Cultivation of immortality starts from falling into a trap

"Bang... ~".

Zhao Yanbo finally landed on his feet, but the whole person staggered back a few steps before he stood firm.

Facing the two of them, he saluted: "Uncle Chef and Uncle Cui."

Here's the thing, the disciple and Senior Brother Fan have always had the best relationship, which is a well-known thing in the sect.

More than ten days ago, the disciple accidentally got the news in Fang City that there was a third-order golden-horned python demon beast in the Green Horn Forest that would lay eggs in the near future.

The disciple is also a ghost, so he wants to take advantage of it, and he is afraid that one person will not have enough strength so he invited Senior Brother Fan to go with him.

After the two of us successfully found the Golden Horn Python Cave, we didn't expect that the news was wrong, and there were actually two third-order Golden Horn Pythons in the cave.

We knew that there was no advantage to take advantage of, so we fled outside the cave, and the two third-order golden-horned pythons chased after each other, and Senior Brother Fan and I escaped halfway.

After I escaped the pursuit of a golden-horned python, I wanted to join Senior Brother Fan.

chased all the way along the tracks left by the other golden-horned python, but he didn't know that Senior Brother Fan had already .......

Speaking of this, Zhao Yanbo suddenly paused, as if there was something unspeakable.

"Could it be that your Senior Brother Fan has already been killed by the Golden Horn Python?" it was actually the head Zheng Tiannan who took the lead in asking.

Back to the head of the family, the nephew did not see Senior Brother Fan's body, but found Senior Brother Fan's portable sword in the nearby grass.

"Please take a look at the head of the family and Uncle Cui. With a tapping of the storage bag on his waist, he took out a long sword with fiery red lines and handed it forward.

Cui Ming took the long sword and took it in his hand to look at it carefully.

"Yes, it's the Fire Cloud Sword that I newly refined for my beloved disciple. Worried

about the safety of Senior Brother Fan, the disciple searched nearby.

For three days, but no trace of Senior Brother Fan was found, and the disciple wanted to return to the sect to report the matter to ask for help.

Unexpectedly, halfway through, he met Zhang Tie and Xue Yan from the Dry Bone Gate.

When the two saw that their master and nephew were alone, they had evil intentions and wanted to kill their disciple as soon as possible.

That Sun Tie's cultivation is a small realm of a high disciple, and the disciple knows that he is not the enemy of the two of them, or he is afraid that he will not escape with his life.

thought of outwitting, and used escape as bait to separate Sun Tie and Xue Yan.

I fought alone with that Sun Tie for half a stick of incense, but I tried my best to hate my disciple, but in the end I was defeated.

I had to plan it, and bet that Sun Tie would personally cut off the head of his master and nephew at the last moment, after all, the people of the Dry Bone Gate have a hobby of collecting the heads of other monks to refine evil magic weapons.

When the disciple was approaching, he retained the power of a blow, broke his dantian, and killed him on the spot.

At that time, the disciple was seriously injured and dying, so he had to find a place to heal his wounds first.

After the disciple's injuries healed slightly, he found Xue Yan who was circling around nearby again and killed him again.

"This is the storage bag of Sun Tie and Xue Yan, and the disciple has not opened it yet.

The disciple suspected that Senior Brother Fan was very likely to be poisoned by the two, and hoped that the head of the family and Uncle Fan would check it. After speaking, he handed over two storage bags in his hand.

The two glanced at each other, and there was a flash of different color in their eyes, but they each took a storage bag and checked it, and soon the two looked at each other, and threw the two storage bags back to Zhao Yanbo.

Zhao Yanbo grabbed the storage bag and hurriedly asked, "Master Master, how is Senior Uncle Cui?" Was

Senior Brother Fan killed by these two people?" "The two of us have checked these two storage bags, and we have not found the relics of your Senior Brother Fan, so I think your Senior Brother Fan has not fought with these two.

Moreover, the natal jade tablet that your Senior Brother Fan left in the main sect worship hall has not been broken, and it is likely that he was only temporarily trapped somewhere. But it was the head Zheng Tiannan who guessed.

