Chapter 3： Tianmo Dahua (2/2)

With a loud noise, a huge stone suddenly fell into a crush under Zhuo Fan's thin fist.

Zhuo Fan nodded with satisfaction, his body was tempered by the master force of Qi Qi Realm, and was greatly improved. As far as physical strength is concerned, it is no longer under the master of gathering energy.

Then he looked at his cultivation behavior again.

But I don't see it. Upon inspection, even he himself couldn't help but startle.

His cultivation practice actually reached the fifth floor of the foundation directly from nothing, and what was stored in the body was not the vitality of the foundation, but directly the strength of the Qi gathering environment.

”Good guy, the magic trick of this day is really wonderful.” Zhuo Fan couldn't help but secretly slurped in his heart.

Generally speaking, it takes five and a half years to cultivate to the fifth floor of the foundation, even those talented geniuses in the Holy Land. But after only one night, he has already achieved what others can only achieve in two or three years.

”It seems that it won't take long for me to return to the sanctuary, hehe hehe ...” Zhuo Fan yelled.

However, just as he fantasized about returning to the old scenery, the shouts of murder suddenly came into his ears.

Brow furrowed, Zhuo Fan looked in the direction of the sound, and walked towards it carefully. He knew in his heart that although he now has the skills to build the five layers of foundation, but his micro-deeds are not enough to use some of the simplest martial arts, and the master has no power to fight back.

So everything is better to be cautious. After all, he is no longer the wicked Demon Emperor.

Like a wild cat, he moved slowly to the edge of a grass, Zhuo Fan slowly turned away the weeds, and looked out. There, two groups of people are facing each other.

A group of more than a dozen people, dressed as Luo's guards, surrounded them with a 17- to 18-year-old girl and a 5 or 6-year-old boy.

The other gangs are all dressed in black, led by an old man, probably more than twenty. And that old man, Zhuo Fan looked very familiar. After thinking it over carefully, he remembered that the old man was Luo's housekeeper, Sun's housekeeper. The men and women surrounded by the guards were Luo Yunhai, the young master of the Luo family, and Miss Luo Yunshang.

”Well, it's no wonder that the Luo family's strict guarding will also be broken by the thief of the Black Wind Mountain, it turned out to be a thief.”

Zhuo Fan sneered in his heart, remembering his apprentice Zhao Cheng again, his fists clenched tightly.

In the previous life, he was betrayed by the closest disciple, and the person he took away in this life also died because of it, which made him feel a sense of sympathy.

But soon, he shook his head, sighed, and turned to leave.

With his current strength, he can't help anyone at all. Moreover, he has nothing to do with the Luo family, can not commit to sell their lives for them.

However, he had just taken two steps back in his footsteps, but his heart was suddenly painful, making it difficult for him to take the third step.