Even though the figure was extremely fast, Nan Yuan only had time to catch a glimpse.

However, Nan Yuan's savage eyes still found the difference with this one glance.

It is indeed a person, not as he imagined, turning into a tiger or a bear.

Not only that, but the clothes this person was wearing were the lake-blue robes and white undershirts uniformed by the inner disciples of the Xuantian Sect.

Tan Feng's usual clothes are much looser than ordinary people, but when Nan Yuan glanced at it, the loose long gown was completely supported by Tan Feng, and the hem that was originally ankle length was shortened a lot.

It's hard to estimate how tall it is, but originally Tan Feng was a little lower than Qing Moyu by one or two centimeters, about 1.83 meters. Now the hem of the clothes is showing so much, just now the taller Tan Feng is probably tall. Can reach one meter nine.

If there are other people on this mountain, Nan Yuan will think that someone else came out of Tan Feng's house, and maybe Tan Feng's little disciple has something unexpected happened.

But in the whole mountain, he and Tan Feng were the only ones, not to mention that he heard the movement in the house not long ago, so naturally he would not mistake this person for someone else.

It's just that this is weird.

Tan Feng is such a decent person, why did he suddenly become one size bigger?

Could it be that there is something special about his physique or bloodline?

The situation is not very clear, Nan Yuan temporarily retained the previous guess.

Although Tan Feng tonight has only grown one size larger and has not transformed into his body, this does not rule out that Tan Feng is not a monster.

And the musky scent on Tan Feng's body...

Thinking of this, Nan Yuan threw a detoxification pill into her mouth, then let go of her sense of smell, and followed the faint scent in a leisurely way.

Unless the big Tan Feng can fly to the sky, where else can he hide in such a short time.

Nan Yuan stopped and walked on the mountain, looking east and west.

At a certain moment, the musky scent that was sometimes absent at that time seemed to be in sight, but as soon as Nan Yuan approached, the scent dissipated again.

At this time, I looked around for a week, and there was no one around, and there was no hiding place at all.

It would be interesting to be able to hide it under his nose.

What's more, Nan Yuan hides his figure and breath at this time, but this kid seems to be able to sense where he is and can always avoid him.

In the end, Nan Yuan simply stopped hiding and wandered freely in the mountains.

After wandering around like this, he suddenly fixed his eyes somewhere, looked at it for a while, then looked away casually, and then seemed to be talking to himself: "Where did this kid go, I'm really looking for it, don't you? It was taken away by some beast, hehe..."

After he finished speaking, he put his hands on his back and walked away gracefully.

However, the direction he went to was not his residence, but Tan Feng's wing.

When the old man who was referring to him walked away, a branch on a big tree next to him trembled slightly, and then the void fluctuated, revealing a tall figure.

The man jumped gently and fell from the tree, just stepping in the shadow of the tree.

When he paced out of the shadow of the tree, his whole body was bathed in the silver light of the full moon, as if his entire body was covered with a layer of frost, looking extremely cold.

After standing still for a while, the man stretched out his hand and pinched a tactic. The originally too tall and straight figure suddenly shrank, and in the blink of an eye, he changed back to Tan Feng's original appearance, and the raging coldness on his body also restrained by him.

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Nan Yuan entered the house of Tan Feng's little disciple and grandson, and sat at the table.

Although the musk smell in this room is also weak, it is much stronger than the outside, and the fragrance is a little intoxicating.

Tan Feng likes to use incense on weekdays, and there is always a smell of incense on his body. Nan Yuan thought that this kid loved this incense smell for a while, but I learned tonight that this is just to cover up the smell on my body.

In fact, the smell is not strong, at least it is usually not strong. If Tan Feng didn't cover it up with incense on purpose, it wouldn't make Nanyuan suspicious.

People will come back sooner or later, but Nan Yuan did not expect this kid to come back so quickly.

Moreover, the Tan Feng who came back is still the original size, not one size larger.

Nan Yuan raised her eyebrows slightly: After such a short time, you changed back again?

"Master." Tan Feng's eyes fell on him, and he held his forehead: "It turned out that it was really you, and the disciple thought it was some big devil who broke into the Xuan Tianzong by mistake, and was going to find you."

Nan Yuan squinted at him and smiled faintly.

Nice, looks pretty similar.

If it weren't for those eyes that were too calm, it looked like an old fox with a deep mind. At this time, Tan Feng was indeed very similar to the usual Tan Feng.

"The entire immortal mountain is the site of the deity. Which big devil dares to enter here without fear of death?"

"Then the master went directly to the door to find the disciple. Why did he hide in the dark? The disciple was scared to death by the master just now."

Nan Yuan said nonsense: "I do this, naturally, I don't want to disturb you. If you learn that I am visiting you in person, you will be frightened."

Tan Feng:  …

"The master is worried, the disciple is fine, but the night when my mother died was the full moon, so every few days, my mood will be lower."

This explanation makes sense.

Nan Yuan snorted, got up and patted his shoulder, and said with the tone of an elder to the younger generation: "In the future, Shizu will be your relative, if you don't mind, you don't need to call him Shizu in the future. I say grandpa. Grandpa will cover you in the future."

A coldness flashed across Tan Feng's eyes very quickly, and he still said in Tan Feng's usual tone: "The disciple does not dare, just call the disciple Master."

Nan Yuan gave him a meaningful look.

Yo, it's an old thing indeed.

Only an old thing would be so reluctant to call another old thing grandpa.

However, today's test is enough, Nan Yuan did not intend to continue, and left here after sending the warmth of the elders.

Tan Feng quietly watched him walk away, and after making sure that he would not go and return, he closed the window abruptly, and then stamped the double seal on the door and window.

The moment the French seal fell, Tan Feng changed.

His body quickly rose a lot. On the originally delicate and beautiful face, all the soft lines became tough, the eyebrows like ink paintings were like a pair of unsheathed swords, the end of the eyes was sharper, and the bridge of the nose became higher and higher. Tight, the cheek lines have become like a knife-cut axe, with clear edges and corners.

These two faces, one after the other, look very similar at first glance.

But at a second glance, you will find that the two faces are very different.

The original Tan Feng was indifferent between males and females, like a handsome bamboo, but now Tan Feng is resolute and handsome, like a heroic pines and cypresses.

The pines and cypresses were also covered with a layer of white snow, and with just a slight movement, it seemed as if ice and snow were falling.

Tan Fengjian frowned slightly, and his voice was low and deep, "Humans are inherently cunning, let alone a human who has lived for thousands of years. How could I provoke this person..."