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Facts have proved that in this world where immortals are everywhere, one cannot survive only by relying on spells and magic weapons.

At this time of life and death, his human instinct saved Luo Fan.

He— squatted down...

So the pheasant essence caught nothing with this attack, and she wanted to continue to attack. Luo Fan shrank his neck, rolled on the spot, and rolled to the back of a stall. He was safe for the time being, and took a little breath. Then he remembered, this Still on the street.

This goblin must have a short-circuited brain. People on the street dare to mess around casually, so they are not afraid of causing trouble for Daji? !At such a tense moment, Luo Fan's mental waves still couldn't be tuned to the same channel as ordinary people, and he was lamenting the correctness of his policy of staying away from the impulsive Nezha.

Pheasant Essence is not a powerful fairy. Looking at Fengshen, Pheasant Essence can only know so many small spells, not even a magic weapon. If Yang Jian is in human form at this moment, there is no need to be afraid of her!

Uh... Where's Yang Jian?

Luo Fan looked at the empty shoulder, and touched two more tentacles in disbelief. The tentacles were still empty, and his mind suddenly became empty: He lost his nephew Yang Jian? !

Could it be that he didn't catch up and fell off the road when he just rolled?

Luo Fan had no choice but to poke out half of his head from behind the stall in the face of great danger, squinting his eyes and looking for the shadow of Xiaoying on the ground.

He didn't see anything, the originally bustling crowd on the street was gone, and the street was empty, so he could only look further away.

Where is the black hawk in the field of vision?

At the end of the line of sight, under the golden sunset, Yang Jian stood opposite to the pheasant spirit. The white Taoist robe seemed to be dyed with golden light, which was too dazzling. He squinted slightly and looked at the pheasant spirit in front of him, with a calm and gentle expression Her smile seemed to never disappear, the faint curvature, but it was hard to tell whether it was humility or conceit, looking from a distance, it was full of restrained aloofness.

Luo Fan stood there in a daze, and the figure in front of him seemed to overlap with Zhenjun Erlang in his impression, cold and aloof, holding a three-pointed and two-edged halberd, and a silver armor that seemed to compete with the sun and the moon.

"Yang Jian..." Luo Fan murmured unconsciously.

Yang Jian seemed to have heard it, and turned his head to look at him, but he turned back quickly without saying a word.

Luo Fan instantly felt a sense of peace of mind, but after the peace of mind, there was deep anxiety and longing, as if there was magma surging in his empty heart, hot, anxious, a kind of thirst for power, he no longer remembered When was the first time I felt this way, 17 years old?still?

At that time, his sister had just passed away, and the old man took the little boy to live with him. From then on, he felt a sense of crisis, which urged him to constantly absorb knowledge and strength until he held Only then did the authority slowly recover.

He was supposed to be calm, and in fact he was, even in the world of conferred gods. He had already obtained all the things he wanted in the previous life, but in this life, he seemed to be dozens of years old suddenly, and he couldn't do anything. Ignite his enthusiasm—although those strange spells are interesting, they are nothing new to Luo Fan who is used to modern technology. After all, he has a kind of "learn slowly if you can learn it, and let it go if you can't learn it." mentality.

Now, that desire rekindled in his heart again, so violent that it seemed to burn him to ashes.

His heart began to beat violently, and when he saw Yang Jian, it hurt his chest.

Pheasant Jing stood opposite Yang Jian, not too far away and not too close. She recalled just now, when she shot Luo Fan for the second time, this man who could still be called a boy suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. It was easy to block her offensive.

She had to stop and looked at Yang Jian carefully.

The first feeling is that this person is very powerful, and then the handsome face is what catches the eye, and the last thing I notice is that he is still young, even half a head shorter than her in height, but he doesn't look like that at all. Weak and timid.

She pursed her lips, and suddenly burst into a coquettish smile, and her standing posture also became enchanting and charming, swaying slightly against the wind, as if she could fall down at any time, she chuckled and said, "This little Taoist priest looks like a But really handsome, I don’t know if you’ve ever seen a fairie more beautiful than this slave?”

Yang Jian didn't look sideways, and smiled lightly, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Pheasant Jingxiu frowned slightly, and her inadvertent action made her feel more and more pitiful. She said a little aggrieved: "Why don't you talk, the smooth-tongued little Taoist just now is much more lovable."

