Zhou Fan and the others walked very smoothly on the next journey, and even some of the legendary thieves did not see a single hair.

However, some little thieves fed Yuan Tu and became closer to being promoted to Lingbao.

"Uncle, when will we arrive in Kunlun?" The little guy lay in Zhou Fan's arms, rubbed his eyes, a little listless.

"It's soon, it's soon..." Zhou Fan turned around and urged, "Uncle Master, are you okay?"

"Boy, uncle, I am not a master of weapon refining. You can do it?" Yu Jingcheng fiddled with the weapon refining catalog and stared at Zhou Fan with a beard and stared at him, just about to do it directly.

"If I had the cultivation level of your body, I would definitely be able to do it." Zhou Fan secretly complained in his heart.

The spaceship Zhou Fan and his team are currently riding at the highest level of Zhou Fan’s refining weapon. If you want to improve it, you have to improve your cultivation.

You must also have to have cultivation to refine weapons, especially when refining magic weapons and spiritual treasures, if you don’t have cultivation, you can’t even escape the furnace, let alone the sun’s true fire, the Taiyin true fire, the Yanchi star fire... If you don’t have a certain cultivation level, how can you control it? Is it courage?

"Xiao Xuanxuan, don't be anxious. Grandpa Yu promises that you will definitely get to Kunlun quickly." Yu Jingcheng said to the little guy kindly.

In order to allow Xiaoxuan to arrive in Kunlun early, Yu Jingcheng also tried his best.

But refining weapons is really a big problem for him. Maybe his talent for refining weapons is really zero.

So far, he can't even refine one of the magic weapons of the Immortal Yin, and he has really wasted such good spiritual materials.

As for those magical tools, Zhou Fan just wanted to laugh. It was not worth a fraction of the spiritual material, and this was not considered a waste of refining.

"Uncle Master, why don't you... you'd better take Xiaoxuan to Kunlun first, disciple..." Zhou Fan really couldn't bear to waste Yu Jingcheng's spiritual materials any more.

And his spaceship has been dismantled by Yu Jingcheng to slow down for several gears. If you continue to do this, Zhou Fan feels that Kunlun is far away for him.

"Shut up, do you want me to break my promise to Xiaoxuan? Or do you think I am not as good as you in refining weapons?" Yu Jingcheng looked at Zhou Fan with a 'bad expression'.

I think Yu Jingcheng was spitting and nailing in the world of cultivation. He said that he would speed up the spaceship, so he would never cheat by moving the space, and he would never cheat.

Isn't it just a weapon refining, spiritual materials plus spiritual fire, he doesn't believe it. As he is about to enter the realm of Hedao, he can't refine a spaceship better than this stinky brat.

Just looking at the patterns of the ghost painting talisman, Yu Jingcheng's head was so big that he kept stealing from the head... coughing... and taking the Wunianquan who walked away.

Wunianquan, a rare treasure that practices and enlightens the Tao, was used extravagantly by Yu Jingcheng to add some points to his talent for refining weapons.

After Wu Nianquan took it, Yu Jingcheng looked at the ghost painting talismans in the catalogue and felt that it was not so painful, and even felt it was a little simple.

If I had known that Wu Nianquan was so useful, I wouldn't have to roll my eyes so much. Yu Jingcheng said in his heart "hate".

Looking at Yu Jingcheng's "focusing on" and "focusing on" looking through the weapon refining catalog, Zhou Fan curled his lips and pretended!

"Uncle, another little bad guy is here." The little guy lying in Zhou Fan's arms stretched out his chubby little hand and pointed at a talisman that emitted yellow light, mostly light yellow.

"Be good to Xiaoxuan, listen to my uncle, close your eyes. My uncle told you to break away before you break away. OK?"

The scenes later are a bit bloody and are not suitable for children to see.

"Yeah!" the little guy responded crisply, closing his eyes.

Not long after, dozens of streams of light rushed over.

"Stop, don't you know that this is the territory of Zishuang Mountain? No matter who it is, as long as you pass by here, those in the sky and those on the ground have to pay the toll..." A stream of light stopped, revealing a figure, shouting.

Do you care about the sky and the earth?

"Yuan Tu!" Zhou Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense to these minions and shouted softly.

There are always some people who don’t know each other and don’t recognize him as his blood-slaughtering big boss’ spaceship... emmm... It seems that he has been harmed by an old man without any recognition.

I said why are there so many people who are not eye-catching recently? So that's how it is.

"Chorus~~~"

A blood-colored flying sword surrounded Zhou Fan,

"Go!" Zhou Fan waved.

As soon as Yuan Tu came out, such an iconic flying sword was immediately recognized.

"Yuan Tu!!!"

"Then he..."

"It's blood slaughter, run away."

Unfortunately, it was already a little too late to wake up.

Under Yuan Tu, none of these golden elixir slags ran away and were all used as fertilizer for Yuan Tu.

Cast a small rain spell to flush out the rich bloody smell.

"Xiaoxuan, you can break away." Zhou Fan signaled that the little guy could open his eyes.

"Has the little bad guy been beaten away by his uncle?" The little guy stared with big eyes.

"Well, they were all beaten away by my uncle." Zhou Fan said with a smile.

"Master Taoist, Xiaofan, Xiaoxuan, have dinner." Zhou Ping's voice came.

"Let's go, Xiaoxuan, let's have a meal. Grandma has made your favorite Chixia Pigeon Soup today!"

Upon hearing this, the little guy was shocked and stood up from Zhou Fan's arms, and charged towards the dining table with his short legs.

"Squeak~~~"

Zhou Fan widened his eyes and watched the little guy's small body complete a beautiful emergency drift, twisting the direction, and heading towards Yu Jingcheng's "burying his head and studying hard".

"Grandpa Yu, it's time to eat. Today I have Chixia Pigeon Soup!" The little guy grabbed Yu Jingcheng's sleeve.

"Well, Xiaoxuan is so filial." Yu Jingcheng held the little guy and gave Zhou Fan a proud look.

Zhou Fan twitched his mouth slightly and turned his head away, too lazy to see the old man's proud look.

When you use up all the spiritual materials, it depends on what you are more proud of, Zhou Fan thought in his heart.

...

The meal was finished soon.

"Uncle Master, do you really want this?" Zhou Fan looked sad.

"Um."

"Can you not do this?" Zhou Fan looked desolate.

"no."

"Uncle Master, you have to think clearly!" Zhou Fan looked desperate.

"I have considered it very clearly. But you also have to consider how much difference in the cultivation level between us." Yu Jingcheng's face was expressionless.

"Uncle Master, please." Zhou Fansheng had no hope of loving face.

"Don't worry, I'm already 100% sure. This time, I will succeed." Yu Jingcheng said confidently, but the terrible ragged spaceship behind him, the runes on the hull flashed, as if silently protesting something.

"Xiaofan, Taoist priest..." Zhou looked worried, feeling that his son's uncle only realized that it was a bit unreliable today.

"Mom, don't worry, my son has such a ship in his hand." Zhou Fan whispered, just a pity that his ship was all Yuanshi.

"Hu..." Zhou felt relieved, his son was still reliable.

"Wow, uncle, look." The little guy's surprised voice came.

Zhou Fan looked up, but this time he could no longer move.
Chapter completed!