The ancestor who survived the tribulation was reborn and went to college

Zhang Fan understands that all these are gifts from heaven and earth, and are the most beautiful gifts that cultivators receive in the process of pursuing their dreams.

The golden light all over the sky gradually dissipated, and tranquility returned to the stars.

Zhang Fan slowly landed on the ground. His white robe had already been reshaped in the baptism of spiritual energy, and his face revealed a deep and firm light.

Although the road to overcoming the tribulation was tortuous and difficult, at the end of the last tribulation, everything seemed so worth it.

Zhang Fan's journey of cultivating immortality is no longer a lonely journey, but a blend of heaven and earth and a symbiosis with nature.

When the last ray of spiritual energy was injected into Zhang Fan's body, he felt a strong surge of power, as if a sleeping giant finally woke up.

He slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes shone with a deep light, as mysterious as the stars in the sky.

The process of overcoming the tribulation was like a baptism of life, which gave him a deeper understanding of the fragility and power of life.

And this time, the baptism of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth made him feel the wonderful feeling that heaven and earth are closely connected with him.

Zhang Fan successfully survived nine strange heavenly tribulations, and his body exuded a powerful aura, like a supreme cultivator.

His cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, reaching a new height.

As time went by, the power of the Heavenly Tribulation gradually dissipated, and the sky regained its tranquility.

When the immortal cultivators in the mountains came back to their senses, they found that they seemed to have experienced a dream-like process, and their hearts were filled with awe and emotion.

The sky outside the cave became calm again, and the sun shone through the clouds on the mountains, as if announcing a new beginning.

Beifang Bing dodges and arrives not far from Zhang Fan, confronting him from afar.

He saw Zhang Fan's face clearly, and there was an indescribable shock in Zhang Fan's deep eyes.

Zhang Fan was dressed in black, as light as a cloud, and looked aloof from the world.

His facial features are delicate and resolute, his black hair is spread freely, and a slight smile appears on his face.

Beibing stared at Zhang Fan who had just completed the tribulation in confusion, and a burst of complicated emotions surged in his heart.

Although she didn't know this cultivator who had completed the tribulation, the familiar figure on his back made her familiar.

"Who are you and why do you come to my northern power..." Beibing opened his eyes wide, trying to find some clues from Zhang Fan's face.

The spiritual power in Beibei's body is running, and he is ready to attack at any time. Through Zhang Fan's tribulation just now, Beibing felt Zhang Fan's power, but the mysterious strong man was in the north, so he had to be on guard.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, with a touch of mystery in his eyes, and said with a bad smile: "Northern leader, you may not know me, but now I am an authentic disciple of the northern forces."

After hearing this, Beifang Bing was furious and said: "Don't lie to me. I know all the monks in this force who are at the Nascent Soul stage and above. No one has broken through to the realm of gods. Who are you?"

The northern ice swept over in anger, the cold wind howled and the frost filled the air. The entire battlefield was instantly covered in chill, as if it was trapped in a frozen world.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, waved the magic weapon in his hand, and a golden light flashed, and the coldness disappeared under the golden light.

"Northern leader, you are no match for me, and I have no ill intentions. Let's sit down and talk first." Zhang Fan said calmly.

Beifang laughed coldly, and as the ice crystal sword danced, countless ice fronts formed in an instant, heading straight for Zhang Fan.

With a thought in his mind, Zhang Fan transformed into a bolt of lightning to avoid the attack of the ice front.

"Beifang Bing, why are you so impulsive?" Zhang Fan spoke slowly, his voice melodious and calm, like the breeze blowing.

Zhang Fan was helpless when he saw the opponent taking action. It seemed that he could only defeat the opponent first and then explain slowly.

Zhang Fan's expression remained unchanged, he waved his hand gently, and a faint golden light appeared in his hand, turning into a flying sword that shone with strange light.

Zhang Fan swayed and dodged Beifang Bing's attack like a dragon. His flying sword drew a beautiful arc in the air, and he was in front of Beifang Bing in an instant.

"Ice Sword Technique!" Beifang laughed coldly. As the ice crystal sword danced in his hand, pieces of sharp ice flew out like snowflakes and attacked Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and waved the flying sword in his hand. The sword light was like a rainbow, defeating the frost released by the northern ice one by one.

The two are like crisscrossing storms on the battlefield, with sword energy flowing horizontally and cold air flowing everywhere.

The battle was in full swing, and the two of them fought in the air, and every collision triggered earth-shattering energy fluctuations.

The ice power of Northern Ice intertwined with Zhang Fan's magical powers, sparking sparks all over the sky.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Beibing decided to use all his strength, and the cold air on his body quickly condensed, forming a violent cold current, rushing towards Zhang Fan.

This time, he unleashed his true power without reservation.

Zhang Fan frowned slightly and felt the powerful coldness of the North Ice. He no longer remained calm and waved the flying sword in his hand, forming a sea of ​​golden light to face the attack of the North Ice.

The two collided fiercely on the battlefield, and the cold air and sword energy intertwined into a strange and beautiful scene.

However, in this battle, Beibing gradually felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

"This is impossible!" Beibing gritted his teeth, feeling that his power was gradually weakening.

Zhang Fan was unpredictable, sometimes turning into a phantom, sometimes looking like a dragon flying through the clouds, skillfully dodging the attacks of the northern ice.

Beifang Bing couldn't help but feel nervous. This seemingly young immortal cultivator actually had such superb fighting skills.

Zhang Fan, on the other hand, gradually figured out Beifang Bing's weaknesses through constant testing. He knew that to deal with such an opponent, he couldn't just rely on strength, but also needed to give full play to his own advantages.

As the cold wind howled, Zhang Fan's figure was like lightning, turning into a flashing sword light that intersected with the northern ice's offensive.

The sword energy spread vertically and horizontally, and a chill filled the sky and earth, forming a battlefield of ice and snow.

Zhang Fan has a concentrated mind, profound cultivation, and proficient swordsmanship. Every sword strike carries the power of thunder, shaking the entire battlefield.

"How reckless!" Beifang Bing roared angrily and launched a fierce offensive again.

The North laughed coldly, controlled the cold wind, turned into a giant frost dragon, and rushed towards Zhang Fan. As the dragon roared, the icy air condensed into thousands of ice cones, which struck Zhang Fan like a rain of arrows.

He responded calmly, the sword light flashed, and the sword energy swept across, defeating the ice picks one by one.

The battle situation reached a stalemate, and Beibing Bing's offensive became more and more fierce, but Zhang Fan remained as steady as a mountain, and his sword skills were like a strong wind and rain, unstoppable.

The energy fluctuations between the two stir up the vitality of heaven and earth, forming a magnificent picture.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, and the sword in his hand turned into a silver light, and the tip of the sword pointed at Beibing's vitals.

One move "Thunder Slash"! The sword energy was like thunder, instantly splitting through Bei Bing's resistance and going straight to his chest.