"Not yet!"

"No, come again! You must not let down the teacher's cultivation!"

"Is this really a pot? Is this a bad thing? Is it difficult for me to burn the eighth-grade Xuanhuo? "

...

Gu Hong was sweating coldly, constantly driving out the purple Yin true fire.

However, even if Gu Hong tries his best, he cannot shake the Chaos Golden Pot at all.

"This old Hong is really useless, but it's good that this is good, at least it can be quiet for a few days." Seeing Gu Hong's fire was so hard, Lin Fan didn't know how to give advice.

After a long time, Gu Hong was so tired that she felt overdrawn and panting.

"Sir, my cultivation is really limited. Can I change it?" Gu Hong was weak.

"Everything is difficult at the beginning. If you don't work, you have to practice more. I'm very optimistic about you!" Lin Fan looked serious.

What?

The gentleman actually said he was optimistic about me?

Gu Hong was extremely excited and burst into energy: "Thank you for your advice, I will never let you down!"

"Well, work hard, practice hard, and look for me when you can boil the pot."

"yes!"

Gu Hong seemed to have chicken blood, and the flames were rolling and burning the Chaos Golden Pot.

Unfortunately, I was still absorbed by the Chaos Golden Pot.

"I finally fooled him, and I can do my own thing with peace of mind." Lin Fan was relieved.

But I didn't know that it caused a big problem for Gu Hong.

Not to mention Gu Hong, even the controller of the alien fire in the entire cultivation world, I am afraid that it will be difficult to shake the Chaos Golden Pot.

study!

Spread rice paper and grind ink.

Lin Fan sighed lightly: "I was so confused by Lao Hong that I was over-intensified and I couldn't even sleep well. It seemed that I had to cultivate my mind and cultivate my nature more."

It’s hard to put down when holding up the pen.

What to draw?

Lin Fan thought about it and his mind lit up: "Well, if you want to exorcise ghosts and evil spirits, it will be him. He is really smart as me."

Meditation, enter the state.

Lin Fan is like a painting saint possessed by him, waving his pen and ink, flowing clouds and flowing water, and his aura is continuous.

After a long time, Lin Fan's last move was the finishing touch.

"It's done!"

Lin Fan looked at the statue in the painting with satisfaction, and wanted to jump out of the portrait, and suddenly felt awe in his heart: "It seems that my painting skills have improved a lot. With this statue in charge, I can sleep peacefully at night."

Immediately, Lin Fan hung the portrait on the front wall of the bedroom.

The task was done, and when I was bored, Lin Fan went out for a leisurely trip.

I chatted with the villagers, picked fruits in the orchard, and then pulled weeds in the vegetable garden.

Just repeating and fulfilling farming life, and the mediocre day passed like this.

When I came back, I secretly went to the kitchen to watch the lonely feng.

Seeing Gu Hong still working hard to cook the pot, Lin Fan shook his head and sighed: "Lao Hong is really hardworking. It's not that I want to fool him. The problem is that Lao Hong is too naughty."

Thinking that the night is long.

The girls in the yard were all in seclusion and indulging internships.

"I really envy these cultivators who can stay away from eating, drinking, and urinate for days or nights. It's not like me, I can only waste my time." Lin Fan sighed enviously, wondering when he could hope to practice.

Although beauties are surrounded by, they are all for the sake of practice, and Lin Fan is also eager to see them.

Well, the moon will be the first to get close to the water.

Just wait for the love to fall in love over time, sooner or later, the girls will be pushed down one by one.

Fantasizing that Lin Fan could only go back to the room to sleep honestly.

With the statue of gods in charge, Lin Fan felt much more at ease.

"Day after day, year after year, I have been through so many years, so I'd better go to bed early and take good care of myself." Without the electronic products of my previous life, Lin Fan could only sleep for the night.

...

It's late at night and the sound of cicadas is faint.

With the experience of hitting evil last night, Lin Fan still felt at ease when he was sleeping with the Zhentian Hammer.

