Urban Madness

"Are you the peak of the Golden Immortal, and basically Zhou Tian's new entry disciple?"

Nan Long was straight to the point, his eyes fixed on Ye Fan, he always felt that he could not see through this disciple.

"It's all fictitious."

Ye Fan was his response to Versailles again, but he was still wary of Nan Long.

Because this person's strength turned out to be the late stage of the Magic Mirror!

"I heard that you worshipped an expert. Who is this expert? I have to visit if I have a chance."

Nan Long took a step forward and confronted Ye Fan.

The Fatty Wang on the side watched this scene and swallowed nervously. He didn't even dare to get out of the atmosphere. All of this seemed a little different from what he had expected.

The two people in front of them seemed to be in a violent posture as soon as they met, and those who didn't know thought they were enemies.

Facing Nan Long's tighter pace, Ye Fan only smiled slightly.

"The great elder is serious. There is nothing to visit. My master and his elder love freedom. He may have already left the barren world and wandered all over the world, so it's hard to be forgiven."

"It turned out to be so."

Nan Long nodded thoughtfully, then patted Ye Fan's shoulder lightly, and spoke earnestly.

"I am optimistic about you, I hope you can go further and look forward to your next performance."

After Nan Long finished speaking, he turned and left, and Fatty Wang hurriedly followed his pace.

"Elder, what's going on? How do I feel that there is a murderous atmosphere between the two of you!"

"It's not murderous, it's telepathy between the strong."

"Uh…"

Fatty Wang scratched his head awkwardly. It's better not to say it. It was not very clear at first, and it was even more confused.

When will Ye Fan be on par with Nan Long?

"Great Elder, isn't he the realm of the Golden Immortal Peak? How can he attract you so much attention?"

"You have to know, don't just judge a person's strength based on his realm. Sometimes the heart and insight are also very important. I have already said this, so I won't say more."

"Etc., etc."

Fatty Wang hurriedly stopped Nan Long and approached him.

"Elder, you also know that after the disciple contest is over, isn't it time to choose the disciple you like? Do you think..."

Fatty Wang was hesitant to speak, but the meaning was already obvious.

Nan Long beside him just shook his head with a wry smile. It seems that this Fatty Wang is quite ambitious, and even Ye Fan wants to be under his command.

"This matter, let's talk about it then, anyway, there will be a while."

After Nan Long simply dealt with a few sentences, he walked away.

"That's a big deal, it's really hard to die."

Fatty Wang kept pacing in place anxiously.

The cultivation resources that I had given to Ye Fan before, but I only stayed thrifty for so many years, isn't it for a better mainland Ye Fan?

But now everything seems to have returned to the original state. Looking at Nan Long's posture, he actually has the idea of ​​accepting disciples, and he has another powerful enemy number one.

…

Time is fleeting, and it is time for the disciples to form a team unconsciously.

Ye Fan, Nan Yu, Tianhuo Cthulhu and others naturally formed a four-person team.

On the training ground, Nan Yu looked at others, then at his team, and shook his head with a wry smile.

The other players are either discussing tactics, or running in as quickly as possible.

As for yourself, good fellow! Tianhuo Cthulhu and Ye Fan, like an old man in old age, lie comfortably on a big rock basking in the sun, not to mention how moisturized they are.

Even the old gentleman Zhou Wenbin didn't care about this kind of practice.

"We... do we want to practice too, at least we have to run in."

"Miss Nan Yu, what are you kidding? Does our team need to run in? Which team can beat us?"

"It won't be enough for you to rest at ease. You don't need to act at that time, the old man can settle them all alone."

The Cthulhu Tianhuo lay his corpse while opening his mouth carelessly, completely disregarding the other team.

"Alright alright."

Nan Yu shook her head helplessly, and continued to meditate cross-legged.

As for lying down, it is impossible. He is only the last half step away from the realm of Heavenly Immortal, so he must make a breakthrough as soon as possible.

…

Northern faction.

Lin Feng, the special envoy sent by Hao Miao Immortal Venerable, took the disciples of Tian Shengzong, vigorously standing on the prairie platform of the Northern Sect, and gave orders to the disciples below.

"All the disciples have heard clearly, they have given me a twelve-point spirit, and practice well. After three days, I will lead you to level the Southern School and unify the entire barren world."

Lin Feng's rumbling voice echoed throughout the northern faction, and the disciples below were whispering.

"What's the matter? How could this not be said by our head teacher, but by his special envoy?"

"What do you know, this is a special envoy sent by Heavenly Sage Sect, and of course his status is not ordinary!"

"Forget it, no matter what he does, as long as we can break through the southern faction this time and unify the entire barren world, isn't this what we have been expecting?"

"Special Envoy Lin, since you have decided to attack the Southern faction in three days, do you also want to summon other forces in the barren world?"

"The strength of the Southern School should not be underestimated. It is better to be cautious."

Nan Dao approached Lin Feng's side and spoke slowly.

Lin Feng still looked nonchalant and waved his hand casually.

"This matter is left to you. You only need to give them an order. As for how they are going to stand in line, that's not what I worry about."

"But if anyone dared to join the Southern faction at the last moment, he wouldn't mind killing them together."

Lin Feng's voice reveals absolute self-confidence all the time. Anyway, behind him is the huge Heavenly Sage Sect. What is a barren world?

As long as Hao Miao Xianzun is willing, he can suppress the entire barren world at will.

"Yes, yes, you said yes."

After dealing with Lin Feng, Nan Dao swept away his previous tense state, and his smile almost couldn't close.

"Come here."

"exist!"

"Send me invitations to all the forces in the barren world except the Southern faction, and they say to invite the bigwigs of the big families to gather together."

The corners of Nan Dao's mouth made a strange curve. In this banquet, he must win over all the forces.