Looking at Zhao Zilong below, Xiao Fan stopped in the air, and then a slight smile suddenly appeared on his face!
Zhao Zilong's great progress was beyond his expectation and made him very surprised. Originally, Xiao Fan had the intention to cultivate Zhao Zilong. Now Zhao Zilong had proved himself with practical actions, so Xiao Fan was really very happy.
However, after seeing Zhao Zilong, Xiao Fan paused for a moment, and then planned to leave and continue his journey. Because Di Nan's matter was urgent, and Zhao Zilong's matter was not urgent. After solving the matter between Di Nan and the Cui Family, Xiao Fan had plenty of time to find Zhao Zilong again.
Xiao Fan knew the priority of the matter in his heart.
However, as soon as Xiao Fan's figure moved, he immediately stopped again, and then fell down quickly with a silent face.
Because something happened below.
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Below!
"Kill!"
Zhao Zilong looked dignified, and his chubby face was covered with thick sweat. His nerves were tense, and he dared not to be careless at all. He fought fiercely with the two people in front of him.
It had been a while since he entered the cultivation world, but Zhao Zilong still had not fully adapted to fighting and killing. So, even though he was already a Nirvana Realm Fifth Turn cultivator, he was still tied with the two Nirvana Realm Fourth Turn cultivators in front of him, and he was even at a disadvantage.
And this was not his fault. After all, Zhao Zilong was just an ordinary mortal who lived a small life. Most mortals were very uncomfortable with killing at the beginning. Just like Xiao Fan, when he first came to the Central imperial realm, he was also extremely uncomfortable with killing. Even after his first killing, he vomited for a long time with a pale face, and then he recovered.
Zhao Zilong was the same, but now he had passed the initial uncomfortable period, and was in the period of accumulating experience by fighting with others. He was seriously lacking in combat experience, so it was understandable that he was tied with someone who was obviously weaker than him.
Suddenly, an accident happened!
"Puff!"
Zhao Zilong only felt a chill on his back, and then a sharp pain in his chest. His whole body convulsed, and then he found that a sharp blade suddenly emerged from his chest.
Behind him, he didn't know when someone had attacked him, and he was caught off guard. As a result, his chest was pierced through by the blade.
"Ahem!"
A great pain suddenly hit him, and Zhao Zilong's vision suddenly turned black. Then his whole body became soft, and he suddenly fell heavily to the ground, powerlessly.
"It's, it's over. I, I'm still not suitable for cultivation!" Zhao Zilong was lying there, and a trace of red blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. His face was bitter, and a ruthless cold blade was chopping in the direction of his head, and then he muttered to himself.
When he had not become a cultivator of Nirvana Realm and was regarded as a mortal, Zhao Zilong's heart yearned for the world and life of cultivators. He had dreamed countless times that he would become a superior cultivator, and then live a happy life. However, when he really entered the world of cultivators, he was shocked to find that the world of cultivators was far from the beautiful world he imagined, but a ruthless world full of the coldest killing and the law of the jungle.
In this ruthless world, if you want to live, you can only move forward, and keep moving forward. Once you stop, once you retreat, what awaits you is the abyss of despair.
"It's just that I failed to live up to your expectations!" Before dying, Zhao Zilong's mind began to wander, and then he thought of Xiao Fan, and suddenly his mouth was full of bitterness, and he whispered to himself in a low voice.
In this life, Zhao Zilong was grateful to his parents, and the other person he was most grateful to was Xiao Fan, because Xiao Fan changed his destiny, allowing him to grow from a humble mortal to a real cultivator.
This kindness was as great as a mountain!
However, now he was going to die, and this kindness could no longer be repaid.
"Goodbye …!" Zhao Zilong closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.
However!
The cold blade that he imagined did not cut off his head. Instead, it was replaced by an inexplicably familiar voice, "Run the mental cultivation method of Bier, stop the bleeding, stop the injury!"
Hearing this voice, Zhao Zilong suddenly opened his eyes, and when he saw who the person in front of him was, he was immediately stunned, and then a trace of unconcealable ecstasy appeared in his eyes.
It was Xiao Fan!
Xiao Fan, who was about to leave, saw that Zhao Zilong was suddenly injured. Seeing that Zhao Zilong was about to die under the cold blade of the enemy, Xiao Fan had no choice but to temporarily stop and save Zhao Zilong.
"My, my Lord!" Zhao Zilong immediately supported his body to stand up, and he shouted excitedly.
"Stop the injury first!" Xiao Fan slapped the two enemies who wanted to sneak attack him from behind, and then he smiled at Zhao Zilong and said.
