3198: C3198 The Flames of War Spread

C3198 The Flames of War Spread

Fan Weiran's voice was low, but everyone's faces darkened. Because what Fan Weiran said was true. It was not to discuss whether to attack or not. It was to decide who would attack together with him.

Obviously, Fan Weiran had already decided.

After a while, the old man who had spoken first smiled bitterly. "Why are you in such a hurry?"

A smile appeared on Fan Weiran's chubby face. "My son is dead. "

That smile was very scary.

Without waiting for an answer, Fan Weiran spoke again with a low voice, "If his skills are inferior, then he deserves to die. He was plotted against by a devil cultivator and did not see through it. He can only blame his trash. . . . But, I only have one son!"

Obviously, in Fan Weiran's opinion, although Fan Bowen's death was unjust. . . But death was death. Whether it was a sneak attack or an ambush, he could not see through it. As long as no Golden Core interfered, he would fall into the trap. That was, if one didn't have enough fortune, then one would die.

After all, the cultivation world was a world of survival of the fittest, and it utilized the Laws of the Jungle to the limit. Especially now that the Blackplume Pavilion and the fiendish cultivators were fighting against the Violet Frost Sect.

However. . . Just because he was able to see through it, it didn't mean that he would be indifferent.

Fan Bowen's death was only natural.

It was only natural for him to take revenge.

When the others looked at him, the old man spoke again, "It's too early. . . Now, it's not the time yet. "

It was not a big deal for Jindan to make a move, but under the current circumstances, once Jindan made a move, it represented the spread of the flames of war.

Fan Weiran's attack represented that no matter if it was the Violet Frost Sect or the Autumn Water Pavilion, or the Blackplume Pavilion or the Devil Cultivators, they would all enter the Golden Core Realm and fight at the Golden Core Realm.

Fan Weiran's voice suddenly became cold and gloomy. "I've helped the sect cultivate pill for so many years, so I can be considered to be worthy of the sect's kindness in the past. Since you're unwilling, I'll just withdraw from the Purple Frost Sect. "

After saying that, Fan Weiran stood up and prepared to leave.

The old man hurriedly said, "That brat Fan Bowen might not necessarily be dead. The news from Wu Peng and the Autumn Water Pavilion was only from Fan Bowen. After the self-destruction of the group of severely injured disciples. . . You're already so old. Why do you have to be so hot-tempered like Lei Gang? "

Lei Gang, who was pretending to be mute, immediately said unhappily: "Old man, your words are wrong. Although I also quite like Little Fatty, However, his cultivation base is there. Even a Foundation Establishment third level cultivator needs to burn Blood Essences in order to escape from the weakened explosion range. With little fatty's cultivation base. . . "

The old man frowned. He tilted his head and asked, "Fairy Yu Ze?"

Yu Ze shrugged but did not say anything. He did not know what she was thinking.

Lei Gang stretched his back. "Old man, let's vote. You won't be tired even if you have to go through so much trouble. "

Vote. . . The old man's heart tightened.

Voting was easy, but. . . It was highly likely that Fan Weiran would be disappointed.

Fan Weiran's cultivation was nothing, but. . . Fan Weiran's skill in alchemy was not shallow. At least 30% of the Purple Frost Sect's pills were from Fan Weiran or Fan Weiran's disciples!

"There's no need to discuss further. Wei Ran didn't leave the sect immediately. Instead, he came here to discuss. He was already thinking about the overall situation of the sect! Lei Gang, and Yu Ze, follow him. " A voice suddenly came from somewhere.

The voice was calm, as if it was emotionless.

"Alright. " Lei Gang stood up immediately, and his muscular body made cracking sounds. Many of his bones seemed to be moving.

Fan Weiran's eyes immediately lit up with joy.

Yu Ze frowned, but he shook his head. "I want to stay at Maple Leaf Peak. "

………….

It was unknown how deep the danger zone was. There were Foundation Establishment realm Demonic Beasts everywhere.

Jiang Ting hid his body and was still shuttling through the dense forest.

He had already entered this dangerous place for more than half a year.

According to his estimation, he was afraid that he would soon cross this dangerous place. During this period of time, in order to avoid being exposed, he didn't kill a single Demonic Beast and used all his strength to conceal himself.

As for Xiahou Ping and the others who were chasing him, he didn't know whether they would leave or not. He only knew that he could no longer see the danger zone at this moment.

After another leap, Jiang Ting stopped. "I didn't expect that there would be an ocean outside of this danger zone. . . "

He could not see the ocean for the time being. Sometimes, he could smell the saltiness of the ocean.

It was very, very faint. If it wasn't for his cultivation, he wouldn't even be able to detect it.

He didn't know where the ocean was. If he continued at his current speed, he would probably be able to see the sea in a month or two at most.

As he muttered, Jiang Ting took out a formation plate and turned it into a concealment formation.

He then took out a piece of silver paper from his storage bag. The silver paper was trembling.

He had used up two pieces of the silver paper he had acquired from the sect during the investigation mission, and only had one left.

Now, there was suddenly an unusual movement. . . . There was no way there would be any movement for no reason. Perhaps the news of the ambush had already been sent back, or even confirmed, so the sect didn't know who it was. For some reason, they suddenly thought of him?

With a myriad of thoughts in mind, Jiang Ting's movements were not slow. A strand of magic power shot out and poured into the silver paper.

Half a breath later.

Almost half of the magic power in Jiang Ting's body was instantly extracted by the silver paper. After that, the paper crane instantly turned into a paper crane without any wind.

"Jiang Ting. " Yu Ze's voice was heard in an instant. When the voice faded, Yu Ze's appearance condensed in the flames.

Jiang Ting cupped his hands slightly. "Disciple greets Uncle-Master Yu Ze. "

Although his actions could not be seen through the flames, when he bowed, the subtle changes in his body could be seen clearly.

Yu Ze didn't waste any time. He asked directly, "There's no need for that. Where are you now?"

"Reporting to Martial Uncle, disciple is currently in the danger zone of the Azure Rainbow. "

After saying that, Jiang Ting asked again, "Uncle-Master, did Senior Brother Wu Peng and Senior Sister Ye Shiyu return to the sect? The sect also knew about Gu Ya's betrayal?"

"Yes, they came back. "

Yu Ze first nodded, then frowned slightly. "The Green Rainbow Danger Zone. . . You're still within the territory of the Autumn Water Pavilion? Sorry to trouble you. "

Jiang Ting pretended to be puzzled. "Martial Uncle, what's wrong?"

Yu Ze took a deep look and then said, "A few days ago, Ye Shiyu and Wu Peng returned to the sect. The news of Gu Ya's betrayal and almost the entire escort team were confirmed. Pill Peak's Elder Fan Weiran was furious. The sect took the lead and the three Golden Core elders left. In less than five days, the Black Feather Pavilion and the devil cultivators were uprooted. "

Jiang Ting was stunned for a moment before he reacted. "That Elder Fan is junior brother Fan Bowen's father?"

"That's right. Fan Weiran only has one son. He has been nurtured for many years, but he lost his life in one go. . . " At the end, Yu Ze shook his head and didn't speak.

Jiang Ting could also understand. . . The stronger the strength of a cultivator, the harder it was for them to have descendants.

Qi Refining was still fine.

Under normal circumstances, unless one was obsessed with the things in the room for a long time, most of them would only have one son. . . It was normal for a Golden Core cultivator to only have one son.0

There were even fewer children who had the talent to cultivate and inherit the family business.

After all, the union of cultivators and cultivators did not mean that their descendants would definitely have the qualifications to cultivate.

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