"Son of the Holy Son."

The two saluted immediately.

"Go to the Sutra Pavilion." The Holy Son was as powerful as a dragon, with amazing luck, and his whole body was surrounded by purple air, which was extremely extraordinary.

When he spoke, he seemed to have the resonance of thousands of Taoisms, like the son of the Great Dao, which was extremely terrifying.

The two of them were respectful and prepared the flying boat to the Sutra Pavilion as soon as possible.

...

At the same time, Lin Fan finally found the secret he wanted.

"General Profile of the World's Martial Arts"

"I finally found one. It seems that it is the only one in this Sutra Library, right? It is worthy of being a holy place. I look down on martial arts at all. This is it. It only contains one general guide to martial arts in the world..."

Lin Fan felt a lot more comfortable. Although he made such a big noise, he at least found what he wanted, right?

"It's this name, why do you feel so familiar?"

"Are they the Nine Yin Scriptures?"

He was a little confused, but he did not hesitate, but instead turned around and left with a secret book in his hand.

Of course, ordinary people cannot bring secret books out, and some important secret books can only be viewed in the Sutra Pavilion.

But Lin Fan felt that he was a saint after all, and this was just the first level of martial arts secrets that no one cares about, so he took it away by himself, right?

Wherever he passed, all the disciples gave in, and everyone's eyes were extremely hot, but they were not looking at Lin Fan, but the things in his hands.

Leave the Sutra Pavilion, unobstructed.

As Lin Fan imagined, without any stopping, he easily brought out the "General Outline of the World Martial Arts" and Chen Cheng and his two women met immediately when they saw this.

"go back."

Lin Fan spoke lightly...

"Yes, Saint."

The simple and ordinary flying boat appeared again, carrying three people toward Haoyue Peak.

On the way, Lin Fan suddenly felt a strong light dazzling, his eyes moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched...

"Who is this? So pretentious..."

The flying boat was as huge as a tower ship, with pearls and treasures on it, and the Taoist surrounds it. Not only that, the person at the bow seemed to be in purple clouds, with Taoist patterns flowing, as if where he was, the focus of all the eyes of all living beings...

However, even Lin Fan had to admit that the other party's sales were a little more handsome than his own "original".

Of course, it's not about appearance, but about temperament.

At the same time, the other party seemed to notice Lin Fan's gaze, looking faintly.

"You... lost."

He spoke like a bell, shocking people's minds. He also like a demonic sound pouring into his ears, constantly invading Lin Fan's spirit...

boom!

Suddenly, Qi Zixiao's body fought back on its own, and the purple Qi came from the east for 300 miles, blocking everything.

Lin Fan was stunned and looked at the other person coldly.

At this time, it was no longer necessary to tell that this person was the Holy Son! That is, the person Qi Zixiao wanted to defeat him a year later...

He still knows how to practice and does not know much about his state of mind. He has read too much novel, but it is still beneficial.

"But that's it."

Amid the worried eyes of Chen Cheng and the slight contemptuous look of the Holy Son, "Qi Zixiao" spoke lightly.

"Are you afraid? Just words want to mess with my heart?"

"Little Doyle."

At this time, two flying boats with extremely sharp contrasts intersected.

The face of the Holy Son changed slightly.

At this moment, he hesitated a little.
Chapter completed!