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Five Seven Seven, Mr. Gao Yuan Gutamu

"..."

There were two more silver saints. Under Zhang Fan's attack, they had no room to fight back. They were all instantly killed. 【】

Watching this scene happen, the three people present were all silent, not because they had nothing to say, but because they were completely numb. They had a new understanding of Zhang Fan's strength.The magic bell and the noble ghost are better. After all, the magic bell has a relationship with Zhang Fan... um, she has a little relationship, Zhang Fan is strong, she is the happiest.As for the noble ghost, he is still young. Although his master is Mr. Mu, age determines everything. A noble ghost at this age does not have that complicated thinking and does not think a lot.

The one with the most complicated mentality is Seiya. The last time Zhang Fan showed his strength was in the Galaxy Arena. At that time, Ikki also had no resistance in front of Zhang Fan.At that time, Seiya was also surprised, but also had a trace of understanding.When he was cultivating in the sanctuary, Zhang Fan showed unparalleled talent and strength. At that time, the magic bell said that Zhang Fan had the strength of a silver saint.If he had the corresponding Silver Saint Cloth, Zhang Fan would be a real Silver Saint.

At that time, in Seiya's mind, the Silver Saint was the most powerful person in the world, and Ikki was a Bronze Saint like himself, so it was only natural that he lost to Zhang Fan.

This idea continued until Mesti failed.

From the moment Mesti failed and Zhang Fan easily wiped out the small universe and deprived her of the holy clothes, Seiya has been in a state of shock.After that, the two silver saints who appeared at the same time were instantly killed like babies in front of Zhang Fan. Seiya Shin's shock had reached the limit, and such thoughts even emerged in his heart.

"Could it be that the golden saints are really such terrifying existences? The silver saints are like a layer of white paper in front of them, and the silver saints are like babies in front of them. Their speed is so fast that they can't be seen at all. , Their strength is so strong that they can tear apart a person's body, just as easily as if their palms penetrated the air?"

Although this kind of thinking has just appeared, it is already deeply rooted.

And the emergence of such an idea itself, will it have an unpredictable impact on Seiya's future?Even Zhang Fan didn't know this.

Looking down at the two corpses on the ground, Zhang Fan curled his lips and raised his hand, the two sets of holy clothes seemed to have life, separated from their original owners, and flew in front of Zhang Fan.

In the damaged place, those fragments were assembled quickly. Of course, it was just a combination, not a real recovery.But as long as these fragments can be assembled back together, the self-recovery of the Saint Cloth will not be slow.

Looking at the two sets in front of him, one in the shape of a whale, and the other in the shape of a hound, the corners of Zhang Fan's mouth curled up. After closing the outer box, he put them all into the ring with a wave of his hand, and closed his eyes to sense After a while, after confirming that there were no other people, he turned around and walked in front of Mo Ling and the others.

To be precise, he walked in front of the noble ghost.

"Are you a noble ghost?"

"Ah? Ah! Yes, yes, I am a noble ghost!"

"I know you, the only disciple of Mr. Mu, the Gold Saint Seiya of Capricorn, and the candidate for the Gold Saint Seiya to inherit his Goat Palace in the future. You have been here for several days, and you have never been here. If there is any neglect , you must never mind!"

"Oh? No, no, you are as strong as the master, me, how could I..."

"Okay, don't be nervous, are you also like this when you are with Mr. Mu?"

"Uh... no, it's not..."

"So, Mr. Mu is also a gold saint. You don't need to be nervous when facing him, and you don't need to be nervous when facing me. Speaking of which, your master and I once met once, don't say that you are me now. Companion, even if you really stand against me one day, in the face of your master, I will not hurt you!"

Zhang Fan rubbed the top of the noble ghost's head and said with a smile.

"hey-hey……"

The noble ghost rubbed his nose and smiled, obviously relaxed a lot.

"Speaking of which, is Mr. Mu still recuperating in the Pamirs?"

"Well! Master, he said that the sanctuary was too noisy, and he didn't like it very much, so he lived there all the time. Even if the Pope wanted to see him sometimes, he might not agree to it!"

The noble ghost raised his head, looked at Zhang Fan, and said crisply.

