Xianhong Road

Chapter 10
"Huh? Where did the person go?"

Eighth Uncle walked into the other courtyard with a few hooligans, but he didn't see Yang Fan's shadow.

It can be said that when Yang Fan went in, they immediately followed, and it was impossible not to see a figure.

"Search for me!"

Uncle Eight's eyes flickered coldly, and he asked the three hooligans to enter the other courtyard to search.

If it was normal, even if they were given a hundred guts, they wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous.

However, today is a special day for the "Wentian Conference", and most of the family's children have gone to the "Wentian Conference".What's more, the former first genius lost all his mana and became a useless person, which made them have no scruples.

"what!"

Suddenly there was a scream from the other courtyard, and the two maidservants, who were fifteen or sixteen years old, saw the menacing hooligans, and their faces paled in fright.

These two maids are usually in charge of Yang Fan's daily life.In the family, there are absolutely no more than five family members who can enjoy such treatment.

"Hey... the little girl is not bad looking!"

The three hooligans suddenly became lustful, and forced them towards the two maids who were generally pretty.

As hooligans, their life is not as beautiful as it seems on the surface, and they often eat a meal when they are full and hungry.Yangjiabao is still a relatively lawful place, and they usually molested their natal women at most.

Seeing these two maidservants with moderate postures now makes her hungry and thirsty.

"You guys, hurry up and do business for me, damn it, I haven't touched a woman in eight lifetimes..."

The eighth uncle scolded angrily.

"Yes, Uncle Eighth."

The three hooligans quickly agreed and began to search carefully in this other courtyard.

"You two servant girls, tell me the truth, have you seen your master?"

Uncle Ba stared coldly at the two maidservants who were trembling with fright.

"My... my lord, we have never seen the master come back."

One of the maids trembled.

"Hmph, if you don't tell me where your master is hiding, I'll hand you over to three hungry and thirsty perverts. You can imagine the consequences..."

Uncle Eight threatened with a gloomy face.

"I beg your lord to let us go..."

"We really didn't see the master come back...he went to the 'Wen Tian Conference'!"

The two maids cried in fright.

Eighth Uncle couldn't help showing a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Uncle Ba, we have searched all the corners, but we don't have any clues. But, we did find some valuable items in this house."

After a while, three hooligans came to report, holding some antique calligraphy and paintings, jade vase books and the like in their hands, as if returning home with a full load.

"How many of you..."

Uncle Ba's face was livid: "I told you to come here to find someone, not to steal anything, and you will never change your nature."

Boom!

The three hooligans looked aggrieved and threw the bottles and cans on the ground.

"I dare to conclude that this Yang Fan is still hiding in this courtyard..."

Eighth Uncle's gaze began to inspect every corner of the courtyard.

"Could it be..." Eighth Uncle suddenly thought of a possibility, and immediately said to himself: "Impossible... He has lost all his mana, so it stands to reason that he can't cast spells."

Thinking of this, Eighth Uncle suddenly stood still on the spot, inhaled intently, interlaced his hands, and typed a few formulas, a wave of spiritual energy arose in his body.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light in Eighth Uncle's eyes.

This is a spell commonly used by low-level monks, the spiritual eye spell.

Through the spiritual eye technique, monks can see some things that are invisible to the naked eye, such as ghosts and souls.

At the same time, the spiritual eye technique also has a certain effect of breaking the invisible.

"Oh... you are asking for trouble."

At this moment, a man's voice came from the door of the other courtyard.

Yang Fan's figure appeared, he sighed, and then closed the courtyard door.

Squeak!

The courtyard door closes.

"Owner!"

The two maids said in surprise.

"You... You really are here!"

The eighth uncle showed a look of astonishment, seeing Yang Fan close the door, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"You three, rush up and beat him!"

Eighth Uncle shouted loudly.

"on!"

Three hooligans approached Yang Fan.

"Hehe, you three mortals, dare to do something to me?"

Yang Fan stood in front of the door and said calmly.

"what!"

Frightened by Yang Fan's usual prestige, these three hooligans immediately stopped in their tracks, looking hesitant.

"You three, what are you afraid of? He has lost all his mana now, and he is just a paper tiger. Give it to me. After it is done, each of you will be rewarded with 100 taels of silver."

Eighth Uncle shouted coldly from behind, his eyes flickering, and he began to look at the calm Yang Fan.

"Yes, Uncle Eighth!"

When the three hooligans heard the "hundred taels of silver" reward, they immediately cheered up, like eating expired Viagra, the fear in their hearts dissipated immediately, and they rushed towards Yang Fan without fear of life or death.

"Are you really not afraid of death, listen to his instigation?"

Yang Fan was overjoyed, his eyes sparkled, he slowly raised a hand, and a faint oppressive aura came.

"what!"

The three hooligans exclaimed and rushed half a meter away from Yang Fan, their bodies froze and they dared not move.

Because at this moment, Yang Fan has the demeanor of a master.

Although he lost his mana, with the help of the green land of "Xianhong Dimension", he has the powerful body of a monk in the concentration period, which is much stronger than ordinary people.

"You three useless..."

Uncle Eight almost vomited blood out of breath.

boom!
All of a sudden, Yang Fan punched out and sent the nearest ruffian flying away.

The force was so great that the local ruffian was lying on the ground, dying, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The other two hooligans were immediately frightened out of their wits, not knowing what was wrong.

Bang!
Yang Fan swept across the hall and knocked down the remaining two hooligans.

Just hearing a "click", the legs of the two hooligans were broken.

In less than three breaths before and after, Yang Fan beat up the three hooligans.

"This...how is this possible?"

The eighth uncle's face was pale, and he looked at this "family's first loser" in disbelief.

He never expected that Yang Fan would possess impressive martial strength after finishing his martial arts, which was enough to deal with a group of mobs.

"Tell me, who sent you here?"

Yang Fan's gaze was aggressive, as sharp as a knife.

"You... don't you think I'm afraid of you? A cripple who has lost his mana, I don't take you seriously!"

The eighth uncle said sternly, backing away while talking.

"Hahaha... You, a beginner monk in the early stage of Qi refining, dare to use an ax in front of me. In the past, I could kill you by stretching out my fingers."

Yang Fanchang laughed.

"Hmph, even if you don't tell me, Yang knows who sent you here."

Yang Fan's body approached the Eighth Uncle little by little, which brought him great pressure.

"Is that idiot Fatty Li the person behind the scenes?" A strange smile appeared on Yang Fan's face.

"you you……"

Eighth Uncle exclaimed, his complexion changed in shock, obviously Yang Fan's words explained the mystery to him.

"You stand still, if you come over again, I will make a move!"

Uncle Ba's face was terrified, the spiritual light in his hand flickered, and the surrounding fire spiritual power suddenly became active, gradually condensing into a fire bomb.

"Hehe, you need half a day to cast a fireball technique."

Yang Fan sneered and mocked, it seems that this eighth uncle is also a half-hearted cultivator.

Suddenly there was an extra talisman in his hand, he bit his finger, blood spattered on the talisman.

Immediately, he let out a low shout, and shot out the talisman in his hand, turning into a fireball in the sky, hitting Bashu first.

Bang!
The eighth uncle's body suddenly ignited flames, rolling and neighing non-stop on the ground.

Yang Fan looked at Ba Shu with a cold face, and took out a few more talismans from his body.

"Forgive me, my lord, forgive me!"

The flames on Uncle Ba's body were extinguished a little, and seeing Yang Fan's movements, he couldn't help crying.

"Tell me, how should I deal with you lackeys?"

Yang Fan said calmly.

(End of this chapter)