman.

Jindan Daoist's natal magic weapon is not an ordinary magic weapon.

Many golden core monks who have broken through for many years still have not succeeded in refining their own talisman.

Of course, it's okay to fool if you want to, but the power will be greatly reduced.

Moreover, the natal magic weapon will follow the monk's life, and it will continue to grow as the monk's realm improves. Some top-quality natal magic weapons can even grow into Taoist weapons.

Since there is no idea for the time being, let's wait and see.

This is really not something to worry about.

The next day, Su Fan handed over to another Jindan elder on duty, and then came to drive.

When he walked out of the hall, the little girls behind the counter got together again.

"I don't know if Su Fan was affected by the magic sound yesterday..."

"It's probably the same as us, fell asleep, haha..."

"I can't, why is he also a Jindan real person..."

"That's not necessarily true. It is said that the Golden Core cultivators in small places are very lazy..."

What happened in the Tibetan Dharma Palace yesterday, after everyone's reasoning, has always been believed to be a trace of magic sound emitted by a certain demon king of the sect when he was making the weapon.

There was a precedent for this kind of thing in Chunjun Demon Sect. Anyway, no one thought that the culprit was Su Fan.

(End of this chapter)