"Is that so, is it because it's too noisy..." Zhang Fan sighed noncommittally, then raised his head, "How is Mr. Mu's life? Is he in good health?"

"Well! The body is very good, and life is okay. Every day is either to cultivate the power of mind, or to read or something. Usually, there is nothing to do."

"Huh? Nothing? No, I remember it. Mr. Mu should be the only saint cloth restorer in the sanctuary today. How could he have nothing to do?"

"It's true to say that, but it's a time of peace, and the sanctuary does not allow too fierce struggles among saints. Usually, everyone takes off their saint clothes to duel when they are angry, so although the master is very chatty But there is no way, you can't let others fight desperately just because you talk to yourself, master doesn't want this either!"

The noble ghost shrugged and said with a resigned expression.

If this expression is made by other people, it is quite normal.But if it is displayed by a child as young as Gui Gui, it will be very interesting.

Zhang Fan pursed his lips, suppressed the smile that was about to appear on his face, and then nodded slightly.

"That's it, then I'll help him find some work, lest it will take a long time and forget even the most important craft!"

While talking, Zhang Fan slowly closed his eyes.

When Gui Gui heard his words, he blinked his eyes in doubt, looking at Zhang Fan for no reason.

A few minutes later, Zhang Fan opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth smiled even wider, and with a wave of his hand, the two holy clothes boxes that he had just put into the ring reappeared.Then Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and lightly touched his forehead with his index finger. When his finger left his forehead, a cloud of white mist had already left with his finger.

After putting the cloud of mist and the holy clothes together, Zhang Fan turned to the three people beside him, smiled lightly, raised his hand, and sent the three objects high into the sky.

Swish!

In the next second, a burst of silver light flashed, and the two saint-cloth boxes and the white mist ball all disappeared.

The magic bell and Xingya didn't respond to this scene, but when Gui Gui saw this scene, his expression suddenly changed.

"This, this is, long-distance teleportation! Impossible, this skill is only known by the master, why do you..."

For the first time, the noble ghost looked at Zhang Fan with a look of admiration.

"Hehe, the method of using telekinetic power is nothing more than opening a channel in space that depends on time and distance, and then sending the things you need, even yourself, into the channel, so as to achieve instant movement. Such an ability is not difficult. As long as you have the relevant information and are proficient in telekinesis, you can use it smoothly. It's just the difference between proficiency and inexperience. Compared with Mr. Mu, my teleportation is of course still a lot worse. At least I am in positioning and In terms of transmission stability, it is far inferior to Mr. Mu!"

Zhang Fan said with a smile, but even though he said that, the noble ghost's gaze towards him was still full of worship and reverence, as well as a trace of fear.

It wasn't until this moment that he truly put Zhang Fan on an equal footing with Mr. Mu.Although Zhang Fan said it easily, anyone with a discerning eye could come out, and he didn't use all his strength at all.Of course, Mr. Mu can do it to such a degree, but if he wants faster positioning and higher stability, it will consume a lot of energy. Even if Mr. Mu himself uses this distance, his face will turn pale slightly, while Zhang Fan's face is almost There is no change, and his strength is evident.

Looking into the noble ghost's eyes, Zhang Fan turned to Moling and Xingya.

"The things here are over, Moling, you are now considered a traitor in Sanctuary. So don't go back, just follow us!"

"Oh? Can it work? I..."

"It's okay, I'll do as long as I say, don't forget, you are the master of me and Xingya, the master is here, how can the apprentice not entertain?"

Zhang Fan said, blinking at the magic bell imperceptibly.

The magic bell received the signal, and the face under the mask turned red. At an angle where no one else could see, she twisted fiercely at the soft flesh of Zhang Fan's waist a few times, but smiled twice.

"Well, since you said so..."

"Then, everyone, get ready, let's go back!"

Zhang Fan chuckled and shouted, and under the bewildered eyes of the three of them, he activated his super power and disappeared in an instant.

After they walked for a few minutes, a few figures appeared here, it was Binghe, Yihui and Shun, and Zilong had already gone back to Wulaofeng to practice, and he was not in the country at this time.

The three of them came to the scene and saw the three of them lying on the ground at a glance.

