When Chen Fan wakes up, the first thing he feels is a stabbing pain all over his body.

It seems that it took a lot of effort to open his eyes. Chen fan has a concerned cheek in front of him.

"Younger martial brother, are you awake?"

This speech, chen fan's eyes suddenly flash a touch of doubt, but a moment later, it returned to normal.

Compared with this little brother who listens to LAN Zong, he is now Chen Fan's identity.

Seeing the man who is concerned about him, chen fan has a name in his mind, even some specific introductions.

It has always been the memory of the body itself.

Chen fan also has his own views on his spirit coming across the long river of time.

He is not the whole person has arrived, just a wisp of spirit, or a memory, so attached to this little younger martial brother, there will be no impact.

The past things have passed, there can not be any change, chen fan is still passively experiencing it again.

It's just how to find out who the nameless old man was, and what happened to LAN Zong?

Chen fan has no answer for the time being. He can only play the role of a little younger martial brother.

He took a look at the elder martial brother. His face was white and he was about twenty years old. He was elegant and dignified.

Two strands of green silk hang down from the temples and tie them into a bun. They are meticulous and elegant.

Chen fan knows that the elder martial brother's name is Feng Shaohan. He is still the hope of LAN Zong. He is also the master of this body, or chen fan today, who cares most about it.

He even grew up watching him grow up as a brother.

"Elder martial brother, I'm not in the way."

Chen Fan took a long breath and felt the burning pain in his chest. Every time he gasped, he was like pulling a bellows.

However, the master brother Feng Shaohan felt the pulse for Chen fan. After a long time, he finally nodded and said with a smile: "it's said that the name of younger martial brother can be spread all over LAN Zong now."

"The skill of connecting with the imperial sword can fall from the air. You are a person."

After hearing the speech, chen fan could not help but burn his cheek and faltered and couldn't say anything.

This is not the original character of Chen fan. It's just that after the spirit has passed through, there are not many things that he can control. All the decisions are made by the real younger martial brother.

In fact, before coming here, the nameless old man explained that Chen Fan was destined to be only a spectator.

What he can get when he is a spectator depends on his own nature.

"Ha ha, come on, younger martial brother. You can have a rest. You have to practice and come to see you some other day."

Feng Shaohan smiles at Chen Fan's embarrassed appearance and turns around to leave. However, when he reaches the door, he still does not forget to turn back and tell him: "the way of practice is to be gradual and orderly, and be flexible. Don't rush in later. This time, the clan can save you, I can save you, but next time, who can save you?"

Chen fan can feel that the elder martial brother really cares about himself. Otherwise, why should he say such thankless words?

"Follow the instructions of my senior brother."

Chen Fan answered, the wind less cold this just satisfied to leave, at this time in the room, only chen fan a person.

He wanted to get up, but found that his body couldn't move at all, and the injury was obviously not cured.

So can only stare at the eyes of all around, calculate the idea in the heart.

In front of me is an ordinary hut. There is nothing unusual about it. However, with my eyes closed, the spiritual power wandering in the air is much stronger than the original world.

Chen fan even felt that if his body could come to this world together, he would get twice the result with half the effort!

It's just a pity that all this is extravagant.