As the third update approached the night, gusts of cold wind penetrated.

Several ghostly shadows floated invisible.

"Sir, that's it."

"A lot of cultivators have been found in this yard, but their cultivation is very average."

"These ants are indeed not threatening, but there are immortals living in this house."

"Although I am catching ghosts and eliminating evil spirits, I often deal with the fairy world and are particularly sensitive to the aura of immortals." Zhong Kui said confusedly: "But I have not sensed the aura of immortals in this entire courtyard."

"Old man's wise eyes. That boy looks like a mortal, but he has the secret treasures in the fairy world to protect him, so it is really hard for us to offend him." Hei and Bai Wuchang looked frightened and still frightened.

"It's actually so easy to deal with."

"Your Majesty, be careful. Some of these are the best immortals who have experienced tribulations. If you don't find out the truth, don't act impulsively."

"I have a sense of responsibility!"

Zhong Kui is named after the righteousness and just because he is justified, he has never feared the Taoist sect of the immortal family.

Huh ~

The cold wind passed by, and Zhong Kui stepped in.

Black and white impermanence was worried and followed.

But when he saw the bed, Lin Fan was sleeping with a hammer on his side.

"Sir, it's just that hammer, very powerful!" Hei Wuchang said in panic.

But what Zhong Kui noticed at first was not the hammer, but Lin Fan.

"Sky Eye, Open!"

Zhong Kui's eyes are stern, deep and sharp, and clear.

After peeping for a long time, Zhong Kui frowned: "This person's breath is ordinary and there is no such thing as an immortal. If he is in the cultivation world, he will be a mediocre person!"

"At first we thought so, but if we were just a mortal, how could we control the fairy treasure?"

"The choice of the master of the immortal treasure is in fate, and lies in luck." Zhong Kui's eyes are deep: "As far as I have discovered, this is the fortune of the heaven, and the soul body comes from outside the three realms and six paths."

"Besides the Three Realms and Six Paths? Isn't that only saints?"

"If this person is a saint, will we still offend and disrespect here?"

"Who is this person sacred?"

"Although our underworld is in charge of the six realms of reincarnation, there are boundaries that our underworld cannot control in the heavens and all realms." Zhong Kui pondered: "But no matter who this person is, he should despise the authority of the underworld and disrupt the order of the underworld, and must not be tolerated!"

"The Holy Lord is mighty!"

Black and White Impermanence flattery, and finally we can get back this anger.

The Holy Lord of the House is also the respectful title of Zhong Kui by the world.

"Come on the soul-catching chain!"

Zhong Kui waved his hand to grab the soul-catching chain.

He has insufficient cultivation of black and white impermanence and cannot get rid of Lin Fan's soul.

However, Zhong Kui's cultivation is comparable to that of a celestial immortal, but in terms of strength, even an ordinary celestial immortal can catch the immortal soul.

Zhong Kui has always acted decisively.

Just as he was about to take action, Bai Wuchang suddenly said in a panic: "Great... Sir!"

"What a big deal, why are you so out of your composure?"

"painting…"

"What kind of painting!"

"It seems you are in the painting..."

"kindness?"

Zhong Kui was stunned and looked at him in a hurry.

But I saw a portrait hanging on the wall of the bed.

The leopard head and cow's eyes, the iron face and the curly beard are angry, the fierce god shrugged his shoulders and wide waist, and the square sword in his hand. The whole image is fierce and ugly, but it exudes awesome majesty.

Although it is a little different from the image of Zhong Kui, it is quite similar.

"Who painted the portrait? How dare I draw me so ugly is simply an insult to my personality and infringe on my right to portrait!" Zhong Kui was so angry that his nostrils smoked and asked angrily: "You guys say, is this ugly?"

Zhong Kui kicked his eyes with anger. The question was so terrifying that the Black and White Impermanent Soul was almost furrowed.
Chapter completed!