Fighting the Martial Universe

　　 At this time, Tianyun City is still as usual, with busy traffic, the east city gate is wide open, and there are so many merchants coming in and out for casual repairs.

Entering Sky Cloud City, Ba Ye looked around, and said, "Is this Sky Cloud City? The prosperity is poor, and Yanling City has a few grades. Now, you can be regarded as a warrior comparable to True Qi Realm. Stay here. Here, it's Qu Cai."

　　 "This is my home anyway. From a young age to a big place, I plan to develop Sky Cloud City from a third-rate city to a second-rate city, and then a first-rate city."

　　 Zhang Mofan has his own plan. He believes that as long as he becomes stronger, it is not impossible to develop a city into a first-class city.

　　 If the city wants to develop, there must be a strong person. Once there is a strong person, the city is guaranteed, and there will be a large number of businessmen willing to come here to develop.

　　 Zhang Mofan entered the city, called a carriage, and hurried to the city.

　　On the way, I just met a large number of convoys, and they were slowly driving towards Dongcheng District.

　　 Zhang Mofan opened the curtains and saw that it was his father. He immediately said, "Groom, stop!"

　　 After getting off the carriage, Zhang Mofan looked at his father, shouted, and smiled: "Father."

　　 "Xiao Fan!"

　　 Zhang Feng was originally planning to go to the Tiancheng Mall. Hearing a call, his face immediately showed surprise, dismounted and rushed over, hugging Zhang Mofan: "Xiao Fan, you are worrying me to death."

　　 In the past few months, the Zhang family has developed very well, much better than before. However, Zhang Feng is not happy because Zhang Mofan has not returned.

　　 Now, seeing Xiao Fan coming back, his holding heart finally let go.

　　 "Father, you don't need to worry about me."

　　 Zhang Mofan smiled, almost to say in his heart that you have to worry about your safety.

　　 This time, if he didn't happen to meet Chu Feng and the others, I am afraid that his father would really be arrested.

　　 "Okay, let's talk again in a few days. I'm going to Tianshen Mall. Transport this batch of goods. You can go back to Zhang Mansion now."

　　 Zhang Feng said with a smile.

　　 "Father, let me be with you."

　　 Zhang Mofan said.

"Ok!"

　　 Zhang Feng nodded. He hasn't seen his son for a few months. Anyway, there is nothing to do on the road, just transporting goods, most of the mountain roads will encounter some bandits.

　　 At this time, Zhang Mofan also saw Crazy Tie in the motorcade, and now he has cultivated to the second level of Bigu.

　　 Zhang Mofan rode a horse, but as for Ba Ye, he was lying on the cargo of the truck, looking like he was unlovable.

　　 He wanted to ride a horse, but Zhang Mofan stopped him.

　　 A pig riding a horse, this picture is more funny.

　　 "Xiao Fan, what is that pig?"

　　 Zhang Feng asked curiously.

　　 "Father, you can just call him Xiaoba in the future. He is not a pig, and he also hates others calling him a pig. Moreover, people who call him a pig have nothing to end."

　　 Zhang Mofan reminded.

　　 Hearing this, Zhang Feng glanced at Ba Ye and said, "Could it be that your spirit beast failed?"

"Ok!"

　　 Zhang Mofan nodded, and then he told his father what he had seen and heard along the way.

　　 However, it was just some process, such as going to Seal Demon Valley by myself and then to Smoke Spirit City.

In the past five months, Zhang Feng’s heart and soul has finally recovered. Not only that, but with the exercises taught to him by Zhang Mofan, Zhang Feng also broke through the bigu and became a real powerhouse in the bigu state. .

　　 However, in the past few months, the Zhang family has developed better and better, and has already had the momentum to rush to the first-class power. Zhang Feng has been busy in business and his cultivation has also stalled.

　　 In his opinion, his own strength is nothing. It is very important for his son to develop the family.

　　The higher the level of cultivation, the more resources it consumes. If the Zhang Family can't provide so many resources, Zhang Mofan's cultivation will stagnate.

　　 Therefore, Zhang Feng wanted to desperately develop the family, talk about cooperation everywhere, and even cooperate with the family in neighboring cities.

　　 The support of a family is too important for the cultivation of a martial artist.

　　 If Mo Cang did not have the support of the Sun Moon Academy, could he be promoted to the True Qi state at such an age? Obviously impossible.

　　 No matter how talented the warrior is, if there is no resource assistance, it is of no use.

　　 This is the reason why it is difficult to have strong people in small places, and they are all buried by poverty.

　　 However, Zhang Feng didn't know that Zhang Mofan's wealth could no longer be estimated. At least in Sky Cloud City, his current wealth is equivalent to the total wealth of several first-class families.

　　 "By the way, father, I found a hairpin in Fengmogu with your name engraved on it. Do you think it is fun or not?"

　　 Zhang Mofan said, took out half of the hairpin from Naling Ring and handed it directly to Zhang Feng.

　　 Zhang Feng took the hairpin, his pupils shrank, and familiar images poured in in his mind.

　　 "Qingluan, this hairpin is our destiny, with my name engraved on it. If you like me, take this hairpin and you will never take it off."

　　 A beautiful woman dressed in white nodded shyly, her cheeks flushed, letting Zhang Feng stick the hairpin on her head.

　　 "Today next year~www.wuxiaspot.com~ We will meet again in the magic valley!"

　　 Zhang Feng smiled and touched Qingluan's cheek. At that time, they were only sixteen or seventeen years old. It was the time of youth.

　　 "Brother Feng, you must practice hard. Next year I will definitely wait for you in Fengmogu. You want to marry me and get approval from my parents. It is not that easy."

　　 Qingluan left happily. She is looking forward to meeting again next year. At that time, I am afraid that they have all been promoted to Bigu.

　　 However, a year later, Qingluan waited for a month in Fengmo Valley, but did not wait for Zhang Feng, and she returned to the Hall of Souls in despair.

"Pause!"

　　 Zhang Feng waved his hand and motioned for the team to stop: "I'll explain it."

　　 Zhang Feng got down from the horse and hid behind a mountain peak. He squatted down and cried loudly.

　　 Zhang Mofan followed, seeing his father crying so sad, he probably guessed what the hairpin was.

　　 For the past sixteen years, Zhang Feng has always been very optimistic, and only when his fighting spirit was destroyed, did he feel a little low.

　　 Now, seeing his father crying so sad, he is also very guilty in his heart. If it were not to save him, perhaps his own son would be as old as him.

　　 The man does not flick when he has tears, but he is not sad.

　　 This short hairpin, which represents the relationship between Zhang Feng and Qingluan, has completely ended.

　　 As for Zhang Feng, there is only guilt, he can do nothing, he cannot do anything to Qing Luan, nor can he promise anything to Qing Luan.

　　 Let out a stick of incense, Zhang Feng wiped away his tears, as if nothing was going on, sat on the horse again, and said, "Go!"

　　 The phrase "start" means that he has let go of his feelings and set off again.