Grasping Evil

The Guanghan City Chengdong Wuji Pavilion is a thousand miles away from the north of the city.

With the speed of the middle-aged scribes Jindan, they can only arrive in one day.

Fortunately, Ning Fan’s peers, he will not spend a day on the sentiment.

Ning Fan only gently squats, the vast mana of a middle-aged scribe, the two directly across the distance, appeared in the Wuji Pavilion.

"Chemical, ignorant God!" The middle-aged scribe was almost scared to death by Ning Fan's idling.

As far as he knows, the ones that can be tens of thousands of miles are the gods.

Only the transformation of God's eccentricity can be done in a thousand miles!

He had guessed that Ning Fan was a monk of the Lantern Festival. It seems that Ning Fan is at least a vulgar in the early days of the gods!

"This person is actually a **** of ecstasy! I can lead the way for a **** of ecstasy!"

The middle-aged scribes were shocked and their eyes were hot.

He respected Ning Fan and respected him. He pointed to a Wanzhang Baoge in front and said, "Look at the predecessors, here is the Promise. The map of Beishuhai, only the Promise Court can be sold. The owner of this Wuji Pavilion, It is the owner of the city of Guanghan City. It is an old blame in the early days of smelting. When entering the Wuji Pavilion, it is necessary to have at least a large monk to repair, and the younger generation cannot enter."

"If you can't enter the pavilion, you can step back. I can enter alone."

Ning Fan retired the middle-aged scribe and walked alone toward the Wuji Pavilion.

There is no gatekeeper in the Wuji Pavilion, and there are only two statues of woodcarvings outside the door.

The wood carvings are lifelike, and the beasts are extremely smart.

When Ning Fan was close to the Wuji Pavilion, the two wooden beasts suddenly faintly brilliance, and the four feet stood up, and the beasts condensed and looked at Ning Fan.

Every wooden beast reveals the breath of Yuan Yingfeng!

These two wooden beasts are clearly two beasts!

"There is a stop! The monks under the Lantern Festival cannot enter the Promise Court!"

Ning Fan’s eyes swept the two beasts and were slightly surprised.

It is no wonder that this Wuji Pavilion was not guarded. It turned out that there were two Yuanxiao guards.

These two concrete manufacturing processes are quite special. Unlike the rainy world and the northern sky, it is made entirely of wood.

The material of the second enamel is not special, but there is a mysterious array on the enamel, and the cumbersomeness of the array is only one or two points.

Ning Fan’s gaze immediately glimpsed and secretly thought.

These two squats may not be high, but the production of the second scorpion is definitely an extremely powerful sergeant.

Face the cold of the two beasts. Ning Fan does not say much, only slightly exudes a breath, and there is a slight level of Yuan Zhen.

Perceived the breath of Ning Fan Yuan Zhen, the chill in the two beasts and babies immediately dissipated, re-squatting, and proud of Ning Fan. "You have enough to get in!"

The general blink of an eye is mostly hollow, but these two skeletons can reveal an arrogant expression...

Ning Fan is quite certain that these two beasts are not possessive of intellectual sorrow, but they can reveal a proud expression... It is extraordinary to make a master of shackles.

He slowly entered the Wuji Pavilion, in the first floor of the Wuji Pavilion. There is a list of jade frames, with one piece of merchandise.

There is a heavy array of light on each jade frame, and there is a beast guard on the side.

Many Yuanxiao monks choose items on the first floor and receive them. It is a human form.

In the moment when Ning Fan stepped into the Wuji Pavilion, a woman with a smile and a smile laughed and walked over.

This kind of awkwardness is a kind of spirituality, with a half-step of the cultivation of the gods. His eyes are like a clear spring, and he is still a little more intelligent than a living person.

"I don't know if this Taoist friend came to me to have a Promise, what do you want to buy? If you are in the first floor of the Promise."

"Map." Ning Fan faintly answered.

"Oh? I don't know what kind of maps do you want to buy? There are maps of the country on the shelf, maps of the Bohai country, and maps of the country without worry..."

The woman pointed a jade next to it. The shelves are filled with countless jade slips, all of which are branded map messages.

Next to each jade, there are standard maps and jade prices.

"I want a map of the entire North Tree Sea."

Ning Fan's faint voice rang on the first floor and immediately took out a storage bag. Handed over to the woman, which is filled with millions of cents.

Although his voice is not big, he can naturally hear it with the ear of the first layer of the old man.

