Regarding the matter of his fate, Chen Fan thought that it might not be that simple, but his cultivation level is still too low to be exposed to so many secrets.

Looking at it now, carrying the Fateful Star will be Chen Fan's greatest secret. It is at the same level as the things he has traveled through. It must not be known to anyone, even the closest person.

After all, if everyone knows that Chen Fan has a ten-fold increase in cultivation speed, then he hasn't become an abnormal furnace. Does any major figure want to take home after seeing it?

So for his own safety, Chen Fan must hide deeply.

Fortunately, Yinghu Mingxing has no substance and can be transformed into any image. Even if it comes to everyone, it will not show its original appearance. This is equivalent to solving Chen Fan's big trouble.

After thinking about this, Chen Fan also understood why Mu Yunhai was worried.

After all, he didn't know what Chen Fan's fate star was. Now that Li Haoran had a third-level fate star and he had already been promoted to the realm of a martial artist, he was a little nervous about the decisive battle three months later.

Looking at Mu Yunhai firmly, Chen Fan said: "Master, you don't have to worry, the road of martial arts practice is not full of thorns. I, Chen Fanruo, can't even beat a little Li Haoran, and I have no face to continue the road of martial arts. Up!"

At this moment, Chen Fan shot an incomparable momentum from all over his body, and even Mu Yunhai was shocked.

"After three months, I will take his first rank. This is my obsession with Chen Fan!"

"Okay!" Mu Yunhai was already infected by Chen Fan's determination. He slapped the wooden table beside him suddenly and said: "Fan'er, you have such confidence and I am very pleased to be a teacher. No matter what you encounter in the future, As a teacher, I must stand firmly by your side!"

Such an exchange finally dispelled Mu Yunhai's doubts in his heart. At this moment, Mu Yunhai was so proud and dry, looking at his disciple, he felt infinite pride in his heart.

But then, he seemed to think of something, and sighed.

Chen Fan glanced at Mu Yunhai. He had long known that his master might have experienced many things that he didn't want to mention. As a disciple, Chen Fan thought he should help Mu Yunhai share some.

"If the master has anything to say, you can tell the disciple as much as you can. It won't help to keep it in your heart."

Mu Yunhai sighed, looked at Chen Fan with relief, and finally said the words that had been dull in his heart for more than ten years.

The sea of ??solid wood clouds originally had a family, and it was a good couple in Tianwu Academy that everyone envied.

There is also a lovely son.

But fifteen years ago, on a thunderstorm night, Mu Yunhai was about to break through to the realm of martial arts in the iron forest. His wife and son were killed by enemies who sneaked into Tianwu. Although Mu Yunhai walked out of the academy and killed all his enemies, But still did not find the real man behind the scenes.

In frustration, he never asked about world affairs anymore, and was ready to spend his life in contacts.

At the same time, he also resented himself very much. If he didn't break through that rainy night, wouldn't everything happen?

But the more you think about it, the faster Mu Yunhai's cultivation level will be promoted, as if God is taunting him fiercely. Originally, he was not very talented, but he reached the peak of martial arts in more than ten years. Realm.

But what about it, what is lost can never be obtained again.

At this moment, Chen Fan only felt that Mu Yunhai seemed to be a little older. He raised his head and stroked his cheek. He opened his mouth and said, "If my son is still alive, I am afraid that you will be as tall as you. Good friends..."

A drop of muddy old tears flowed, and Chen Fan finally knew why Mu Yunhai had always cared for him so much.

Because he had already regarded himself as his dead son.