Xuan Lei Realm.

In the Chiyun Mountain Hall, there was silence because of the word "Zhou Fan".

moment……

"What are you afraid of? You are just a person who can't even protect your wife. If you haven't appeared in the past fifty years, you might be useless!"

"What's more, Chisong is not a human race. Zhou Fan may have forgotten him as a disciple of the demon race!"

"If it were Yuxu..."

"Okay, don't argue anymore. It's time for our tribe to expand its territory. Let's start with the spiritual gate of the Thousand Islands!" A figure surrounded by terrifying black flames said calmly.

"Class leader, this..."

"Okay, my demon clan is not the only one, Turtle Master. Yuxu can't even take care of me. Everyone goes down to prepare and bring them all. Only by experiencing the baptism of war can we grow further."

"yes!"

Then a series of commands were conveyed from Chiyun Mountain to the endless mountains in the south.

"Roar~~roar~~"

Suddenly, demonic auras surged into the sky, and there were constant roars.

...

Thousand Islands.

With Zong Jirou's guidance, Zhou Fan and the two of them soon arrived at the Central Island.

"Senior Sister Zong, Junior Brother Bi, you are still alive... No, why are you still alive... Uh... Not..." A disciple of the Lingmen discovered them and flew over. After seeing Zong Jirou and Bi Yuanliang, he looked excited and even a little incoherent.

"You kid, are you just hoping that I will die?!" Zong Jirou rolled her eyes.

"No... or... well, welcome home! Senior Sister Zong! Junior Brother Bi!" The young Lingmen disciple wiped away the tears of excitement in the corners of his eyes and said with a smile.

"This is..." The young Lingmen disciple looked at Zhou Fan and said in confusion.

"This senior is a teacher's friend." Zong Jirou said the words he had thought of long ago.

"So it's Elder Chisong's friend." The young Lingmen disciple bowed respectfully to Zhou Fan.

"Sister Zong, I still have to continue patrolling, so I can't accompany you."

"Yeah, go."

Entering the central island, under Zong Jirou's leadership, he came to a building complex half-covered by pine trees.

"Ask Jiange!" Zhou Fan said slowly.

"These three words were written by the teacher himself, and they contained a trace of sword intent of the teacher. If anyone could understand it, they could also understand a sword technique!" Zong Jirou introduced with a flying expression.

"Since my Lingmen opened a sect, no disciple has ever understood these three words!"

"Yeah, that's not bad." Zhou Fan nodded.

...

Just as Zhou Fan entered the central island, he asked about a courtyard in Jiange.

A young man sitting cross-legged on the cushion and flying sword pillowed on his knees suddenly opened his eyes, and looked outside excitedly, and he felt a familiar aura.

"Swoosh~~"

A golden light passed by the Wenjian Pavilion, alarming the entire Wenjian Pavilion. Even the area adjacent to Wenjian Pavilion was alarmed and gradually spread throughout the central island. Many senior Lingmen leaders turned their attention here.

"Is this... Elder Chisong's golden light in the ground?"

“What the hell happened?”

"It seems like the girl Zong is back, but it's not right. Even if it's the girl Zong, Elder Chisong doesn't have to be so excited?"

Soon, under the gaze of the senior members of the Lingmen, the golden light came to the main entrance of Wenjian Pavilion.

"Well? Is the person next to Zong Yatou a friend of Elder Chisong? Is it because of him?"

On the other side...

"Master!"

Seeing Chisong, Zong Jirou shouted.

Chisong Zhi nodded, his body trembled, his steps were slow, and his eyes were red, looking at Zong Jirou... Zhou Fan beside him.

"Plop!"

He slowly walked to Zhou Fan, Chisong fell to the ground, his voice choked, "Chipong, pay homage to Master!"

"Elder Chisong's master?? Isn't that..." All the senior leaders of the Lingmen looked at Zhou Fan with horror.

Zong Jirou was not relieved at this time, and the reversal was too fast. In the blink of an eye, the mysterious person who saved her became her master.

"Chimong, long time no see!" Zhou Fan smiled, with a hint of relief.

With a slight blinking in her sleeves, an invisible force helped Chi Song up.

"Master, please follow me in." Chi Songlian said respectfully.

"Okay!" Zhou Fan nodded slightly, glanced at the void with his eyes faintly, and shook his head slightly and said.

"It's all because of the disciples, which made the noise a little louder." Chisong also sensed the gazes in the void and said with a wry smile.

"No obstacle." Zhou Fan shook his head and smiled, accompanied by Chisong, walked into Wenjian Pavilion.

"Master."

The disciples of the Lingmen in the Sword Pavilion bowed slightly. They all practiced Chisong's sword formation technique. Although Chisong did not accept them as disciples, the respect they should have was naturally indispensable. Zong Jirou and Biyuanliang, who followed behind him, also bowed slightly.

"Let's go." Zhou Fan's eyes swept over and said calmly.

"yes."

Chisong nodded and took Zhou Fan to the depths.

After the figures of Zhou Fan and Chisong were completely unaware, the disciples of the Lingmen sect made the two of Zong Jirou and others scattered.

"Sister Zong, you are actually alive... Well, by the way, how did you meet Master Master?"

"Yes, yes...Sister Zong, tell us!"

"I heard that the teacher's teacher is Zhou Zhenjun, but why do you look a little...sloppy." The man didn't dare to say the last two words, but just said in his heart.

...

In the void...there are a series of divine thoughts talking.

"This is Zhou Zhenjun. Look... why doesn't it look like it?"

"You can't make a mistake, Elder Chisong won't admit it!"

"It seems that the death of Zhenjun's wife has dealt a great blow to him!"

"Everyone, now that Master Zhou has arrived at my spiritual gate, is it possible... to ask him for help?"

"Let's take a look first, what if people just come to see their disciples! Send orders to block the news that Mr. Zhou appears!"

“…”

…………

Ask the depths of Jiange, in a yard.

Zhou Fan and Chi Song sat opposite each other.

"Master drinks tea."

Chisong poured a cup of tea for Zhou Fan and served it with both hands.

Zhou Fan took it and put it down.

"Tell me, why did you get here?"

Over the past fifty years, Zhou Fan has not contacted this disciple with the sect jade tags, and most of them are some problems in cultivation.

If it weren't for this chance that I came to Xuanlei Realm, I wouldn't know that this disciple of my disciple had become an elder of the Spirit Sect here.

"Someone is targeting you? Where is your uncle and the others?" Zhou Fan frowned slightly, his expression a little cold.

Logically speaking, with Lou Yehua and the others taking care of him, Chisong should not have left Kunlun!

"No, my fellow disciples and uncles are very nice to me. Uncle Lu also taught his disciples some of the principles of swordsmanship." Chi Song Lian said.

"It's just that my disciple is quiet and wants to go down the mountain to experience it."
Chapter completed!