Hastily rushing to their side, Ikki lowered his head and touched their necks respectively.

"Two died, and the other seemed to have passed out, and his body was not injured."

Ikki checked it, and said to the other two.

"Can you determine your identity? Is it an ordinary person or..."

"do not know."

Just as Binghe was about to ask a question, Ikki shook his head.

"I'm not sure at all. They don't have holy clothes on their bodies, and there aren't any remnants of holy clothes around them. The two who died can't be judged, and the one who fainted doesn't have any small cosmic fluctuations, so... However, I think the two A dead person is not necessarily an ordinary person. If it is an ordinary person, who will attack them? Moreover, the wounds on their bodies are obviously caused by saint fighters. In addition, there are still traces of Seiya Cosmos left here, so , considering that these two are the enemies who attacked Seiya."

"Huh? But, if they are enemies, what about their holy clothes?"

Hearing Ikki's words for a moment, he asked in confusion.

"Then I don't know anymore. There are too few clues here, so I can't make more judgments. However, since Seiya was here at the time, there is no problem asking him, and you have also felt it just now, the powerful small universe..."

"Ok!"

Bing He and Shun Qi nodded.

"That's right, Zhang Fan has also come here, with his strength and the golden holy clothes, no matter how powerful the enemy appears, there is no problem, so let's go back now, go back to the mansion to find Seiya or Zhang Fan, as long as you ask them face to face, there will be no problem!"

Ikki came to such a conclusion, Binghe and Shun looked at each other, nodded in unison, and the three of Su Hou moved quickly and disappeared from the spot.

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At this time, the four people who had returned to the mansion...

"Ugh! Ugh!!!"

As soon as Seiya came out of the teleportation state, he rushed to the side of the small tree and vomited.

The magic bell is also uncomfortable, but with Zhang Fan's special care, it will not be as embarrassing as Seiya.Among them, Gui Gui is the quiet one. He is a master of telekinesis, and he can also teleport, but he is not as powerful as Zhang Fan, who can carry many people and move so far.But no matter how long or short the distance is, it’s only for an instant. The real pressure is Zhang Fan who initiates the teleportation, and the noble ghost who accepts the teleportation. With ordinary experience, he has already adapted to the pressure on the body caused by the space pull during teleportation. up.

Their appearance alarmed the people in the mansion at the same time.

A large number of bodyguards rushed out of the room. Although Mo Ling was a stranger, they stopped when they reached Zhang Fan and the three of them, and stood aside respectfully.

The medical staff went to take care of Xingya, but Zhang Fan pulled the magic bell and entered the mansion.

Holding her hand, he walked straight upstairs to Saori's room. Anyway, it is impossible for Saori not to know that Mo Ling is such a big person living here.It was normal for Zhang Fan to bring her here to say hello.And he is not worried about any problems about himself between the two girls. This world is different from other worlds. The time period of this world is very early, and the social atmosphere is not yet open.Moreover, Mo Ling and Saori are both extremely shy about the relationship between men and women, so there is no problem in talking about other things, but when it comes to love and love, they are too shy to speak.

Usually Zhang Fan takes the lead, but this time, as long as Zhang Fan doesn't take the initiative to stir up these topics, there will be absolutely no mistakes.

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And the moment Zhang Fan and the others teleported back to PR, on the Pamir Plateau, under an antique tower, a man with two dots between his eyebrows suddenly opened his eyes.

In the next second, two large boxes and a white mist ball appeared in front of him.

"This is teleportation? Could it be a noble ghost? Impossible, if it was him, he would notify me, who would it be? Where did he come from?"

A question flashed across Mr. Mu's mind, and he stood up without changing his expression, and walked to the Saint Cloth Box, frowning slightly.

"Hound and White Whale? Why are these two? I remember that they belonged to Adrian and Moxis. Why did they appear here?"

Mr. Mu was puzzled for a while, and then turned to the white ball.

"This thing should be the key..."

Thinking of this, Mr. Mu stretched out his hand to touch the ball, and the next second, the ball suddenly entered his body along his arm, and Zhang Fan's voice slowly sounded in his brain.

A few minutes later, Mr. Mu opened his eyes again, but there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

"Zhang Fan...?"

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