Many people look at Ning Fan's gaze, and the storage bag with millions of cents, all with a trace of shock and fire.

Even if it is a veteran, it is not everyone who is willing to spend millions of cents to buy a map.

Some people came to the Promise Pavilion to buy a map of Beishuhai, but when they heard the price, they dispelled their original intentions.

A few Yuanxiao grotesques looked like Ning Fan, only to feel that Ning Fan had some face, guessing the background and origin of Ning Fan.

There are also a few vulgar old monsters who secretly pay attention to Ning Fan. They saw Ning Fan’s arrogance, and faintly regarded Ning Fan as a fat sheep. I don’t know what is wrong with it...

Ning Fan does not look at those grotesque ignorance. For him, the monk of the Yuan Zhen is not afraid.

The woman picked up the storage bag, and the gods swept through the storage bag, and smiled deeply at Ning Fan.

“Daoyou wants to buy a map of Beishuhai. I don’t know what it is for?”

"..."

Ning Fan did not answer the woman's question, but slowly walked to the jade frame and grabbed a jade slip on the jade frame.

That jade is the map of Beishuhai.

The array of light set by the jade frame is the middle-aged array of light, so that the gods of the gods can not easily find the goods on the shelf.

When I saw Ning Fan directly took Yu Jian, the woman was slightly shocked and was about to stop, but suddenly there was an old voice in her ear.

"You don't have to block it. This sub-hidden is so deep that it won't be hurt by the regional level."

Sure enough, as the mysterious old man said, Ning Fan took the map jade directly through the array of lights, turned and walked, and was not hurt by the brilliance!

Just before leaving, Ning Fan suddenly looked up and took a deep look at the upper level of the Wuji Pavilion.

On the first floor of the Wuji Pavilion, all the Lanterns and the old monsters were shocked.

Even if they are stupid, they can also see that Ning Fan is so powerful that even the level of light can not hurt Ning Fan, Ning Fan naturally cannot be a Yuan Ying monk, and it is likely to be a **** of blame!

Some of the previously unscrupulous monks of the Lantern Festival, when they thought that Ning Fan might be a **** of ecstasy, all showed fear and fear, and they dared to play Ning Fan’s idea.

A look that turned back and looked back. On the top floor of the Promise Court, an old man in a brown coat was first glimpsed and then thought deeply.

"What is this child's cultivation? It should have been promoted into the simplification period, but I don't know whether it is a glimpse of a monk, or a vain monk...maybe, higher..."

"There is a strong sigh of breath on this child... but this seems to have been damaged. It is a pity..."

"On top of this, there is a trace of ancient atmosphere, which should be engraved with ancient runes. I don't know if the shards of this son are not for sale..."

The old man of the brown coat flew, and Russia made a decision, and the first layer of the woman sang a few words.

Immediately, the woman rushed before Ning Fan left. Hurrying to catch up with a few steps, paying for Ning Fan,

“Daoyou stayed, my host asked the friends to go to the top floor of the Wuji Pavilion.”

"What is your master?" Ning Fan looked calm and could not see any emotions.

The owner of the Promise Court is just a voyeuristic monk. This kind of cultivation is not enough to pose any threat to Ning Fan. He naturally has no concerns.

Indulge in a moment. Ning Fan yelled at the woman, "leading the way."

He wanted to see if this owner had found out what happened to him.

Ning Fan followed the woman to the top floor of the Wuji Pavilion. All the way along the way, the monks looked at Ning Fan’s building and they all showed a shocking color.

Since the second floor, the monks who came to shop at least have been eccentric.

In the eyes of these gods, Ning Fan is only a monk.

They can hardly imagine a monk who is a peak of Yuan Ying. Why are you qualified to climb the second floor and even climb to the higher level!

"Who is this person! Is he going to the top floor on this road?"

"The top floor! That is the place where the Promise Court hosted the refining of the monk! Is this monk monk, in fact, a singer?"

"Hey! This person seems to be not amazing, will it be a smashing old monster?! This level of the strong, look at the entire North Tree Sea is a male tyrant's arrogant... We must not offend this person! ”

Ning Fan went all the way to the top floor and the woman retired. Ning Fan pushed the door by himself.

On the top floor, there is a minimalist attic, a brown old man sitting on a wicker chair and drinking tea alone.

Behind him. There are eight squatters, each of which is a half-step sculpt!

