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Episode 2 The Ancient Holy Body Chapter 11 War Silence

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    "What's going on? Where's Da Mao?"

    Fan Zhuo was so shocked that he jumped up on the spot, with a big hair on his head, and then disappeared without a trace. Could it be that he ate a lot of Yuan Jing and attained enlightenment on the spot?

    Fan Zhuo looked at the Yuan Refining Pot in his hand, and a thought suddenly came to his mind. Could it be that Da Mao ran inside?

    Fan Zhuo thought earlier that it would be great if Da Mao could enter the Yuan Refining Pot!  Unexpectedly, as soon as this idea came up, Da Mao disappeared without a trace and disappeared out of thin air. Is this a coincidence?

    And the imaginary Da Mao appeared in the Yuan Refining Pot. Although it was unbelievable to think about it, Fan Zhuo still had some hope and slowly opened the lid of the pot.

    At this glance, Fan Zhuo became even more confused. There was nothing else in the Yuan Refining Pot except some Yuan Crystals obtained from hunting wild beasts. So where did Da Mao go?

    Fan Zhuo searched around to no avail, and finally fixed his sights on the Yuan Refining Pot.

    "Da Mao, if you are in the pot, come out!"

    Fan Zhuo didn't know why he said these words, but after he said it, there was no halo or anything surprising. Da Mao appeared in front of Fan Zhuo very naturally, as if this guy had always existed.  , people can¡¯t imagine how it came into existence from scratch!

    "This Da Mao was really in the pot just now?"

    Fan Zhuo was confused. He had looked into the pot before, but there was nothing else except Yuan Jing. So if Da Mao went to the pot, where would he hide it?

    With the idea of ??testing, Fan Zhuo said with expectation in his eyes:

    "Da Mao, hurry up and get into the pot."

    Sure enough, Da Mao disappeared from the same place again, disappearing out of thin air

    Fan Zhuo was stunned. He had made all preparations to observe this scene, so he didn't blink at all. The disappearance of Da Mao was also so sudden. This not only made Fan Zhuo full of doubts, but also made him overjoyed.

    This time Fan Zhuo didn¡¯t make a sound, thinking about making Da Mao appear in his mind. Suddenly, Da Mao¡¯s figure, which was two heads taller than Fan Zhuo, appeared in front of him. At the same time, Fan Zhuo couldn¡¯t help laughing wildly:

    "Hahaha! The Yuan Refining Pot is really worthy of being my treasure! Can Da Mao be allowed to come in and out at will? Beiyuan Ancient Mine? Only martial arts cultivators at the Life Palace level and below can enter? Haha, with Da Mao, who can compete with me?  baby!"

    Fan Zhuo was extremely proud, and even acted extremely hysterical. He was so crazy. We can't blame him for his immaturity. We can only say that this is an opportunity for a mortal young man with no background, no qualifications, and no foundation to rise!

    Fan Zhuo thought that even if he entered the Beiyuan Ancient Mine, through some underhanded tactics, he might be able to pick up some small advantages if he was lucky, but he could only keep his eyebrows down and watch other people's faces and actions.  However, Fan Zhuo's thoughts suddenly changed drastically at this time. If he could bring the corpse into the ancient mine and make good use of it, he would be able to turn his hands into clouds and rain, and no one would be able to compete with him.  , grab the magic weapon, grab the divine elixir, do whatever you want!

    Although Fan Zhuo has no way of knowing whether the legend of the Beiyuan ancient mine is true or false, and whether there was really an ancient barbarian who was hunted into the mine with a "Barbarian God Pill" countless years ago, in short, with the help of Mao Zhi, Fan Zhuo also feels that  The pressure suddenly disappeared. Even if the rumors were false, it would be good to be able to enter and harvest some Yuanjing!

    Fan Zhuo's eyes fell on his face with curiosity at this time. He looked at his fur corpse, but the more he looked at it, the happier he became. He patted the fur corpse and put it into the Yuan Refining Pot with a thought.

    " Then Fan Zhuo said hello, and the saber-toothed tiger Xiao Hei who was playing with butterflies not far away also came happily. With the idea of ??giving it a try, Fan Zhuo moved his mind again and put Xiao Hei into the Yuan Refining Pot as well.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? out and there was no change, Fan Zhuo was relieved, and finally put it into the pot of alchemy, and headed towards the Beiyuan Ancient Mine.

    I made an appointment with the tomboy Chu Lian to wait on the road. It is estimated that today the tomboy and the powerful people at the Ming Palace level and below selected from the major sects will come to explore the Beiyuan ancient mine.

