Fighting the Martial Universe

Zhang Feng trembled in his heart and said, "The three-year agreement is just my lie, so let's forget it."

To be honest, he was not afraid of death, he knew that if he did, Zhang Mofan would definitely go.

He didn't want Zhang Mofan to take risks for him.

He had already figured out that he couldn't be too selfish, and Luo Qingluan was the soul envoy of the Hall of Fighting Souls, and would become the Hallmaster of the Hall of Fighting Souls in the future.

The two of them are destined to be impossible together.

Feeling the thoughts in Zhang Feng's heart, Zhang Mofan was very emotional.

Three years of Zhang Feng's commitment is definitely not just talking about it, but really wanting to retain this relationship.

Among them, Zhang Feng is definitely under tremendous pressure.

Because Zhang Mofan could feel that his father has now been promoted to the seventh layer of imperial qi.

In two years, in this place in Dongzhou, I have cultivated to this level and absolutely endured countless hardships and difficulties.

Now, after finally waiting for this day, Zhang Feng chose to give up.

The agreement three years ago, in front of Qingluan's oath, just gave up, this requires much determination.

Just because of Zhang Mofan, because he went, Zhang Mofan will definitely go.

It can be said that Zhang Feng can again choose to give up for his son.

But the more so, the more guilty Zhang Mofan felt.

"Father, now your son has full wings. You used to protect me with wings. Now, I will protect you with wings."

Zhang Mofan said lightly: "Seven days later, you will go to Douhun Mountain boldly and do what you want to do. Leave the rest to me."

"what?"

Zhang Feng was slightly startled, his heart trembled inexplicably, his eyes were red.

He burst into tears and said: "Xiao Fan, what I said three years ago was just a moment of my breath. If I go back to three years ago, I will not be so impulsive.

Zhang Mofan looked at Zhang Feng, his face that had experienced countless winds and frosts was full of vicissitudes.

There is even a wound just left on his neck.

In the past two years, Zhang Feng has put in too much effort, how could he just give up like this.

"Father, there are still seven days. With your strength, even if you are in the Hall of Souls, it will be difficult to defeat your love rival. Since you want to grab your relatives, how can you defeat your Liu Qing?"

Zhang Mofan asked his father to sit on the pavilion on the side and said, "This is the fountain of life, you take it all."

Zhang Feng was taken aback for a moment before he took over the Spirit of Life and said, "What is the Spirit of Life?"

"You'll know if you take it."

Zhang Mofan smiled.

Zhang Feng took the life spirit spring, and immediately felt that the vitality contained in his body invaded his body.

All the injuries he left in the past two years have actually recovered.

Zhang Feng ran the exercises crazy, with a smile on his face: "It's amazing."

Zhang Mofan on the side, seeing his father so happy, he also said: "Father, do you think that I killed Mo Cang and killed the Blood Blade Soul Sect, and I am still not an opponent of the Soul Fighting Palace?"

"Actually, your son has already cultivated enough to not fear the strength of the Soul Fighting Palace, and even Xiao Ba has a very strong strength. If we are here, you can go there without worry."

Zhang Mofan said: "There are still seven days, I will teach you all the powerful swordsmanship, you can understand them carefully."

He has truly decided to teach his father the few tricks of Qinghuo's holy.

In a short period of time, it is no longer possible to raise the realm again, and can only temporarily hold the Buddha's feet and practice sword moves.

The father and son talked while teaching swordsmanship, almost without rest.

At that time!

In the Huang Mansion, Huang Qi and Huang Qingyan were also sitting in the pavilion chatting.

"Qianyan, you said that you and Zhang Mofan both entered the vertical and horizontal sect cultivation?"

Huang Qi couldn't help being surprised when he heard his daughter telling about the past.

"Yes, moreover, both of us are not weak in the position of Zonghengmen. Therefore, the Hall of Soul Fighting is nothing in our eyes. This time, we are here for revenge."

Huang Qingyan said.

"Qianyan, in fact, there is one thing that I have always kept from you. Now that you have cultivated to such strength, I will tell you."

Huang Qi said, "Didn't you often ask about your mother when you were young?"

Huang Qingyan nodded, her expression sad, because her mother died since she was born.

"Actually, your mother is not dead!"

Huang Qi said surprisingly.

"What? Mother is not dead? How is this possible?"

Huang Qingyan said in surprise.

"Your mother is very beautiful, even more beautiful than you, but she left when she gave birth to you. She is called Meng Xueqing."

Huang Qi talked about his wife with a smile on his face: "She might have left Dongzhou. I hope you can find her."

"Meng Xueqing? What a beautiful name, no, I seem to be familiar with this name."

Huang Qingyan was slightly startled, and then he remembered that at the beginning, the Spirit City Lord asked Zhang Mofan to help him find out the whereabouts of his wife.

And his wife, also called Meng Xueqing.

These are not ten coincidences, right?

"What is familiar?"

Huang Qi asked puzzledly.

"Oh, nothing, I will find my mother."

Huang Qingyan returned to her senses and asked, "By the way, how did you and your mother meet? Why did your mother leave?"

"Your mother is a genius in cultivation. After giving birth to you, she said she wanted to go to a larger place to practice. If Dongzhou is not blocked, maybe your mother has already returned."

Huang Qi comforted himself like this.

In the past few days, Zhang Mofan has been pointing to Zhang Feng, and the rest of the time, he is dealing with Zhang's affairs.

The former stewards and servants of the Zhang family have all returned.

And the new city lord of Tianyun City, for the Zhang Family, is also very contemplative.

On the fourth day, Zhang Mofan, Huang Qingyan, Di Ren and Zhang Feng set off to go to Ziyang College to meet Ba Ye and the others.

In just one day, Zhang Mofan and his party arrived at Ziyang College.

"You? Are you?"

When the disciple guarding the gate of Ziyang Academy saw Zhang Mofan~www.wuxiaspot.com~, an incredible expression appeared on his face.

"Zhang Mofan!"

The disciple immediately showed an excited expression on his face, and said loudly: "The saint son is back, the saint son is back, the eighth master did not lie to us."

"What? The Son is back?"

Those disciples already knew that Zhang Mofan was not dead and would return soon.

Therefore, they are all waiting patiently.

At this moment, a large number of figures flew over from a distance.

Dean Zichen, several deputy deans, the three elders of Ziyang, the lunatic sword, and the eighth master Daming and Erming all appeared.

Zhang Mofan watched the arrival of those people. He couldn't help but knelt on one knee, bowed his hands, and shouted: "Dear deans, Ziyang College, a disciple Zhang Mofan, request to return to the college." Douwu Qiankun