Seeing Ning Fan come, the old man immediately smiles, take a cup of tea for Ning Fan, and politely, "Day friends please sit. This is the best spirit tea that the old man bought from Zhu Hangguo - Zhuhang Yunwu Tea, with a hundred years of cold spring Brewing, cooking tea with six levels of virtual fire, how do you taste it?"

Ning Fan's gaze sweeps the scorpion, and if he thinks, he immediately removes his gaze and sits on the other side of the wicker chair. He picks up the tea and fines it.

This tea is awesome, tea leaves such as tiny bamboo leaves, the tea inlet will be like a cloud, containing the fragrance of bamboo.

"Good tea."

Ning Fan put down the sheep fat jade cup and looked at the old man in brown.

The old man is also looking at Ning Fan in detail, and slightly dispels the thoughts of God, trying to perceive the specific cultivation of Ning Fan.

It’s just that God’s mind touches Ning Fan’s body, and immediately it’s like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace, and can’t see the depth of Ning Fan.

The old man’s eyes are shocked. He is a glimpse of the imaginary monk. The gods are not weak in the voyeurism, but they can’t find any details.

"The breath of this child is good and restrained! This child is not a glimpse of the monk, can not offend!"

The old man raised a bit of jealousy on Ning Fan and was very interested in the scent of Ning Fan.

He was silent, and Ning Fan laughed and said nothing.

After a while, the old man in brown clothes took back the mind and gave a gift to Ning Fan.

"The old man Guanghanzi is the master of the city of the Great Cold City. It is also the owner of the Promise. The old man asked himself to make a great deal in the North Tree Sea, but he saw some friends in the sea. I don't know the name of the friend."

"Lubei." Ning Fan smiled and took a cup of tea.

This time he secretly sneaked into the tree world and should not reveal his identity. With his reputation in the rain world, there are many people who have heard of the name of Su Yihou.

Ning Fan, Zhou Ming... These two names are closely related to the identity of Su Yi Hou and should not be used.

If you know that the sneak sneak into the tree world, there may be people who suspect that he is not doing anything wrong with the tree world.

Between the nine worlds, the management of the interface is very strict, that is, the Neihuang sent people into the rain to kill people, they all need to spend a murder order, and only one kill one person...

Ning Fan is not conceited to expose the identity of the rainy world, and is the only three kings in the tree world.

"It turned out to be a land friend, disrespectful!" Guang Hanzi was laughing, but his heart was very weird.

The name Lubei is very strange, not a North Shuhai monk.

He secretly wondered, is the young man in front of him a tree monk from other trees?

The mind is a collection, the Guang Hanzi and then Ning Fan chilled a few words, Ning Fan is also not a slow answer.

During the conversation between the two people, the time passed a little, and Guang Hanzi’s forehead, he felt that it was time to cut into the subject.

"The old man feels a sigh of sigh from the friend of the road. It is very strong and very strong. It must be engraved with ancient runes. It is a pity that according to the old man's perception, this is already ruined. It is a pity." I exchanged some shards with my friends. I don’t know if my friend can promise to answer the old man’s request?"

"puppet?"

Ning Fan’s eyes glanced, and his heart was secretly vigilant.

He was hidden in the body, but the rain emperor could not detect it. Guanghanzi could detect it, and it must be a special secretive method for confrontation.

It is a robbery to commit fire and purple electricity. Even if it is damaged, it has great value.

If Ning Fan leaks something that is second to none, it is mostly to cause some trouble.

This Guanghanzi invited him to come to a narrative. Is it because he wants to beat his shards?

It’s just a matter of thought... This Guang Hanzi seems to be quite proficient in the technique of sputum. I wonder if this person can repair the broken sputum.

Seeing Ning Fan reveals the color of vigilance, Guang Hanzi immediately waved his hands and lost his smile. "Do not misunderstand the Taoist friends. The old man has no plans for the Taoist friends! The old man just wants to see the ancient runes on the shards of Daoyou.. ."

Guanghanzi’s voice just fell, and suddenly there was a loud noise outside the Wuji Pavilion. The entire Guanghan City was plunged into violent shaking.

The loud noise was deafening, and it was the sound of the big cold city defending the city.

Guang Hanzi was shocked and immediately swayed, and took the scorpion out of the Wuji Pavilion.

Ning Fan reveals a thoughtful color, but also shakes himself and rises to the sky.

But seeing the sky above, a young man in black is standing in the air, his face is cold and extreme, and he asks the emptiness to sweep the sky, making countless low-ranking monks in the city of the cold and cold.

"Whoever killed me in the Valley of Flowers, consciously rolled out!"