Bear Child's Journey Through Ten Thousand Worlds

Chapter 347 Lan Zhan, Wangji, Hanguang-jun!
352 chapter

Seeing Wang Xiaoming standing there blankly without speaking, the two disciples of the Lan family showed a few smug expressions on their faces, thinking that he was messing around outside Yunshen's unknown place, purely a child.

At this time, they had already forgotten how Wang Xiaoming appeared miraculously.

"I have nothing to say, right?" A disciple of the Lan family said lightly, "Leave quickly if you have nothing to say, or we will send you out personally."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoming's sluggish expression slightly subsided, replaced by a sneer as usual, he slowly raised his head to look at a disciple of the Lan family, and said, "Okay, I'll just go in if I don't."

The two disciples of the Lan family snorted coldly, and said: "That's right, seeing you are so young, we don't care about you, go back and find your lord!"

"Two uncles, can you stand behind that door alone?" Wang Xiaoming didn't care about what the two of them said at all, and kept nodding his head, then smiled innocently and pointed at the door later.

Between these gates, there is a restriction, which is an enchantment that protects the Lan family.

"Why?" One asked curiously.

"You go there, I see something there." Wang Xiaoming looked there, with a strange look on his face.

Both of them turned their heads to look behind the gate, thinking that there is an enchantment of the Lan family here, how could there be anything.

But out of caution, one person reached out and touched the arm of the same door next to him, and said, "Go and have a look!"

The other person looked displeased, but turned his head and walked towards the door.

The man walked behind the restriction and could see a looming barrier. He looked around and found nothing, nothing unusual. Looking back, he said, "There is nothing!"

When the man turned his head, Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes of reincarnation, met the man's gaze, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

The person standing in front of Wang Xiaoming said, "Are you delusional?"

However, just as he finished speaking, something happened before his eyes that left him speechless.

He saw that Wang Xiaoming's figure disappeared in an instant, and when a figure appeared again, it was actually the same door who had just walked into the restriction.

He took a step back in fright, and said in horror: "Why are you??"

The man was also a little dizzy, seeing the horror in the eyes of his fellow disciples, he also woke up, he suddenly looked around, and also looked at his position, and saw that behind the restriction, a The white and thin figure had entered at some unknown time.

Wang Xiaoming beckoned to the two of them within the restriction, and said, "I'll come in, thank you two uncles!"

"How dare you." The expressions of the two Lan's disciples changed drastically, they drew out their swords, and rushed in.

Wang Xiaoming watched the two rushing over, his neck shrunk, a golden light flashed in front of his eyes, and he disappeared immediately.

The dazzling golden light made the two of them unable to see clearly what was in front of them. When they opened their eyes, there was no one in front of them!

"No, he cast a sorcerer's spell and got mixed up in the cloud." Seeing that there was no one in front of them, the two looked at each other in a panic.

"Quickly report to Sect Master Lan!" A disciple of the Lan family quickly chased after him.

In the quiet attic, with a forehead between his brows, a handsome man is sitting in a well-behaved manner. He is flipping through the classics, indulging in the ocean of books.

He has fair complexion, delicate outline, cold complexion, and is especially quiet. He is Lan Zhan, the second son of the Gusu Lan Clan, whose name is Wangji, and whose name is Hanguangjun.

Suddenly, a disciple of the Lan family wearing Zongmen costume rushed in, looking a little reckless.

"Second Young Master, it's not good!" He rushed in and said anxiously.

Seeing him flustered and flustered, Lan Zhan frowned slightly, and asked coldly, "Why are you so reckless, what's wrong with it!"

Being reprimanded by Lan Zhan, he lowered his head in fear and dared not speak.

Seeing his anxious look, thinking that something urgent happened, his cold face softened a little, and he asked calmly, "Speak!"

"It's Second Young Master, someone broke into Yunshen I don't know." He said slowly, "He broke in right in front of me."

Lan Zhan's brows that had been stretched just now actually frowned. He picked up the saber that was put aside, stood up gracefully, and said lightly, "Got it, you go down first!"

Seeing that Lan Zhan's expression was very calm, but his face was a bit dignified, this Lan's disciple felt relieved. With the second son of Lan personally taking action, he must be able to find the infiltrator soon.

He responded and withdrew.

