[System + Zhetian] Ye Fan, hello

Wen Lang, who touched his face in doubt and asked, was inexplicably cute.But Ye Fan would not be deceived by his current appearance, and exposed the truth that he had bitten him just now, he could only explain vaguely: "Just now a group of people came to look for you, and you didn't wake up. , I accidentally knocked it when I was carrying it while running."

"Knock...a little bit." Wen Lang's expression was a bit indescribable, he touched his face, and still looked at Ye Fan suspiciously.

Ye Fan didn't give him a chance to think about it carefully, pointing to the outside and said: "Those people have left, I want to use purple fire forging, do you want to come together?" His movements were calm, and he didn't look like he had done anything wrong , Wen Lang's suspicious heart was temporarily suppressed.

This incident has passed, and the issues that Wen Lang ignored before clearly came to mind. He grabbed Ye Fan who wanted to escape because of a guilty conscience, and said what he suspected: "Ye Fan, I don't think we should , To be precise, you are being targeted by something."

Ye Fan's expression became serious: "What do you mean?" He was surprised before that he was chased and killed by the Ji family one after another even though he hadn't revealed that he knew the Great Void Technique.Naturally, he would not doubt that this was Wen Lang's tip, he just thought that the Ji family had a special detection method, but now Wen Lang told him that it was done deliberately, how could he not be surprised.

Wen Lang told him about the arrow feathers that suddenly shot at Ji's family after he left that day and the news carried in the arrow feathers.

"You mean someone is targeting me?" Ye Fan quickly realized what he meant.

Wen Lang nodded.He and Ye Fan first came to Beidou, and not long after embarking on the road of cultivating immortals, but they were being followed by others, which gave him a bad feeling.It would be fine if that person just wanted to make the Ji family mess up, but if his goal was on Ye Fan, then it would be intriguing.

"Could it be people from other forces who want to use this to cause chaos in Ji's family?" Ye Fan expressed his guess.

"But I know that the only ones who practiced Great Void Art are the middle-aged man in linen who chased and killed us that day." When they brought Ji Ziyue to be hunted down by a group of people, the only ones who knew that Ye Fan had Great Void Art were those who chased them down. their people.

"Looks like we're going to find the power behind that middle-aged man in sackcloth."

It was easy to say, but since they safely sent Ji Ziyue back to Ji Huina, the middle-aged man in sackcloth had never appeared again, so it was not easy to find him.

The two of them could only rest their minds for a while, and use the purple fire to refine their respective weapons.Before Wen Lang came, Ye Fan's tripod had been sacrificed for a while. Compared with him, Wen Lang's progress might be much slower, but Wen Lang was not worried.Most of the Xuanhuang essence that day was on Ye Fan's cauldron. As for his own painting scroll, only a part of it was contaminated, so it would be easier for his painting scroll to be sacrificed and refined.

One day, two days, three days... The time passed slowly, and the weapons of the two of them had a rough prototype, especially Wen Lang, who had already finished the sacrifice first.The small picture scroll is hidden in the sea of ​​bitterness, and it is still in the state of a scroll, with mysterious purple air surrounding it, ups and downs in the gentle sea of ​​bitterness.

Ye Fan was a step behind Wen Lang, but soon the small cauldron was also sacrificed. Unlike the mystery of Wen Lang's scroll, his small cauldron has no dazzling light, no frightening fluctuations of divine power, only nature and atmosphere.

The tools of the two have begun to take shape, Ye Fan does not intend to sacrifice more, and wants to further improve his cultivation.In order not to have weak legs again, Wen Lang could only practice with him. During this period, Ye Fan found that the closer he was to Wen Lang, the faster his cultivation would grow.With an excuse, Ye Fan pushed forward and clung to Wen Lang and never let go.

Another day of practice was over, and Wen Lang woke up first.Looking at Ye Fan who was next to him, he sighed inwardly.It can't be torn off like brown sugar.But... Seeing Ye Fan's appearance, he fell into a trance.After practicing for this period of time, Ye Fan's height has already caught up with him, and he is no longer the boy who is a head shorter than him.

He was in a trance for too long, and when Ye Fan was refreshed, what he saw was him looking at him bewilderedly.Ye Fan's heart fluttered, but he didn't dare to think that Wen Lang was fascinated by watching him, but he still wanted to take advantage of what he said: "Okay, Wen Lang, you actually became fascinated by watching me, how is it? I found that I was so handsome and handsome."

Wen Lang couldn't understand his complacency, so he sneered and hit him: "The handsome is as extraordinary as Jiang Yifei, the peerless as Hua Yunfei, and the temperament is as refined as Ji Haoyue." He sized Ye Fan up, but didn't say anything after that. But the meaning inside is that both of them understand.

Ye Fan stabbed three swords in a row, but he still had to smile to show that he didn't care, but he just kept these three people in his heart.

Wen Lang didn't care about his wounded heart, and continued to insert the knife: "Fresh snow lotus is like Weiwei, smart and cute like Ziyue, and flawless like Yan Ruyu. So, Ye Fan, why are you so big-faced?" After he finished speaking, he really went up to talk He pulled Ye Fan's face to see if it was really as big as he said.

Three more swords were stabbed into Ye Fan's body, and finally he couldn't keep the smile on his face. Remembering the names of these six people in his heart, Ye Fan directly touched Wen Lang's face.

"Why is your mouth so poisonous, let me see what it is made of?" After speaking, he touched Wen Lang's lips.

The touch between hands and lips made both of them startled slightly.Wen Lang blushed, stretched out his hand to open Ye Fan's hand, and turned his head not to look at Ye Fan's current appearance.

Ye Fan, who was behind him, looked at his slightly wet fingers, was stunned for a while, and then showed a smirk: "Wen Lang, your saliva is sticking to my fingers."

"Shut up." Wen Lang stopped angrily.Obviously normal words, when Ye Fan uttered them, there was a hint of lust.

"Actually, you don't have to pay too much attention..." Ye Fan pulled back a round, feeling complacent, and wanted to say a few words, but Wen Lang slammed his mouth shut.

"Don't make noise, there's someone." Wen Lang and Ye Fan looked at each other, then hid themselves and went to the fourth floor of the fire area.

A middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged on a boulder, motionless. In front of him, there was an ancient pagoda that was half a person's height ups and downs. The ancient pagoda was slowly deforming amidst the black and gleaming flames.

"It must be him. Even though he is dressed in black, his weapon can't fool anyone." This middle-aged man was the middle-aged man in sackcloth who chased and killed them that day.

Wen Lang looked at Ye Fan and found that he was also thoughtful. After the two looked at each other, a plan took shape in their hearts.

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