"Yes!" Zhao Zilong glanced at the enemies who immediately scattered and turned to attack other people. He was relieved, and then he immediately nodded, and began to run the mental cultivation method of Bier that Xiao Fan taught him to heal his injury.
Xiao Fan was able to kill two Nirvana Fifth Cycle enemies with a single slap. As long as one wasn't blind, they would understand how terrifying Xiao Fan was. Naturally, no one dared to attack Xiao Fan. Therefore, a strange scene appeared on the battlefield at this moment.
The two sides fought fiercely there, but there was a large open space in the middle of the battlefield, leaving Xiao Fan standing quietly, and Zhao Zilong sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed to heal his injury.
Xiao Fan glanced around, and then he lost interest and withdrew his gaze, and then he stood there quietly, waiting for Zhao Zilong to stop the bleeding.
Xiao Fan only needed to protect Zhao Zilong, as for the life and death of others, it had nothing to do with Xiao Fan!
"Kill!"
The people on Zhao Zilong's side also saw the scene of Xiao Fan killing two Nirvana Fifth Round enemies with a casual slap. Although Xiao Fan did not help again, their morale suddenly soared, and then they shouted and attacked the enemies with all their strength.
On the other hand, the enemies looked at Xiao Fan with some fear, and their hands unconsciously shrank a little, and their momentum also weakened a little, as if they were afraid that Xiao Fan would suddenly attack and slaughter them.
Under this situation, the original stalemate on the battlefield suddenly began to show signs of victory and defeat. Zhao Zilong's side became braver because they had Xiao Fan to treat them psychologically, and the enemy side also became more and more afraid because of Xiao Fan's presence. Finally, in the roar of retreat, the enemy side left dozens of corpses and fled in panic.
"We won!"
Suddenly, the people on Zhao Zilong's side shouted excitedly. Everyone sat down, and then their sweaty faces were full of joy.
"Thank you, sir, for your help!" At this time, a middle-aged scholar walked over slowly, then he cupped his hands at Xiao Fan and said politely.
"It's okay, I didn't help you with anything!" Xiao Fan nodded and said slightly.
"Sir, you are too polite!" The middle-aged scholar said with a smile, "Because if it weren't for sir here today, I'm afraid all of us would be buried here. Such a great kindness is really unforgettable, please accept my bow!"
After he finished speaking, the middle-aged scholar bowed to Xiao Fan. Xiao Fan didn't express any opinion. He simply nodded his head lightly, indicating that he had accepted it.
"Sir, what is the origin of my disciple? Why did you come specially to save my disciple? "Glancing at Zhao Zilong on the ground, the middle-aged scholar asked with a hint of curiosity.
"He is your disciple?" Xiao Fan raised his eyebrows and said.
"Yes, sir!" At this time, Zhao Zilong had temporarily stopped the bleeding. At the same time, he swallowed an elixir, and his life was no longer in danger. Then he opened his eyes and said to Xiao Fan with some difficulty, "A month ago, I became a disciple of the Mist Cave, and this is my master, Ling Fengzi!"
"Oh!" Xiao Fan immediately understood and nodded.
"Sir, you won't blame me, right?" Zhao Zilong said anxiously.
Zhao Zilong knew very well that he could be where he was today because of Xiao Fan's help, so it could be said that Xiao Fan was his real master. However, he had changed his master. Now, his master and Xiao Fan had met, so he really did not know what Xiao Fan would think.
However, he had no choice but to follow another master, because Xiao Fan only taught him a Spiritual Platform Mental Cultivation Method. On the road of cultivation, it was far from enough to have a cultivation method. One also needed a lot of cultivation resources. However, most of the cultivation resources were almost in the hands of the sects, and it was difficult for Individual Cultivators to get them. Therefore, in order to cultivate, he could only choose to join the Mist Cave.
"It doesn't matter!" Xiao Fan smiled and said, "I also went through the same situation as you, and I understand your helplessness and thoughts. It doesn't matter!"
"Okay!" Zhao Zilong immediately felt relieved and smiled.
The middle-aged scholar, Ling Fengzi, suddenly seemed to understand something at this time, and then nodded and said, "It turns out that Zhao Zilong's cultivation method was taught by you, sir!"
"That's right!" Xiao Fan did not deny it and said.
"Anyway, sir, you have saved our lives, so I wonder if you could do us the honor of coming to our Mist Cave, and then let us hold a banquet to thank you for saving our lives." Ling Fengzi's expression did not change when he heard that Zhao Zilong's cultivation method was taught by Xiao Fan, and then he joined the Mist Cave with his cultivation method. He no longer talked about it, but just smiled and said.
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