Chapter 972

If the layout person is smart enough, he is absolutely not afraid that the Bureau will be seen through. This truth, just like a girl will become a woman, abandoning Zhang San and choosing Li Si, the fate of film formation is still the same.

People who can arrange a war and control the current situation are not afraid of small roles such as Han Fei.

Han Fei is smart. Are those old monsters stupid? Han Fei also needs to prove his future achievements with diligence and efforts. The cultivation of those old monsters has proved that they were talents when they were young. They can only be higher than Han Fei, not much worse than him.

In Xiuxian mainland, it is very simple for people to live to become an old monster admired and feared by everyone, regardless of talent, ingenuity and strategy.

After taking Nangong Xiang for a while, Han Fei stopped. He waved his hand to Nangong Xiang to rest in the distance, while Han Fei sat cross legged in front of a small sapling.

Concentrate. Clear your heart and close your eyes.

It was quiet and the night wind was cold. There is a moon in the sky, very tender and fresh.

Han Fei is surrounded by weeds. Although some are tall, their leaves and trunks have withered and yellow. When the cold wind blows, they make a clattering sound.

In addition to tall weeds, there are also pairs of small grass that break through the earth from stone cracks or hard ground, or stubborn upward.

The smallest grass has just sprouted a leaf. The bigger ones have three or four leaves, the bigger ones have the tall middle finger, and the most grass is one chopstick high, just like a teenager, full of vigorous vitality and vitality.

The night of Xiuxian continent is very short, the darkest time. I can't see anything. Close your eyes and feel the world of surrounding vegetation, which is Han Fei's favorite thing to do in his youth.

Listen carefully. The grass is singing. Some have a hoarse voice and some have a loud voice.

These grasses are connected into pieces, and they are dominated by small saplings.

Judging from the time of rooting and germination, the young tree should not break the ground for long. However, its height has surpassed the height of other weeds for a lifetime.

Gap!

This is the difference caused by different species and ethnic groups. No one can refute the fact that a newborn camel must be bigger than a cat!

What if the same truth is put in the cultivation world?

At the same age, just pick someone out here to the secular world. They are all peerless experts. They can control the life and death of young people who have read famous universities like the old monsters of the three immortals.

Without it, the region is different and the status is earth shaking!

Cultivation has something to do with talent. Does it have anything to do with age? This is an unanswered question!

Practice is not to learn cultural knowledge, but even if you learn cultural knowledge, the elderly know more than the young, which is normal.

Metamorphosis exists in all fields. Similarly, there are such perverts in the cultivation world.

Han Fei boasts that he is actually a pervert.

However, were the old monsters of the three immortals abnormal?

Must be! If they were not abnormal when they were young, how could they survive. Since they survived, it means they have been abnormal!

That's a question. How can Han Fei, a young pervert, try to surpass those old monsters?

Those old monsters have been practicing for hundreds of years, maybe thousands of years. Even now they are old, their leaves are withered and yellow, and they can sleep at night without scratching their beds. How can the newly broken Tudor abnormal grass catch up?

If the types are different, and the cultivation environment and region are different. Then why can Han Fei catch up with those old monsters!

Even if those old monsters are dead now, their super-high cultivation and Han Fei need to take the same long time to catch up. Even if it is shortened due to adventure and talent, it is limited. The absolute length of time is still difficult to cross!

"Alas!" Han Fei uttered a sigh, full of emotion about the way of heaven and life.

Relying on hard cultivation and trying to control the mainland of immortal cultivation, this is simply a fool's dream. Great youth spent in crazy cultivation, regardless of his wife and children, and worked hard for super-high cultivation, but in the end it was nothing.

I got the heavenly soul and the baby. There's an out of body period ancestor on it. When the cultivation reaches the out of body period, there will be a distraction period, and so on. When will it end?

Unconsciously, the halo above Han Fei's head shone. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Into the misunderstanding!

Spell repair, always behind people. In this cultivation world, which does not talk about human feelings but only about strength, no one will lead his neck to be killed, and no one will watch you go to the altar.

Han Fei now understands why Nangong Xiang, Fang Tian, Lin Feng and others want to frame themselves or even kill themselves.

Because their cultivation has improved too fast, they have found danger, so they want to eliminate the danger and preserve themselves. Are they wrong?

no you 're right!

In the past three days, I have cut off those golden elixir ancestors who can't resist even one move. My hand has never been soft!