    It was approaching noon. Fan Zhuo was nesting on the treetop, eating pancakes and drinking water. The result of his long wait was finally here.

    Some figures in the distance appeared in sight. Fan Zhuo had excellent eyesight. When he looked, the person leading the group was none other than Zhang Fu, the tomboy servant of Chu Lian.

    Behind Zhang Fu were some unfamiliar faces, obviously the disciples selected from various sects to enter the mine.

    Chu Lian, the tomboy, was also among them. His outfit had changed. He was no longer dressed in fine clothes, but was now dressed in coarse linen.  When the distance was close, Fan Zhuo could see Lian's appearance clearly. He still had delicate facial features and a heroic spirit between his brows, making him a perfect beauty.

    Fan Zhuo jumped down from the treetop. When Chu Lian saw Fan Zhuo, a look of surprise appeared on his pretty face and he rushed over.He punched Fan Zhuo twice in the chest and praised him for keeping his promise. He came over to explore this ancient Beiyuan mine with him.

    When Zhang Fu saw Fan Zhuo, a cold light flashed in his eyes. If Chu Lian hadn't stopped him, he might have come over to question him.

    Although Zhang Fu didn¡¯t show any strange expression on his face afterwards, he was still thinking about it:

    The debt for inducing the little master to eat the King's meal last time has not yet been settled. This boy is really brave. He dares to show up here and wait for the little master to separate from him before he gets rid of him.

    Zhang Fu¡¯s thoughts will naturally not show on his face. Fan Zhuo also doesn¡¯t know that this powerful innate realm among the immortal cultivators is already thinking about him. If he knew, why would he talk about entering the ancient mine?  Fan Zhuo had already run away!

    There were a lot of people on this trip. There were more than 20 guards around Chu Lian. Everyone was breathing heavily. It was obvious that just one of them could easily kill him.

    The number of disciples selected from various major sects in the rear was even more numerous. According to Fan Zhuo's visual inspection, there were more than a hundred disciples, which showed how seriously each major sect attached importance to the exploration of the ancient mine.

    Chu Lian, a tomboy, expressed his stance and mentioned to Zhang Fu that Fan Zhuo wanted to go into the mine with him. Although Zhang Fu repeatedly tried to dissuade him, he could not resist. In desperation, he could only give Fan Zhuo a vague glare and agreed.  .

    With so many people, the group finally arrived at the foot of a mountain after two hours of walking. There were also some martial practitioners guarding the area, obviously to hinder outsiders who came after hearing the news. What Fan Zhuo didn't expect was that  The heads of many large and small sects such as Qingzong Yufeng, Yipintang Tuluo, Zhanmen Zhanmo, Guiyuanzong Shangguan Jinghong, and even Wuzong Lu Xian are also here.

    Zhan Mo saw Fan Zhuo at the first sight and immediately laughed and said:

    "Fan Zhuo, hahaha, it is true that you and I are destined to meet again. I will accept your disciple in a silent war!"

    Everyone glanced at Fan Zhuo with strange eyes. Among the group of people, Fan Zhuo's own strength was obviously the lowest, but it was unexpected for many that the master of the war sect would take the initiative to accept him as a disciple.  Unexpected.

    People such as Yu Feng, Tu Luo, etc. can be regarded as understanding that during the assessment, this boy Fan Zhuo was amazing. He was able to talk to all the powerful people about his views on cultivating the mind, and what he said was very reasonable.  At that time, what this person said was that the aura he exuded was extraordinary. It was a belief, a spiritual aura that treated one's future path unruly and only adhered to one's original intention.

    "If this Fan Zhuo belongs to a superior life source, and has such a character and insights, he will definitely become a disciple that the masters of the major sects are competing for.  Even though he has a medium life source, he is regarded as a malleable talent. However, this kid is only a low life source. Even if he accumulates it through panacea, the price will be too heavy and cannot be accepted by the major sects.

    And that Zhan Mo actually wants to accept Fan Zhuo as his disciple, this is not worth thinking about in the eyes of the major sect masters who are familiar with Zhan Mo and understand Zhan Mo. Because Zhan Mo specializes in martial arts and forging the body,  On the contrary, Yuan Li takes second place, which is the direct reason why the number of Zhanmen disciples is sparse.

    Fan Zhuo bowed and bowed. Although he had a pleasant smile on his face, he was actually happy in his heart. He had clearly heard Zhan Mo's message before, promising to accept him as his direct disciple and become the master of a sect.  His direct disciple, anyone would be extremely excited to think about it, not to mention that he is a low-level life source, a mortal who can make a lot of money in the world.

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