Leisurely cultivating life

"choke~~~"

A bloody flying sword surrounded Zhou Fan,

"Go!" Zhou Fan waved his hand.

As soon as Yuan Tu came out, such an iconic flying sword was immediately recognized by others.

"Yuantu!!!"

"Then he..."

"It's Xue Tu, run quickly."

Unfortunately, it was too late to wake up.

Under Yuantu, none of these golden elixir dregs escaped, and they were all used as fertilizer by Yuantu.

Cast a small rain spell to wash away the strong bloody smell.

"Xiaoxuan, you can break free." Zhou Fan signaled the little guy to open his eyes.

"Have all the little villains been beaten away by my uncle?" The little guy stared with big eyes.

"Well, they were all beaten away by my uncle." Zhou Fan said with a smile.

"Daoist, Xiaofan, Xiaoxuan, it's time to eat." Zhou Ping's voice came.

"Let's go, Xiaoxuan, let's go eat, grandma is making your favorite Chixia pigeon soup today!"

Hearing this, the little guy was shocked, stood up suddenly from Zhou Fan's arms, and charged towards the dining table with his short legs.

"Squeak~~~"

Zhou Fan's eyes widened, watching the little guy's small body complete a beautiful emergency drift, reversed direction, and headed towards Yu Jingcheng who was "studying hard".

"Grandpa Yu, it's time for dinner. Today we have Chixia Pigeon Soup!" The little guy grabbed Yu Jingcheng's sleeve.

"Well, Xiaoxuan is really filial." Yu Jingcheng held the little guy by the hand and gave Zhou Fan a smug look.

Zhou Fan's mouth twitched slightly, and he turned his head, too lazy to look at the old clapper's complacent expression.

When you run out of spiritual materials, see what you are proud of, Zhou Fan thought secretly.

……

One meal, and it's over in no time.

"Uncle, do you really want to do this?" Zhou Fan looked sad.

"Ah."

"Is it okay not to do this?" Zhou Fan looked desolate.

"No."

"Uncle, you have to think carefully!" Zhou Fan looked desperate.

"I've thought about it very clearly, but you have to think about the difference in cultivation between the two of us." Yu Jingcheng said with a blank expression.

"Uncle Master, please." Zhou Fansheng was expressionless.

"Don't worry, I'm [-]% sure that I will succeed this time." Yu Jingcheng said confidently, but behind him was the horribly dilapidated spaceship, with runes on the ship flickering, It seemed to be protesting silently.

"Xiao Fan, the Daoist..." Zhou's expression was worried, feeling that his son's uncle had only seen today that he was a bit unreliable.

"Mother, don't worry, my son still has such a ship in his hand." Zhou Fan said in a low voice, but he felt a little sorry for his own ship, it was all primordial stones.

"Huh..." Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, her son is still reliable.

"Wow, look, uncle." The little guy's surprised voice came.

Zhou Fan looked up, but with this look, he couldn't move away.

I checked my eyes, this is not my boat.

第142章 回山（2/2）

What did he see? He saw his dilapidated spaceship that had been ravaged, and the runes on the surface were slowly being repaired, becoming more profound and mysterious.

Countless precious spiritual materials melted into liquid under the various micro-manipulations of Yu Jingcheng's Sun True Fire, covering the entire spaceship.

"Congeal!"

Yu Jingcheng shouted loudly, pinching complicated handprints that Zhou Fan couldn't understand.

After a blinding operation that even Zhou Fan couldn't understand.

A radiant, blinding Zhou Fan's 24k pure gold dog eyes... Hao Spaceship, made its debut.

Rubbing eyes, um, rubbing again, isn't this a hallucination?Zhou Fan had an unacceptable idea in his heart.

"Master, how did you do it?" Zhou Fan couldn't believe it.

The performance of the master uncle with zero refining talent these days is vivid in his mind. It doesn't make sense that he has become like another person after this meal. The "messy" operation showed his face .

"As the saying goes, if you don't break it, you can stand it. Only after you break it can you build it. Only then can you be reborn. Have you realized it?" Yu Jingcheng smiled lightly, and stood with his hands behind his back.

Just kidding, if the Wu Nian Spring doesn't work, I have to ask the master if I bought a fake one.

"Grandpa Yu is awesome!" The little guy patted his fleshy little hands,

"That's right, I don't even look at who you, Grandpa Yu, am I..."

I didn't look at what the narcissistic Yu Jingcheng said about himself, and he did what he did easily.

Zhou Fan was looking at his spaceship that had been changed beyond recognition.

Facts have proved that this spaceship has far surpassed Zhou Fan's spaceship, and has reached the level of Lingbao, and it is nothing more than a shotgun.

"Uncle, Grandpa Yu said that your spaceship has been repaired, and we can get to Kunlun soon." The little guy's voice was as... melodious as ever.

"Mine???" Zhou Fan's heart was hit like a pie from the sky, making him feel unreal and dreamy.

He couldn't help looking at Yu Jingcheng, and checked his eyes, Master, are you serious?

"What are you looking at me for? I didn't hear that Xiaoxuan couldn't wait any longer." Yu Jingcheng gave Zhou Fan a hard look, God knows why he was... so generous, this is not Yu Jingcheng at all.