Lan Zhan didn't stop, and walked out of the house.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoming is in a jungle where the clouds are deep, where there are green trees and gurgling streams.

A smile appeared on the delicate and immature face. The scenery in the deep clouds, like the Huaguo Mountain, possessed an incomparably refreshing aura.

When Wang Xiaoming was silent in this beautiful scenery, there were many chaotic and anxious footsteps not far away.

Wang Xiaoming's expression moved slightly, even if he didn't open his white eyes, he could know that it was the disciples of the Lan family who were looking for him.

Wang Xiaoming's figure flashed and disappeared in place.

When many disciples of the Lan family rushed over, the rock on which Wang Xiaoming was standing just now had already disappeared.

"It's not here, look for it somewhere, you go over there!" A leading disciple instructed a group of disciples, and they divided into two groups to search.

The disciples of the Lan clan who were looking for Wang Xiaoming were coming and going, and they were hunting aggressively. They searched very carefully, and did not miss any possible corner.

However, Wang Xiaoming stepped on somersault clouds and stood in mid-air, looking down at them with a half-smile.

This time, he didn't use the golden lotus of Wuhun, but somersaulting cloud.

Wang Xiaoming was suspended above their heads, and no one noticed.

Lan Zhan, who was walking slowly, looking for the infiltrator, was holding the saber, with one hand behind his back, looking for him. His indifferent eyes could indeed see very broadly.

Wang Xiaoming drove somersault cloud, moving slowly, in a jungle, found a figure, it was Lan Zhan.

Because of Lan Zhan's strong aura, exquisite clothes and unparalleled handsomeness, it was difficult not to see him.

【Ding!The heat value of the atmosphere of this incident: 100]

Hearing the system's prompt, Wang Xiaoming's expression moved slightly, and he was closer to Lan Zhan, so the mission officially started.

If this is the case, then accompany Wei Hanguang-jun to have a good time.

Lan Zhan searched around, with an indifferent solemnity appearing on his delicate and handsome face. After walking a few steps, he could only hear the sound of the wind blowing the leaves. He didn't know what he had sensed. He just looked at the tree subconsciously. go.

I happened to see a cloud and a figure standing above it.

Lan Zhan's handsome face became even more solemn, thinking that this is flying through the clouds?

Wang Xiaoming also felt a pair of eyes staring at him, so he looked down and saw Lan Zhan's gaze.

His cold gaze did not fluctuate in any way, he just stopped and looked at Wang Xiaoming quietly.

Wang Xiaoming also looked at him quietly.

Looking at each other, after being quiet for a long time, Wang Xiaoming really smiled and beckoned, also with one hand behind his back, the somersault cloud slowly landed in the air less than one meter above the ground, and looked at Lan Zhan .

"You are Lord Hanguang?" Although Wang Xiaoming knew that he should be Lan Zhan, the second son of the Gusu Lan family, he still asked.

Lan Zhan's face was cold, and he looked at Wang Xiaoming indifferently, and said, "Trespassing on the Gusu Lan's family should be severely punished!"

"Hehe." Wang Xiaoming smiled faintly, and said softly, "I'm here to look for you."

"I think you are still young, if you catch me without a fight, I will spare you, and I will send you down the mountain." Lan Zhan said indifferently.

If it were an ordinary person who was not invited to sneak into Yunshen's unknown place, Lan Zhan would not say so many words, and would definitely take action as soon as he saw it, and drive him out of Yunshen's unknown place.

But Lan Zhan looked at the white-clothed child in front of him, he looked very immature, he was still young, so he didn't have to be so strict for the time being.

Wang Xiaoming shook his head and said, "I won't go down the mountain. I'm here to do something. You don't ask my name, but I have to say it to show courtesy."

"My name is Bai Xianjun, my name is Xianjun, and my name is Little Demon King. I'm here to make trouble." Wang Xiaoming saluted Lan Zhan very politely.

This set of movements is not very skillful, it is the same as the movements learned on TV, so he didn't do it immediately.

Lan Zhan stared at Wang Xiaoming with a slightly condensed expression.

The air in the entire forest became frozen, and the air flow surged. The moment Lan Zhan's eyes were fixed, he unsheathed the saber in his hand and flew towards Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming watched Lan Zhan start to strike without any hesitation. When he released the cold sword energy, the Qinglian sword appeared in his hand.