The so-called glib Luo Fan finally moved his eyes away from Yang Jian reluctantly after hearing the words, and turned to Pheasant Jing. He saw her delicate and charming posture at a glance, and his eyelids twitched instantly. How dare you use a beauty trick!

Luo Fan worriedly turned his eyes back to Yang Jian again, and prayed silently: Nephew Yang Jian, you must hold on!

Of course Yang Jian couldn't hear Luo Fan's prayers, but he perfectly met Luo Fan's expectations with practical actions.

He rushed to Pheasant Jing in two or three steps, and a spear appeared in his hand while he was running, and he stabbed head-on.

Panicked, the pheasant spirit suddenly turned into a black cloud of smoke and hovered into the sky.

At this time, Yang Jian didn't know the skill of driving the clouds, and he didn't have the magic weapon to assist him, so he could only stop, with a calm expression on his face, holding the gun and looking up at the goblin in the sky.

The figure of the woman gradually appeared behind the black clouds. She looked down at Yang Jian and Luo Fan who were standing on the ground, smiled beautifully, and said happily: "The two little Taoist priests are so special, I like them so much, but what happened today? , had to leave."

After all, she hid behind the dark clouds again, and drifted back to the direction of the palace in the blink of an eye.

Luo Fan stood up, walked towards Yang Jian, patted Yang Jian on the shoulder, and praised: "My nephew's marksmanship is really good!"

Yang Jian couldn't help laughing, "It's just one trick, and the little master can see how powerful it is?"

Luo Fan also laughed, and replied: "I can't see it, but I can see that the goblin is scared."

Yang Jian smiled without saying a word, and put away the spear casually.

Luo Fan suppressed his smile, and suddenly said in a serious manner: "However, nephew, there is one thing that I really don't understand. I wonder if nephew can explain it for me?"

Yang Jian's heart was full of alarm bells, but he didn't show it on his face. He said modestly: "Master, please tell me, I will do my best."

"Nephew said a few days ago that he couldn't change back, and I was very anxious. I don't know why today, how could he change back suddenly?" Luo Fan squinted his eyes, and his tone was quite dangerous.

He was actually very depressed, don't be tricked by Yang Jian, right?

Yang Jian straightened his face and said with admiration: "Master once said that the more critical the time, the more potential people can be stimulated. Now it seems that this statement is true!"

This statement is true, but I suspect that your words are too false!From Luo Fan's point of view, such lucky things as not being able to change back suddenly and being able to change back suddenly in critical moments are unlikely to happen to Yang Jian, who is cautious by nature. After thinking about it, he still has a feeling of being tricked...

Luo Fan looked at Yang Jian resentfully, wanting to ask him: Why do you want to do this?Could it be that the scenery seen standing on my shoulder is particularly beautiful?Could it be that I enjoy bathing you and tearing off two feathers by accident every day?

Yang Jian frowned, looked straight at Luo Fan with sincere and upright eyes, and said, "Don't you believe me?"

Luo Fan choked, sighed, and said weakly: "...I believe it."

Luo Fan's appearance at the moment was a bit begging for petting, so Yang Jian reached out and touched his head very cooperatively, and almost said "Good boy, tiger touch".

Luo Fan patted his paw angrily, and said, "Forget it, let's leave the city before it gets dark."

Yang Jian asked suspiciously, "Young master, don't you want to visit Chaoge anymore?"

"...Chaoge is too dangerous, just walk around in another place, and we will go back to Kunlun Mountain after Brother Yun Zhongzi is gone in a few days." Luo Fan didn't want to go sightseeing anymore, he wanted to The enthusiasm for practicing and learning magic is unprecedentedly high, and I wish I could go back to Kunlun Mountain for retreat immediately, but there is still a cloud neutron on the mountain, so I have to wait.

Yang Jian also nodded. His enthusiasm for cultivation has never been extinguished. If it weren't for Yun Zhongzi, he would not have easily followed Luo Fan down the mountain. An indelible nightmare in the hearts of the disciples.

Yang Jian thought for a while, and suggested: "Why don't you go to Chentangguan, I heard that Master Taiyi took an apprentice there a few years ago, since you are free now, why don't you go and have a look?"