Chapter 1670: Xiao Fan’s Small Temple

"Xiao Fan…" Zhangsun Ning was still dressed in a black robe, her features perfect, her figure slender. Upon seeing Xiao Fan, she was overjoyed and threw herself into his arms.

"Ning'er, how have you been lately?" Xiao Fan said with a smile, pulling Zhangsun Ning into his embrace.

"I've been fine, just… missing you."

"Good girl, I'm here now, aren't I?"

"…"

Upon seeing this scene, Valley Master Luo Tian was utterly speechless.

"Xiao Fan, you've seen your person, now call Wanxiang out so I can take a look." Valley Master Luo Tian said eagerly.

"It thinks you're dirty and doesn't want to see you." Xiao Fan said indifferently.

"You… don't be like that, hurry up!"

"Really, you and it have no affinity!"

"…"

Finally, under Valley Master Luo Tian's repeated entreaties, Xiao Fan still called Wanxiang out.

It was a pity…

Upon seeing Valley Master Luo Tian, Wanxiang immediately turned its head and returned into Xiao Fan's body, the kind of return where it wouldn't come out even if beaten to death.

"Sigh…" Valley Master Luo Tian let out a helpless, long sigh: "Why… is it not mine!"

"Because you're dirty…" Xiao Fan said indifferently, very heartlessly.

Xiao Fan took Zhangsun Ning's hand and left.

Since he had come, Zhangsun Ning naturally spent all her time accompanying Xiao Fan.

"Right, where are those two fellows, Mo Xie and Mo Yin?" Xiao Fan asked.

After the business at Tiangang Pavilion ended, those two fellows had disappeared.

Xiao Fan didn't even know if they were dead or alive.

"They are both still around…" Zhangsun Ning briefly explained what had happened back then.

"They have big lives; fools really do have foolish luck." Xiao Fan said indifferently.

"Mo Yin… has he been harassing you!" Xiao Fan asked.

"No, he hasn't… They now regard you as a deity in their hearts, and have even prepared an altar to worship you every day!" Zhangsun Ning said with a smile.

Xiao Fan: "…"

"I'm not dead yet, why are they worshipping me!" Xiao Fan was suddenly furious.

People only worship the dead; he was still alive!

Xiao Fan was fuming, intending to go find trouble with Mo Yin and Mo Xie, believing these two had ill intentions and were cursing him to die!

"They truly regard you as their idol…" Zhangsun Ning quickly stopped him and explained the reason to Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan had first forcefully slapped the two brothers in the face.

Then he took them to rob and extort within Tiangang Pavilion!

The number of Spirit Stones extorted made their scalps tingle.

And after doing such a huge thing, he was still able to retreat unscathed!!

Afterwards… Xiao Fan even forcefully suppressed a group of Peerless Experts from the Yao Race.

After reaching the Jiesheng Realm, he berated the Heavenly Tribulation!

After the two brothers, Mo Xie and Mo Yin, learned of these things, it was as if they had experienced it themselves, and feelings of admiration surged forth.

And then… they became Xiao Fan's most loyal and fanatical supporters!

"Really?" Xiao Fan was surprised; he never dreamed it would be like this!

"Really, come on, I'll take you to see." Zhangsun Ning said with a light laugh.

Then she led Xiao Fan away.

…

Mo Xie and Mo Yin… these two brothers had set up a small temple in Ghost World Valley, enshrining a portrait of Xiao Fan inside.

This temple was not big…

However, there were quite a few people coming and going every day.

On ordinary days, as long as the two brothers, Mo Yin and Mo Xie, were free, they would be in the temple.

If they were busy, there would also be others helping to manage this small temple.

In the temple, there were always people recounting the glorious deeds of Xiao Fan.

This also allowed the beings stuck in the Forbidden Land to find a place to relieve their boredom.

"Speaking of which… Xiao Fan once forcibly broke into the intersection of the three races; at that time he was still in the Yuding Realm… yet he dared to fight ten Shie Realm experts alone, and in the end, even slew the Human Race expert Yi Batian… What heroic spirit, what a Genius, what a Prodigy…"

Xiao Fan and Zhangsun Ning had just arrived nearby…

When they heard someone in the small temple telling stories about Xiao Fan, just like a storyteller.

Xiao Fan: "…"

It really is?

Zhangsun Ning covered her mouth and giggled.

Xiao Fan entered the small temple.

It was crowded with beings from various races, all there listening to the storytelling!

In the center of the small temple was his portrait… it was painted vividly and was extremely handsome!

And in front of the portrait, there were several plates of offerings!

There were even wine and candles!

Xiao Fan was a little broken.

He wasn't dead yet!

These were prepared for dead people!

Coincidentally, Mo Yin was also in the temple today…

Xiao Fan recognized him at a glance.

Mo Yin was listening to the storytelling with great relish…

When suddenly, he felt an inexplicable, terrifying Killing Intent!

"Hmm??" Mo Yin was stunned.

"Who!"

He looked in the direction of the Killing Intent.

And saw Xiao Fan glaring at him there!

"Xiao… Lord Xiao!"

Mo Yin exclaimed aloud.

The people nearby… were all stunned upon hearing the two words "Xiao Fan".

Then they followed the gaze of the astonished Mo Yin…

"Xiao… Xiao Fan?!"

"Rea, really Xiao Fan?!"

"Immortal Master!!"

"Lord Xiao!!"

"…"

Xiao Fan: "…"

These people who had just been listening to the story and watching were suddenly in an uproar.