Why kill? The reason is the same, because they are aware of the danger.

Therefore, where there is life, low-level creatures are always low-level. Because the power of life and death is in the hands of higher creatures. I leaned against the tree to chat. I looked down and saw an ant dragging food. As long as the man wanted to raise his foot and grind it, the ant's family would be scattered. Even if the foot went down, their family would die!

Han Fei thought of Bai Li Yan Ran, Zhang Yuqi and Chen Qiaoqiao. Similarly, Han Fei thought of many of his children. A few years later, he became a Mahayana old monster. Hundreds of people in the Han family died at the foot of an old monster!

This is the charm of strength. You can trample on others' lives at will, and then let yourself live a better life!

Hundreds of years of hard work, in exchange for the slaughter of that foot, this is the final outcome of many practitioners!

How many monks can escape such an end and look at the whole Xiuzhen continent?

grief! This is not the sorrow of strength. This sorrow is related to the length of life, strength and destiny!

Han Fei suddenly wanted to cry because he was stupid. The most authentic life is not getting stronger and stronger, but when Eagle Soul Mountain, he has never become stronger.

Erya and Chen Xiaohu can now do a lot of things in the dark and have a lot of children. And yourself? At least three women love themselves, but they are sitting alone in the wilderness, running to live!

What about the three women? Because falling in love with Zi changed their originally happy life. One was at the top of the Abbot's mountain and tried his best to cultivate and improve his strength. One is a true warrior who trains in a different space. I don't know why to train. Another is in Yancheng. He is worried about a lover who doesn't go back to see him for half a year.

Cruel! Stupid! This is not the life I want!

Life should be clear wind and bright moon, women and children, work at sunrise and rest at sunset!

Time goes by! Han Fei accidentally broke into the stubborn alley and couldn't get out!

it's dawn. It's dark again. The moon was replaced by the sun and replaced the sun again. The plants around Han Fei grew tall, grew up, matured, withered, and sprouted again. Then grow

Time flies as the stars change.

In the secret area of the ancient tomb, the ancestor of Yuanying went to war, and the ancestor went to war during the out of body period, but all this has nothing to do with Han Fei!

One month, three months, eight months!

Han Fei was buried by weeds! The barren grass is covered by dead leaves. When the dead leaves were pressed down by snow and frost, the hot sun melted them again.

The wind blew and the sand splashed. Han Fei, who showed his head, was buried by them again!

A whole year passed silently. No one knows where Nangong Xiang has gone.

Those who care or seek revenge, after looking for a stage, Han Fei's name is gradually forgotten.

The cruel war opened its huge mouth and swallowed up fresh lives one by one. Many people Han Fei hates have died, and many people Han Fei cares about have died, but Han Fei doesn't know anything!

Spring is warm and flowers are blooming!

When the war in the secret land of the ancient tomb suddenly stopped, Han Fei opened his eyes!

Covering up Han Fei's withered branches and leaves and soil, he loosened his arms like a gentle mother. Han Fei smiled and everything that covered him disappeared!

The sun is a little dazzling, and the smell of fresh and tender flowers is pungent. Han Fei flew up lightly and floated in the air.

At this moment, the world became smaller, and Han Fei felt very big. However, the moment I floated up, I found myself drifting with the wind like those withered branches and leaves. It turned out that I was also very small!

When the wind blew, Han Fei swam away with the wind, very fast.

Han Fei raised his hand, and a large number of particles were adsorbed around his palm. Han Fei was very familiar with these particles. It is the aura and dust of huff and puff cultivation!

I couldn't see it before, but now I see it. They are getting bigger, or they are getting smaller!

"Who am I?" Han Fei looked around and looked at the place full of weeds. He roared like a savage!

The voice has changed, thick and hoarse!

In the distance, there was a bright white lake. Han Fei took a step forward, shrunk to an inch and arrived in the blink of an eye!

Under the sun, the lake is white and bright, and there is a face full of black beard and hair on the wavy water!

"Poop!" Han Fei fell down and thought of it with open teeth and claws, but Bai hugged the sudden wave.

The cold lake flooded Han Fei. Hundreds of millions of white crystals rushed to Han Fei, chewed his black hair, rushed into his body, fused, and then fused

Han Fei gradually stopped struggling and let the white and glittering little guy rush into his body, and then his body became glittering, floating, flowing and shining