Horror revival: I can see returns

"boom!"

The yin and yang diagram flashed by.

Cut on a rockery.

The terrifying power instantly exploded the rockery.

Gravel splashes.

Crashes are everywhere.

Look at the screen in front of you.

The little Taoist rubbed his already numb face.

God.

He knew that Liangyi Fist was very powerful.

After all, it is the inheritance of Zhenwu Mountain.

But I haven't heard of anyone who can use the yin and yang diagram formed by the fist as a weapon.

Cut lightly.

Just explode the rockery.

Zhuang Layman really practiced Liangyiquan?

Why is it that the same boxing technique produces completely different scenes?

Is it just because he is a human saint?
Is it possible to cheat so recklessly?
The little Taoist was confused.

For the first time, he had doubts about his cultivation talent.

Everyone is human.

But the gap is too big.

Zhuang Fan slowly opened his eyes.

Yin and Yang are flowing in the eyes.

Looking at the rockery that has become a pile of rubble.

Showing a look of satisfaction.

I am worthy of hanging on the wall.

Just watch the little Taoist practicing boxing.

You have entered into a state of epiphany that others can't ask for.

Not only learned Liangyiquan.

He also comprehended the even more awesome Liangyi Zhan!
Heroes of the world.

Who am I!

"Huh? Little Taoist priest, why do you look so ugly?"

Zhuang Fan blinked.

Full of curiosity.

His face was fine just now.

Why are you frowning now, hesitating to speak, as if you are constipated.

"It's okay, Xiaodao is constipated!"

The little Taoist squeezed out a few words between his teeth.

turn around.

Left without looking back.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, his Dao heart would be broken.

"Big brother!"

The little girl rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked out of the room.

"It just so happened that you woke up, and I have a practice method to pass on to you."

Pick up the little girl.

Zhuang Fan pointed at her forehead.

Pass the Nine Yin Reincarnation Jue to the past.

"This is a tailor-made exercise for you. You must work hard to practice and strive to become an empress!"

Withdraw your fingers.

Looking at the little guy whose eyes have regained clarity.

Zhuang Fan said with a smile.

He really seems to have cultivated an empress.

How nice it is to take it out.

"Yeah, my daughter must work hard!"

The little guy nodded his head.

It's like a chicken eating rice.

The yin energy of the surrounding world seemed to be drawn.

come together automatically.

Melt into the little girl's body.

see this.

Zhuang Fan was stunned for a moment.

Is the Nine Yin Body so awesome?

Can you absorb spiritual energy on your own just after you get the cultivation method?

This terrifying ability has surpassed more than [-]% of the awakened ones.

As expected of a physique that has the opportunity to become an empress!
Even the little Taoist who hid in the room stuck out his head.

Staring at the little girl curiously.

He didn't find out until this time.

Although this little guy is a ghost.

But also has a strong physique.

Moreover, it was a physique he had never seen before.

Even, there is no record in the ancient books that I have read.

Such a comparison.

It's like the whole villa.

He's the only one left.

Even that Kung Fu Panda has the strength of Guanxiang Realm.

Much stronger than him.

Heartbreak!

Crushed and crumbled!

Think of him as a dignified true Wushan Daozi.

On the outside, it is also one of the best geniuses.

revered.

Worshiped as a faith by many Awakened.

But since meeting Zhuang Fan, everything has changed.

Even his most confident talent in cultivation could no longer be displayed.

Hit everywhere.

That is to say, his Dao heart is as firm as a rock.

Not autistic.

You can also eat and drink happily in the villa.

Now he remembered Taoist Youxuan's instructions again.

As long as you have a good relationship with Zhuang Fan, there is only good for him and Zhenwu Mountain, and there is no harm.

All benefits and no harm!
"Little Taoist priest, do you want to go out for breakfast together? I know a breakfast restaurant that makes steamed buns!"

Zhuang Fan asked.

"No, Xiaodao will go to the Dragon Guardian Division later."

The little Taoist shook his head and refused.

Su Cheng has just experienced the beast tide.

Although the Red Underworld Ghost King was killed.

Many evil spirits and monsters were also reduced to ashes by the thunder.

But there are still many things that need to be dealt with in the dark.

Back then, An Qi asked the Twelve Dragon Guardians and others to lurk near Qingyun Villa.

Keep an eye on what's going on around you.

Already got a lot of information.

Just took advantage of this storm to close the net.

But some bones are harder to crack.

He needs to sit in town.

"Okay, then I'm going to have breakfast with my daughter."

Zhuang Fan left the villa with his little daughter.

And Kung Fu Panda, who looks like a chivalrous man, also followed out in a hurry.

This guy stays in system space all the time.

Never went out for a walk.

Now I look at the busy traffic and high-rise buildings around me, like a curious baby.

Look left and right.

Probe into the brain.

Then catch the fat billowing body.

It looks very cute.

It caused a crowd of passers-by to watch.

There were even a few young ladies who came over to take a group photo.

It made Guobao depressed for a while.

He looked at Zhuang Fan eagerly.

Wanting to escape from the clutches of my little sister's mobster.

"Don't be ignorant of your blessings. Your current treatment is the dream of many boys."

Zhuang Fan teased.

Surrounded by so many young ladies and sisters.

He still looked depressed.

I didn't see that the boys around me were already drooling with envy.

I wish I could become a Kung Fu Panda and let those little sisters ravage me.

According to his speed, the distance was not very far, and it took more than an hour to walk.

Finally came to the old town.

In front of Baiji Steamed Bun Shop.

Looking at the half-closed shop door.

The smell of herbs wafting from the store.

Zhuang Fan paused.

With such a strong smell of medicine, is Uncle Bai sick?

"Uncle Bai?"

He shouted.

Step into it.

"Xiaofan is here, haven't you had breakfast yet? What would you like to eat today, Uncle Bai will make it for you!"

With inch hair, the somewhat chubby Uncle Bai came out from the back kitchen.

It's just that unlike before, today's son's face is very pale.

It was as if he was seriously ill.

Weakness is visible to the naked eye.

"Uncle Bai, are you sick?"

Look at Uncle Bai's current appearance.

Zhuang Fan was taken aback.

Then he asked worriedly.

"Ahem..It's okay. I accidentally fell a few days ago and hurt my bone. It'll be fine if you rest for a while."

Uncle Bai coughed a few times and explained.

He concealed what happened that day.

The time is not yet ripe.

The truth about some things cannot be said yet.

Wait for the coffin maker to come back from Montenegro and finish that job.
At that time, I will be able to tell Zhuang Fan everything about Brother Zhuang and his sister-in-law.

And he lived up to the trust of his old friend.

"Then simply order three steamed buns and white porridge."

Zhuang Fan said.

"Okay, sit down for a while, and I'll get it for you."

I glanced at the little girl who looked like a porcelain doll and the Kung Fu Panda sitting like a human.

Uncle Bai smiled.

Turn around and go to the back kitchen.

After a while.

Then he came back with the steamed stuffed bun and white porridge.

Besides.

There are also two plates of golden, steaming, freshly fried sugar cakes.

Exudes an attractive fragrance.

The person who hooked it moved his index finger.