Chapter 1450: Big brother, little brother

When Chen Fan woke up, the first thing he felt was tingling pains all over his body.
As if it took a lot of effort to open his eyes, Chen Fan was facing a concerned cheek.
"Little Junior Brother, are you awake?"
As soon as he said this, Chen Fan's eyes suddenly flashed suspiciously, but after a while he returned to normal.
Compared to the younger brother of Ting Lanzong, he is now Chen Fan.
And seeing the man looking at him with concern, a name or even some specific introductions appeared in Chen Fan's mind.
It has always been the memory of the body itself.
Chen Fan also has his own views on his soul coming over a long period of time.
He didn't come as a whole, but just a ray of soul, or a memory, so being possessed by this little junior would not have any effect.
The past events are over, there can be no change, Chen Fan is still passively experiencing it again.
Just how to find out who the nameless old man was, and what happened to the last Ting Lan Sect?
Chen Fan doesn't have an answer for the time being, he can only play the role of a good junior.
He glanced at the big brother, his face was pale and he looked at about twenty years old, handsome and handsome.
Two strands of blue silk fell from the sideburns, and his head was tied into a bun, meticulous and graceful.
Chen Fan knew that his senior brother's name was Feng Shaohan, he still listened to Lanzong's hope, and he was also the master of this body, or that Chen Fan is the person who cares most about now.
Even the relatives who have watched him grow up since childhood, are like brothers.
"Big brother, I'm fine."
Chen Fan let out a sigh of relief, only to feel a fierce pain in his chest. Every time he breathed, he whispered like a bellows.
But when I saw the senior brother Feng Shaohan taking Chen Fan's pulse, after a long time he finally nodded and smiled: "Speaking of which, the name of the junior brother can now be heard from Lanzong."
"You can even fall from mid-air with the art of contacting swordsman, you can be considered a talent."
After hearing the words, Chen Fan couldn't help but his cheeks were hot, and he couldn't say anything.
This wasn't the original Chen Fan's character, it was just that after the spirit came from the traverse, there were not many things he could control at all. Everything was a decision made by the real little junior.
In fact, the unknown old man had explained before coming here that Chen Fan was destined to be only a spectator.
What he can get when he is a spectator depends on his luck.
"Haha, Junior Brother, you can rest at ease, Brother still has to practice, and I will see you another day."
Feng Shaohan smiled when he saw Chen Fan's embarrassment, and turned around to leave, but when he walked to the door, he didn't forget to turn his head and exhorted: "The way of cultivation is gradual. There is tension and relaxation. You must not venture forward. Zongmen can save you this time, I can save you, but next time you rush in, who can save you?"
Chen Fan can feel that the big brother really cares for him, otherwise why would he say such thankless words?
"Follow the teachings of big brother."
Chen Fan answered, Feng Shaohan left with satisfaction. At this time, only Chen Fan was left in the room.
He wanted to get up, but found that his body couldn't move at all, obviously his injuries had not healed.
Therefore, he could only stare straight at everything around him, thinking about the thoughts in his heart.
There was an ordinary thatched hut in front of him. There was nothing unusual about it, but with the eyes closed, the spiritual power wandering in the air was much stronger than the original world.
Chen Fan was even a little bit emotional. If his body could come to this world together, he would have done twice the result with half the effort in this practice!
It's just a pity, all this is after all extravagant hopes.