Leisurely cultivating life

"Master, ask...ask this...why?" Chi Song blushed and stammered.

"Well, I'm just curious, that's fine, you have nothing to do here, go!" Zhou Fan waved his hand.

"Yes, disciple will leave." Chi Song bowed, secretly relieved, and hurried out of the house.

Watching Chisong's leaving back, Zhou Fan sighed softly.

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Lord of the Endless Mountains of the South—

Wu Heng.

The news of his death was like a meteorite falling from the sky on the lake, causing huge waves in the Xuanlei Realm.

"With one strike, Wu Heng was beheaded. How terrifying is the strength of this Zhou Zhenjun?"

"The sword intent is full of killing and extinction. Just sensing it from a distance can make people feel endless fear. It's extremely terrifying!"

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"Once Wuheng died, he was buried with most of Chiwu Ridge's power. Chiwu Ridge may not last long!"

"It's also because he was too greedy, and wanted to swallow the spirit door in one gulp, but in the end, heh..."

"You can't say that. With Wuheng's half-step forbidden strength, plus half of Chiwuling's strength, it is enough to swallow the spirit gate. It's a pity... I can only say that Wuheng is too unlucky. Fan suddenly appeared."

"Yeah, Zhou Fan really treasures his monster disciple this week. Has he forgotten who killed his wife?"

"Try to talk to him face to face?"

"Uh……"

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"The endless mountains in the south, this is a treasure land..."

"Oh, wake up, no matter how fat the meat is, we can only look at it, and we can't move it. Who dares to move this piece of fat in Chiwuling, compared to the Lingmen!"

"The Spirit Sect has made a lot of money all of a sudden. Counting the Qiandao Domain, half of the Xuanlei Realm has been occupied by it. Hiss..."

"If nothing goes wrong, the number one power in the Xuanlei world will be none other than the Lingmen. Don't forget that there is also an ancestor of the Lingmen, Palm Yi."

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There are endless mountains in the south, Chiyun Mountain.

Zhou Fan looked at the peak and smiled slightly, followed by the disciples and senior officials of the Lingmen.

Because most of Wuheng and Chiwuling's elite had been turned into dust by Zhou Fan's sword.

Therefore, on the way from Qiandao to Chiyun Mountain, Zhou Fan and the others didn't even have a decent resistance, so they went straight to the center of the endless mountains in the south——

Red Cloud Mountain!

"Boom boom boom!!!"

The moment Zhou Fan and others arrived outside Chiyun Mountain, hundreds of beams of light rose from the ground, densely surrounding Chiyun Mountain.

Layers of formations shone brilliantly, forming a mask.

Upon closer inspection, there are countless runes wandering and flowing on the surface of the mask.

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Looking at the Chiyun Mountain surrounded by numerous formations, Zhou Fan's expression was calm.

With a wave of your hand, a sword cut out!

"Clang clang!!!"

The supreme sword intent of Zhan Tian Jedi cut across the sky, and the world seemed to be divided into two parts by this sword.

Like chopping vegetables, the hundreds of beams of light surrounding Chiyun Mountain were cut in two, and then turned into fly ash, floating between the sky and the earth.

"I'll leave it to you." Patting Chisong's shoulder, Zhou Fan then glanced at Patriarch Palm Yi next to him, and his figure disappeared into the sky and the earth.

"Zhenjun went to Leiji Mountain alone, so he really doesn't need my help?" Patriarch Palm Yi said.

"No need, just stay with my silly apprentice." Zhou Fan's voice sounded.

"Your master... seems to know." Patriarch Palm Yi looked at Chisong and said in a daze.

"En." Chisong nodded silently.

"Then when shall we..."

"Palm Yi, I don't have that plan yet, just wait!" Chi Song sighed.

"Chisong, you heartless man, you are going to deny your debt after putting my old lady to sleep, aren't you?" Patriarch Palm Yi held Chisong's collar in a very sturdy hand, and looked at Chisong with an angry face.

Akamatsu: "O__O"

A group of spiritual disciples behind him: "O__O"

"What are you looking at, I've never seen a forced marriage," Patriarch Palmi turned his head and glared at the disciples of the Spirit Sect.

"Hurry up and go up to my old lady to see if there is anything else that slipped through the net!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

A group of Lingmen disciples hurriedly walked towards Chiyun Mountain.

Zhou Fan's sword not only cut through the formation, but also included those inside the formation.

"Okay, there is no one else now, Chisong, what on earth are you..."

"Love." Chi Song said in a deep voice.

"It's just... let's wait, Palm Yi, don't get excited, give me a while, okay?"

"Forgive my selfishness, Palm Yi." Chi Song secretly said in his heart.

As Zhou Fan's disciple, Chi Song could vaguely guess what Zhou Fan was doing these decades.