"That's good, the disciple will go to the sect law enforcement hall for help, hoping that Senior Brother Fan Jiren will have his own natural appearance and return to the sect as soon as possible. Zhao Yanbo hurriedly responded.

"No need, this matter will be handled by me and your Uncle Cui, you have just returned to the sect, so go down and rest."

No, this is my head order, you go out this time to kill one of the enemy sect's mid-stage foundation building monks and one Qi refining consummation monk, and you will go to the worship hall to receive 300 sect contribution points. With that, he waved his hand at Zhao Yanbo.

Zhao Yanbo took the command with both hands.

Respectfully exited the main hall.

............

The main hall of the sect.

"Senior brother, how much do you think what this Zhao boy said is true?" As soon as Zhao Yanbo exited the hall, Cui Ming asked the master.

"I've been watching as the boy speaks, and you can see it, and I'm judging that it's at least nine true. Zheng Tiannan said.

"Don't hide it from the senior brother in charge, I judge it the same way, otherwise I wouldn't have let him leave so easily.

It's just my good apprentice...... Alas, I'm afraid it's more auspicious!" Cui Ming, a tower-like man, also showed sadness on his face at this time.

"Senior Brother Cui, don't be sad, just like Zhao Xiaozi said, Master Fan's nephew must be blessed by God.

I have sent a large number of disciples to the Green Horn Forest to search. Zheng Nantian looked at Cui Ming and comforted.

"Senior brother in charge, Lao Cui will not pass here first, and he will personally go to the Green Corner Forest, otherwise he will feel uneasy. After that, there was only one afterimage left in the temple, but the people had already arrived outside the temple.

"Senior Brother Cui, a man of temperament, I only hope that Senior Fan and nephew can return safely this time, otherwise it will ......"

As the head Zheng Nantian muttered, the main hall of the sect slowly closed again.

............

Zhao Yanbo didn't go far here, and he saw that Uncle Cui also came out of the main hall, stepping on a flying sword as wide as a door board and leaving the sect's big array.

The heart that I carried all the way finally let go of a few points, as for whether Fan Jian was dead or alive, it was meaningless, anyway, he didn't have any handle in the other party's hands.

Zhao Yanbo, who was going to go back to the cave first, turned around again and walked towards the room where the low-level disciples under the door were.

Hearing the compliments of the low-level disciples all the way, "Senior Brother Zhao, good", he came to the dining room for the sect.

"Zhang Dapang, come out to see me. Zhao Yanbo, who was far away, shouted into the room.

"How dare Senior Brother Lao come in person, just ask the people below you to come over and squeak, and you must send it to Senior Brother in person."

As the door of the room "creaked" open, a big fat man weighing three hundred pounds squeezed out of the open door.

It is the housekeeper here, Zhang Dapang.

As for the specific name of its original name, no one knows it for a long time.

"I don't need to say it, you should know what I'm here for you? In the face of this Zhang Dapang's overtures, Zhao Yanbo did not take it to heart and asked bluntly.

"Senior brother, let's get the peach blossom cake this time, the senior brother has always taken it to heart, and it has already been prepared, so I will order someone to get it.

Zhang Dapang, who seemed to have anticipated Zhao Yanbo's words, was not surprised, said a little flatteringly, turned around and gave an order to the room behind him.

Soon, a little fat man with a big black pot came out of the door of the room again, came to Zhao Yanbo, and obediently handed over a food box.

"Uncle Shi, No. "

Little Fanzi, this is for you, remember to cultivate hard, don't be like your master.

Zhao Yanbo seemed to have a good impression of the little fat man in front of him, and casually threw a bottle of Yi Marrow Pill to the other party.

After speaking, he didn't forget to look at Sun Da's fat belly, and the latter had to smile awkwardly.

"Well, Uncle Shi, Xiao Fanzi will definitely cultivate well, but the master said that this is ...... Fu Xiang ...... "

The little fat man's previous words were also loud, but the last half of the sentence gradually became thinner like a mosquito and a fly.