He didn't know where to take out a pot of Tian Zi Xiao, and when the Qinglian sword was tightly held in his hand, he looked up to the sky and took a sip of wine, and said lightly: "A poem, a bucket of wine and a long song, a sword to the end of the world!"

The Qinglian sword was dancing in his hand, the white sword light was spinning, and Lan Zhan was filled with spiritual power and sword energy, and he was rushing towards this direction, but it was gradually weakened by the illusion of the white sword light.

Countless sword shadows flew by, and the surrounding leaves kept falling, leaving deep sword marks on each tree.

This turbulent sword energy is not very sharp and cold, but unusually gentle.

Lan Zhan didn't feel any cold murderous aura under this sword aura.

【Ding!The heat value of the atmosphere of this incident: 4000]

Lan Zhan looked at the sword aura that permeated the surroundings, and swept the sword in his hand. A cold sword aura spread like waves, causing the white sword light around him to disappear instantly.

With a flash of Wang Xiaoming's figure, the blade of Qinglian Sword flashed a gleam of light, passing Lan Zhan's side.

Feeling the oncoming sword energy, Lan Zhan easily dodged it. No matter how much sword skill Wang Xiaoming was using at the moment, he could dodge it.

Wang Xiaoming's sword blade rotated, using his unique swordsmanship [Fragrant Sword Art]

The strange sword light flashed by, and Lan Zhan was afraid of avoiding it, and was barely able to catch the sword move.

Because the person in front of him moved too fast and his swordsmanship was exquisite, so he didn't have much time to think about it.

The blade spins and retreats quickly.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaoming's mouth curled up with an evil charm, and Qinglian Jiansong moved around, turning into countless figures with sword energy, and the sword light flashed around her body.

Lan Zhan tried his best to dodge, and with a flick of his body, he avoided many flashing sword lights.

With a wave of his sleeve, the sound of the piano was melodious, one after another sound of the piano was heard, setting off waves of waves, converging towards Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming casts the magic pen, the sword energy rotates around the body, a white light circle emerges, and any rippling sound waves are blocked out.

hum.
There were bursts of humming sounds, and the entire forest was surging with wind and clouds, and the leaves were constantly falling, being affected by the ripples in the air, and being shaken into dust.

The seemingly gentle impact of the airflow has extremely strong damage.

【Ding!The heat value of the atmosphere of this incident: 5000]

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but smile when he heard the system's prompt, it was more than half a warning.

If you work harder, you can complete the task.

And when the two were fighting, many Lan's disciples had already sensed that someone was fighting here, so they rushed over one after another.

Wang Xiaoming didn't care about these people.

Lan Zhan also didn't watch these people coming, didn't speak, and didn't order everyone to intervene to surround him.

It has to be said that Lan Zhan, as the second son of the Gusu Lan family, still has some abilities. His slender and slender fingers, with white and delicate fingers, twitch the strings, and the melodious sound of the piano carries a seemingly soft, yet full of meaning. A lethal sonic attack attacked Wang Xiaoming.

The sword energy of the magic pen lasted for a limited time, so it was quickly broken by his piano sound, and the fierce ripples and waves rushed over.

Wang Xiaoming didn't have any intention of dodging, the moment he opened the eyes of reincarnation, he switched positions with him at the very moment.

'Ding! With a slight sound, Wang Xiaoming suddenly stood strangely where Lan Zhan was standing just now, and Lan Zhan appeared at the place where Wang Xiaoming was standing.

Therefore, these ferocious piano sounds attacked him.

All the disciples of the Lan clan who didn't intervene at the first moment were stunned when they saw this scene, and waves of waves arose in their hearts.

If the two disciples of the Lan family guarding the gate saw this scene, they would definitely remember that Wang Xiaoming sneaked into Yunshen's unknown place through such a weird swap of positions.

Lan Zhan was also horrified, he didn't understand what happened just now, he just felt the scene in front of him suddenly change, and saw the offensive he released earlier, attacking himself.

He flicked the strings, and a wave of turbulent ripples spread, just blocking the diffuse sound of the piano.

There were bursts of whistling in the air, and then a loud explosion.

Circles of air waves suddenly spread, and Lan Zhan himself was shaken back a few steps, staggering slightly.

(End of this chapter)