The ancestor who survived the tribulation was reborn and went to college

When Beibing was shocked, his body was penetrated by the power of thunder, making a deafening roar.

The dragon's form instantly disintegrated, Beibing's figure shook, and a stream of blood spurted out.

Zhang Fan chased after him, the sword in his hand flashed, and he launched a final fatal blow to Beibei.

However, at this moment, a cunning look flashed in Beifang Bing's eyes, and he suddenly turned into a sheet of ice mist and drifted away, avoiding Zhang Fan's fatal blow.

Zhang Fan slashed through the air with his sword, leaving only the sound of the cold wind.

Suddenly, Zhang Fan stopped, and the sword in his hand emitted a strong light.

In an instant, the entire battlefield fell silent. Beibing stared at Zhang Fan warily, feeling a powerful and ancient surge of energy.

"What kind of spell is this?" Bei Bing's heart trembled.

Zhang Fan smiled and said: "This is an ancient forbidden technique. You can also use it as a formation. You have to be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Fan's figure disappeared from the spot, leaving only a space filled with golden light.

Beibing looked around alertly, but felt a strange energy approaching.

The next moment, Zhang Fan suddenly appeared behind Bei Bei Bing. The sword in his hand burst out with powerful power and went straight to Bei Bei Bing's heart.

Beibing's pupils shrank. He wanted to dodge, but found that he couldn't move, as if he was restrained by an invisible force.

"This is..." Bei Bing was shocked.

Zhang Fan said lightly: "This is the time and space confinement formation. No matter how powerful you are, you cannot escape."

With a loud noise, Zhang Fan's sword hilt hit Bei Bing's heart, and a powerful energy instantly spread throughout Bei Bing's body.

Her whole body tightened, and the violent strength instantly subsided.

Zhang Fan put away the flying sword in his hand, took a deep breath, and the faint smile on his face became more calm.

"You lost." Zhang Fan said calmly, releasing Beibing Bing from his confinement.

Zhang Fan then walked up to Beifang Bing and bowed respectfully: "Leader of the Northern Forces, I am Zhang Fan. I am indeed a disciple of the Northern Forces. He has no ill intentions towards the Northern Forces with his hidden cultivation, and he has helped the Northern Forces many times. I also joined forces with you while masked."

Bei Bing's brows frowned slightly. She recalled the various dangers on her way to becoming an immortal, but she couldn't find him. "The mysterious masked man?" She whispered to herself, trying to find clues from the depths of her memory.

Zhang Fan said slowly, "Yes, I am indeed the unmasked mysterious person who helped you in your difficult moment. The leader of the north still remembers the seal of the Houshan Abyss a few days ago."

Beifang Bing was slightly startled. The abyss in the back mountain was sealed. The mysterious masked man appeared in the back mountain and helped her get out of danger. He also saved the northern forces from civil strife with Zhang Fan's reminder.

"Were you the savior that time?" Beibing's confusion gradually turned into surprise. She didn't expect that this immortal cultivator was the one who saved her at that time.

Beibing thought of the mysterious masked man he had met in the back mountain. At that time, she was caught in a dangerous situation, and the appearance of the mysterious man was like a glimmer of hope, resolving her troubles.

"That's right, and I was the one who repelled the beast tide." Zhang Fan nodded.

Beifang Bing couldn't help being surprised, but soon a feeling of gratitude surged in her heart. She bowed deeply to Zhang Fan: "Thank you for your life-saving grace, and for repelling the beast tide and saving the people of our northern continent, no matter who you are , I can’t thank you enough for this alone.”

Zhang Fan waved his hand, indicating that Beibing didn't need to be too polite.

Northern Bing enthusiastically invited Zhang Fan to the sect hall, and the door to the Northern Powers slowly opened. The cold wind was biting, but there was a strong smell of fire.

"Zhang Fan, thank you for your help to the northern forces many times." Beifang Bing said warmly and kindly.

Zhang Fan smiled and bowed, feeling the enthusiasm and vitality of the northern forces. The hall is filled with a strange atmosphere, where the power of fire and ice meet, forming a unique harmony.

Beibing enthusiastically acted as Zhang Fan's guide, and Beibing led Zhang Fan on the road to the blessed land of immortality.

Although it is cold in the north, the sect is surrounded by green trees and the fragrance of flowers fills the air. Northern Ice introduces various resources for cultivating immortals and shows the beauty and magic of this land.

"This is our medicine garden, where we have cultivated many precious elixirs." Beibing said, pointing to an area covered with herbs. Zhang Fan looked at the vibrant plants.

Then, they came to the monk's residence, where there were simple caves and quiet paths.

Zhang Fan had lived in these caves before, and he could feel the tranquility and peace here.

Then, Beibing led Zhang Fan to the tower. This towering building showed the majesty and majesty of the sect.

"This is the symbol of our sect, and it is also the sect's treasure house of knowledge. It contains a collection of various techniques." Beibing said.

They climbed the tower and looked into the distance. Bei Bing pointed to the mountains in the distance, "That is the boundary of our sect, and the endless path of cultivation extends there."

Under Bei Bing's guidance, Zhang Fan experienced the infinite charm of this blessed land for cultivating immortals.

He learned more about the mysteries of the small world of cultivation, and felt the warmth and tolerance of the sect again.

At sunset, they quietly left the tower and strolled on the road back to the sect. The northern ice looked at the sky, the breeze blew, and the stars lit up the night sky.

He took him to visit every corner of the sect, the towers towering into the clouds, and the endless paradise for cultivating immortals.

Zhang Fan was impressed by the profound foundation of the northern forces.

During the dinner, Beifang Bing warmly invited many Nascent Soul stage elders from the northern forces and introduced them to Zhang Fan enthusiastically. All kinds of fine wines were fragrant, and in the warm atmosphere, Beifang Bing enthusiastically toasted a glass of wine in person.

Zhang Fan also took this opportunity to ask Hua Guorong, the president of the Huaguo Martial Arts Association, to restore his cultivation to the Nascent Soul stage and get acquainted with everyone in the northern force again. Hua Guorong also officially became one of the elders of the northern force.

At the banquet, Beifang Bing talked with Zhang Fan enthusiastically. The two talked freely about the way of cultivation and shared their experiences with each other.

Beibing was amazed by Zhang Fan's cultivation, and Zhang Fan was also shocked by the style of Beibing's female ruler.

At the end of the banquet, Beifang Bing's passionate eyes revealed sincerity: "Zhang Fan, I know you are an immortal cultivator with great ambitions, and the northern forces need talents like you.

We are willing to invite you to serve as the supreme elder of our northern power. Are you willing? "

Zhang Fan hid his cultivation and joined the northern forces. There was a cause and effect, and Zhang Fan did not refuse.

Zhang Fan smiled and nodded, "The Northern Force is a major sect in the world of cultivating immortals. I feel very honored to receive this invitation. I am willing to serve as the Supreme Elder and contribute my part to the Northern Force."