Chapter 597: Set off

Chapter 59 Departure
Time passed slowly, and soon more than two months passed.
For Xiao Fan, Murongxue's problem was a breeze. Within a few days, Murongxue's meridians recovered as before, and the venom in his body was also removed.
A month ago, Murong Xue left the Xiao family, and Xiao Fan did not stop him.
It is impossible for a person with a huge hatred in his heart to keep it, and it is useless to keep it. That obsession will haunt him every day.
It's like Xiao Fan himself. In his recent dreams, he would dream of the little witch, dreaming that he had gone to the holy city and wanted to pick up the little witch, but he was met with great difficulties.
He woke up from his dream several times every night, sweating, and even a little apprehensive in his heart, but it was the trial of killing the king that he had never dreamed of.
However, after Xiao Fan was sober, his goal was extremely firm.
He once said to the little witch that anyone who wanted to take the little witch away from him forcibly, unless he stepped on his body, Xiao Fan had always blamed himself the last time the little witch was taken away by Ye Linchen.
He secretly vowed that such a thing would never happen again, even if he was facing a war emperor, a war saint, so what?
Seeing that the time to kill the king was getting closer, Xiao Fan slowly adjusted his state to the best.
A month ago, Mo Tianya came out of the small space in the Xiao family's secret realm. He seemed to be many years younger. Although he has not recovered to his peak state for the time being, he is full of hope for the future.
Because his battle spirit is no longer limited to the eighth rank, but the ninth rank, which shows that he has the possibility and hope of attacking the battle saint.
Mo Tianya knew very well that this was Xiao Fan's contribution, and he was also very witty and didn't ask Xiao Fan anything. After all, this method of being able to mutate the battle spirit is completely against the sky in the battle spirit continent.
If others were to discover Xiao Fan's ability, Xiao Fan would definitely die or not.
Mo Tianya knew the stakes very well, so he just assumed that nothing happened. He stayed in the combat skill pavilion every day, read books, taught the Xiao family's children, and lived as usual.
As for the crazy wolf and the shadow wind, the two of them have been immersed in the comprehension of combat skills, and Xiao Fan taught them Tathue Wuhen and Streaming Stars.
Although the two of them had good talents, their understanding of combat skills was far inferior to Xiao Fan. They often consulted Xiao Fan for advice. Although their realm has not improved, their strength has also improved a lot.
For more than two months, Xiao Fan repeated the same things day after day, teaching, carving, and comprehending mood.
This is also the first time that Xiao Fan has not made great progress in realm for more than three months since he cultivated.
Of course, although his realm stays in the middle of the battle emperor realm, he can enter the later stage of the battle emperor at any time, just to participate in the trial of killing the king, and has been suppressing the cultivation base, so he did not deliberately want to break through.
Others may not know Xiao Fan's horror, but both Crazy Wolf and Shadow Wind are very clear, even if Xiao Fan is in the middle of the Emperor of War, if they really want to start their hands, they may not be Xiao Fan's opponents together.
"Huh." Xiao Fan breathed a sigh of relief, looking at a wood carving in his hand, with a doting smile on his face. The wood carving was not someone else but the little witch.
The woodcarving little witch is elegant and vulgar, and her eyes are like a clear spring. When she is looking forward to her, she has a light and vigorous air, beautiful and inconceivable, and Xiao Fan's mind is completely immersed in it.
This was the perfect face of the little witch in his mind more than half a year ago. If he were allowed to see what the little witch looks like now, it is estimated that Xiao Fan would have been angry for Hongyan.
"Almost, there are still more than half a year, I will definitely take you back." Xiao Fan looked at the wooden sculpture in his hand and smiled tenderly.
"The son." Suddenly, the mad wolf's voice sounded outside the door, and after a few words to Xiao Fan, he recovered.
Xiao Fan quickly put away the wooden sculpture in his hand, opened the door and walked out. Xiao Jin, Xiao Ming, Crazy Wolf, and Shadow Wind were waiting in the courtyard, and Xiao Han also stood by with a group of Xiao elders.
Even Mo Tianya was rare to appear here, and the aura exuding from his body became more and more unfathomable, which also made Xiao Fan a lot more relieved about the safety of the Xiao family and the fat man.
Outside the courtyard, there were two mighty golden lions standing, their appearances were similar to Xiaojin, but they were a little bigger.
The flowing cloud-like hair exudes a golden luster. These are Xiaojin's two brothers, who have mutated from a snow lion to a seventh-rank Liuyun golden lion, and have now broken through to the fifth rank.
This also confirmed the thoughts in Xiao Fan's mind. Xiao Jin might have mutated into a flowing cloud golden lion at the beginning, but he only waited for him to mutate into a ninth-grade golden holy lion. This also made Xiao Fan even more surprised by the white stone ability.
Today is a special day, Xiao Fan and the others are going to leave Xiao's house to participate in the trial of killing the king.
"Elder, second brother, everyone, take care." Xiao Fan didn't say much, and slightly bowed his hands to the crowd.
Here, many people are his elders. Although Xiao Fan once was just a trash in their eyes, now everyone is proud of him, and Xiao Fan has also abandoned his predecessors.
As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Ming instantly changed his body, Xiao Fan and several others stepped onto Xiao Ming's back and swept towards the sky.
"Nine-rank soul beast bloodline, Dark Night Falcon, Xiao Fan, I don't know what level you will reach next time you come back?" Mo Tianya muttered to himself, suddenly disappeared in place, and the courtyard returned to calm again.
Above the sky, clouds and mist flew from Xiao Fan's ears. Xiao Fan looked at the crazy wolf and Yingfeng and said, "Are you ready?"
"Okay." The two said without hesitation.
Xiao Fan nodded, then touched Xiaojin's head and smiled: "Xiaojin, Xiao Ming, this time the trial of killing the king, I can't take you with you. Then you will stay in the Shenzhen Pavilion."
"Roar." Xiao Jin roared softly, with a very reluctant expression on his face, and Xiao Ming turned around and whispered.
Xiao Fan smiled bitterly. He had also thought about taking Xiaojin and Little Wolf over. Anyway, the blood enchantment also knew his identity, but when I looked back, the blood enchantment knew, but others didn't.
If you openly participate in the Trial of Killing the King as Xiao Fan, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble, and the soul beast may not be allowed to carry it, so Xiao Fan decided to let them stay in Lihuo Imperial Capital.
"Okay, don't be angry. When you go to Wushuang Holy City, you will definitely take you." Xiao Fan said with a firm tone, then looked at the mad wolf and the shadow wind, and threw something at both of them: "This mask, you take on."
"Yes, son." The two nodded respectfully, participating in the trial of killing the king, it is best not to reveal their identity.
A few days later.
Lihuo Emperor City, the battlefield of life and death, a secret and wide conference hall, at this moment, stood full of monks, everyone wearing a mask, and exuding a powerful murderous aura.
One of the women in the red dress wearing a rose-shaped mask, glanced around from time to time, full of anxiety.
Beside her, is a man with purple robe and blood-haired, wearing a white mask. The white face is composed of countless small diamond-shaped crystals, which looks densely packed.
"Brother, why haven't they come yet?" the blood-colored rose woman said, obviously she is enchanting, and the one next to her is naturally bloodless.
"He will come." Xue Wujue said lightly.
"Everyone comes here to register their names, and they will leave after an hour. Those who fail to register in time are deemed to have waived." At this moment, a cold voice sounded.