Volume 2: Good and evil in the minds of scholars

The leader helped Han Fan pay the spirit stone, and the two walked out of the inn side by side.

"Brother, what are your plans next?" Han Fan asked.

"I can't go back to the small town. Now I'm all alone, ready to go to Nanzhou to spend some time." The leader sighed.

In fact, he had decided to go to Beizhou. He said that Nanzhou was to mislead Han Fan to prevent him from seeking revenge in the future. Although Beizhou was at the end of the Five Continents, it was the leader's favorite point. He would rather be a chicken head than fight.

Phoenix tail is his life motto.

Han Fen was curious as to why the leader said he could not return to the town. He felt as if he was unaware of something. However, the current peace between the two was only achieved temporarily due to the collision of various factors. He would not break it out of curiosity.

This kind of peace.

The leader sent Han Fan to the teleportation array, and the two of them actually acted out the sorrow of separation. The monks around them looked calm. Separation between life and death was not strange for a long time, let alone such a degree of gathering and separation.

But if I knew about the relationship between the two, would I still get used to it?

The teleportation array occupies about the size of a football field. In addition to the formation used for teleportation, there is also a place similar to a ticket office built nearby. The monks need to spend spiritual stones to purchase induction stones for teleportation. There are no induction stones.

Even if the monks enter the formation, they will be excluded and unable to teleport.

After the teleportation is completed, the induction stone needs to be returned to the responsible monk in another teleportation array. There are two channels in the teleportation array, one in and one out.

Seeing that Han Fen had disappeared in the flashing light of the formation, the leader put down his waving arm, curled his lips in disdain, turned around and hurried towards the gate of the town.

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The whole thing that comes into view is a white halo, with no end in sight. After a while, the world spins, and the scene changes.

"Why are there still no changes in this formation? Are you bullying me for not studying enough?" Han Fen said subconsciously.

He saw the monks who were teleported with him around him looking at him with disdain.

Han Fen looked at the scene in the town outside and saw that it was different. He smiled awkwardly and muttered in a low voice why the two teleportation arrays were built exactly the same.

Follow the monk in front of you out of the about 20-meter-long exit passage. After exiting the passage, you arrive at the outside of the teleportation array. There are stone houses on the left and right. On one side are those who sell induction stones and on the other side are those who return induction stones. The ground is uniformly covered with cracks.

It is paved with stone slabs and looks a bit artistic.

After walking out of the passage, a monk did not return the induction stone and flew away in the air. It turned out to be a fifth-level monk. The first thing Han Fan saw was the reaction of the monk in charge at the window. He saw the other monk looking at the flying monk calmly.

There is no sense of urgency.

Seeing this scene, he was immediately filled with expectations. He was not expecting him to fly freely in the sky, but he was just looking forward to what would happen if he did not return the induction stone.

"Should I chop off a finger, chop off the hand directly, or break the leg?" Han Fan pinched his chin and thought with interest.

Sooner or later, I saw a faint afterimage streaking across the sky, and there were two "bang bang" sounds, one was the fist hitting the flesh, and the other was the flesh hitting the stone floor. The interval between the two sounds was only a blink of an eye.

When he looked again, dust had stirred up on the ground. The monks nearby did not react and inhaled a large mouthful of dust into their lungs, choking and coughing.

A monk frowned and waved his sleeves to disperse the dust. A deep pit was blasted out of the ground. Han took a few steps closer to check. The five-level monk who took the sensor stone and ran away was lying in the ruins covered in blood.

The breath is as weak as a candle flame in the wind, swaying uncertainly.

A man with pigtails tied with straw rope walked slowly over. As he walked, he threw the sensor stone in his hand into the air and then caught it. The man had bronze skin, a face like a knife, and a straight nose.

The cold outline brewed a cold temperament, but the soft-lined red phoenix eyes covered up that sharp edge, making him a bit more coquettish and soft. Not to mention his cultivation, his appearance could make countless women admire him.

The man wiped the stubble on his chin, threw the induction stone to the monk in charge, glanced at Han Fan, whistled and turned away.

In just a few breaths, several monks from the third realm came over to carry the person away, followed closely by an earth-attribute monk from the fifth realm. He must have cultivated a technique to control soil, sand and stones, and directly opened the pit.

After repairs, the fragments of the stone floor were put back together again, forming new cracks.

Looking at the cracked stone floor again, Han Fen suddenly felt a shudder.

After leaving the empty and clean teleportation formation, he was immediately greeted by a lively street. Monks were coming and going, wearing cyan clothes, black practice clothes, red tulle, purple scabbards, and white hats. Han Fan only

I feel like my eyes are filled with colors.

Han Fen was dressed in a green spiritual robe and merged into the surging crowd. His bright figure was still conspicuous even in the crowd.

Thinking back on the entire process of escaping from the small town to Taigu North Town, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Han Fen slowed down and looked at the buildings and monks in the town with interest.

When we arrived at Taikoo South Town, there were still three months left to travel to Central Continent. If there were no problems along the way, there would be enough time.

Thinking of steamed buns, Han Fan went to a steamed bun shop and ordered a basket of steamed buns. The business of the steamed bun shop was pretty good. The two Four Realm monks at the next table had just put a steaming steamed bun into his mouth. A red stick

He stuck out his tongue and put all the remaining seven buns in the cage into his mouth.

Looking along the tongue, I saw a lizard-like alien beast with a wide body and a flat back. It was pulling a tall stack of goods on it. It was obviously a tamed alien beast.

"I'm sorry, brothers. This beast is naturally gluttonous and can't change his bad habits. I'll pay the money for the buns to both of you." The monk obviously encountered this situation often. He put down three low-grade spiritual stones and urged the different people.

The beast left.

The monk was able to use three spiritual stones to apologize, which shows that he has a strong foundation. Although the alien beast is greedy, if you pay attention, you will find that it is a fifth-level low-level alien beast. Using such an alien beast to attract goods, then this

How precious are the goods? It’s best not to mess with such people easily.

The two Fourth Realm monks are not people who care about things. Although the meat stuffing in this bun comes from fourth-level exotic beasts and is worth a lot of money, it is far less valuable than three low-grade spiritual stones.

This scene was something Han Fan had never seen in Beizhou. Beizhou was too backward, and all the monks who owned exotic beasts regarded them as treasures, so how could they easily show them off.

The steamed buns were on the table, steaming over them, and a white mist filled his eyes. Vaguely, Han Fan saw that there was an extra person on the seat opposite, or to be more precise, there was an extra child.

"Baozi, the buns here are very good. Try the newly released buns." Han Fan said this deliberately to stimulate Baozi.

Baozi glanced at Han Fan with great disdain, then picked up a bun and gnawed it.

"Haha." Han Fen laughed, with sadness in his smile.

"What?" Baozi asked without raising his head.

"Remembering a person, we had a trial together at the border. In the end, because I underestimated the enemy, he was stabbed and fell into the river and was never seen again." Speaking of the little monk, Han Fan couldn't help but blush.

"Yo!" Baozi sighed. He could actually see something like tears. When was the last time he saw it? Two hundred years ago? Baozi patted his head and tried to remember.

"If he is not found, it means he is not dead yet." Han Fen said to himself.
Chapter completed!