“The core character of Beiqiong?”

Chen Fan frowned.

The core of Beiqiong is naturally Fang Qiong, parents, grandfather Chen Huai'an, An Sister, and Chen Fan, Xue Daisha, Axiu, Yu Wenjing and so on. Secondly, it is necessary to count the number of Xiuyan and Huayunfeng's pillars of Beiqiong. They have been inherited as early as ten years ago. Now, if they are alive, it is estimated that they will become Jindan. Below, it is the elders of the gods at the time of Beiqiong, or the relatives of the Jinling Chen family.

In addition to these three waves of people, the other, can only be regarded as the periphery of the North Qiong faction, not the core. What Chen Fan met during this time was basically the periphery of the year.

"Yes, who I am not sure about, but there is news that he will definitely appear in the exchange meeting." Tang Hao nodded, she looked tired and vicissitudes, covered with dust, obviously this time for Chen Fandong to go west and explore a lot of.

"Well, thank you Tang Yan, I understand." Chen Fan nodded, and he was more grateful to her.

He finally decided to stay, after all, this is Tang Yi’s mind, even if it’s just empty joy, it doesn’t matter.

...

The full name of the exchange meeting was 'Jiangbei cultivation high-end event', and the publicity was very grand.

As the highest peak of Jiangbei, the gathering of high-level cultivators is held once a year, and today it has almost become the signature of Jiangbei. Every year, as long as this time, the warriors and practitioners of several provinces around will rush in.

At this cultivating event, there are not only veteran gods, but also younger generations of practitioners. It is undoubtedly the fastest way to win a name and to be famous throughout the provinces of Jiangbei and around. There are even many TV stations, media and live broadcast platforms, which are broadcast live. If anyone can win the first prize in one fell swoop, it will be quickly known to the whole world.

"You go too? You have no training, no physical skills, even Lv Yang challenges people who dare to pick up, but also to practice exchanges?" Jiang Feifei blurted out.

"Xiao Fei, how do you talk to your brother Chen?" Tang Yan looked cold on the spot.

Jiang Feifei had to apologize. Although she was known for her enthusiasm in the atmosphere, she did not care about the little girl. However, she was also wronged at the moment. Naturally, she did not give Chen Fan a good face and bowed her head to play with her mobile phone.

Chen Fanle’s happy.

The location of the party was unexpected. It was not in any city in Jiangbei, but it was out of Jiangbei and went to the junction of Dongjiang Province. As the destination approaches, Chen Fan is getting more and more dignified. He is very familiar with this place.

Qingyang Town!

In the last life, Chen Fan was invited by Zhou Tianhao, where he met the first disciple, Axiu, while defeating Lin Hu and reaching the top of the river.

‘Is this a reincarnation? ’

Chen Fan does not believe in fate, but this thing is too coincidental. He even has a hunch in his mind. This trip will inevitably meet the acquaintance of the year. Even, probably the most familiar ones. But who is it, Chen Fan can't tell, the road is unknown.

Today's Qingyang Town is more than twice as big as it was in the past, and it has already been expanded into a small town. Especially with the holding of the first Jiangbei exchange event, there are many people who do not know how many warriors, warlocks, and practitioners are pouring in, and the bustling cities where early adulthood is full of sounds.

Chen Fan bid farewell to Tang Yan and walked in the city.

Passing by, at least the foundation-based monks, the masters of the Xuanjing are not in the minority, and even occasionally can see one or two of the gods. Nothing is full of gas, surrounded by a group of people, dragons and tigers, wherever they pass, the crowd is divided like a tide.

"It’s really bustling."

Chen Fan sighed.

Qingyang Town was just a very rustic town. The former guest house was only two stories. A Xiu is one of the small waiters. But now Qingyang Town, high-rise buildings, rich and full of land. Even the cultivators are far more than the average city. There are various cultivator shops everywhere, and the shoulders are all repaired and become a city of cultivation.

"Hey, Chen, are you here too?"

A familiar voice came.

When Chen Fan turned his head, he saw Yan Junze. Behind him was a son of Chuzhou. Two or three hundred pounds of chubby Yan Junze hurried up, grabbed Chen Fan's shoulder and introduced it to Chen Fan.

But the men and women of the rich families in Chuzhou have long seen Chen Fan refuse Lu Wei's appearance. He was sentenced to death in his heart, but he nodded politely, but he refused to be a thousand miles away. Some little girls have even a hint of disdain in their eyes.

"Chen Xiong..." Yan Junze saw this, very embarrassing.

"Nothing, you play." Chen Fan patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave. Yan Junze stayed in the same place, his eyes were struggling, and he finally followed.

"Hey, are you not afraid to be like me, from the upper level of Chuzhou?" Chen Fan was curious.

"Oh, I don't see a pleasing person in my face. Every day I am with the group of people. If I don't listen to myself, I have to vomit." Yan Junze patted her face with anger and finally revealed: " That is, a group of ordinary sons, if you are a practitioner like Lu Yang and Chu Yun, I naturally don’t dare."

"Haha."

Chen Fan smiled.

This is the real person.

The two strolled in Qingyang Town, and went to the outside of the town to see the venue of the event. It was indeed luxurious, ten times bigger than the top stadium. According to Yan Junze, the venues were made of special alloy materials. I would also like to ask the sect of the squad to lay down the squad and be able to hold the innate monk. In order to build this exchange field alone, it will cost one billion yuan.

"Hey, the exchange meeting has actually started. Their small circles have communicated privately, but ordinary people like us can only look outside. After they have finished communicating and determined everything, they can go in and watch. But even then, A ticket, all copied to hundreds of thousands of days." Yan Junze lamented.

According to him.

Like Lu Yang, Chu Yun, Zhao Mingkong, Jiang Feifei, the younger generation with the foot, it is estimated that under the leadership of adults, I would like to meet one and the other highly respected seniors. If you accidentally get caught up with a predecessor, you might end up as a disciple and even pass on a magical spell. And ordinary people like them have no qualifications to meet.

"Right, it is said that this grand event will not only come to the Sun Palace, but even the first beautiful woman in the south of the Yangtze River who has not appeared before will appear." Yan Junze said mysteriously.

"You."

Chen Fan is funny, this guy really does not forget the beauty.

...

At this time, Chu Minghui and Tang Yifei, sitting in a black car, low-key into Qingyang Town.

"Confirmed? Is the remnant of the Beiqiong faction really here?" Chu Minghui bowed his head.

"Well, it will not be wrong. This annual training event, there are their presence behind them. They specially set the event in Qingyang Town, obviously want to wait for Chen Beixuan to return. But it is said that with the grand event, the intervention The forces are increasing, and the struggle for the interests is becoming more and more fierce. The surviving Beiqiong faction is shrinking. Today, it is estimated that there are few."

Tang Yifei whispered. "If you say the whole earth, who else may have the news of Chen Beixuan, only they are"

"it is good."

Chu Minghui nodded, his eyes fixed.

This day, not only Chu Minghui, Tang Yifei and others. There are also many people who are familiar or unfamiliar with Chen Fan. With the traffic, they come from Qingyang Town in all directions. ...

Outside Qingyang Town, Yiwan is surrounded by a vast lake, a beautiful bamboo building.

A youthful 14-year-old girl dressed in a white exercise suit is preparing to go out and say hello to a white-haired old man sitting in a chair: "Show, I am going."

The old man was full of wrinkles, opened his eyes and looked at the girl's back. He tried to stay a few times and finally sighed.

The girl’s footsteps dipped away, and on her chest’s clothes, she painted two words:

‘North Qiong! ’

PS: The fourth is more, there is a more ^_^