Xianhong Road

Chapter 124

After Yang Fan finished answering, the two ancestors sent him away.

Before leaving, Patriarch Chu of Yuwu Mountain Villa pretended to be generous and gave him a hundred spirit stones and a few magic tools, and said with a smile: "You have put in a lot of effort in this trial with the children of the mountain villa. I almost lost my life because of this, these are the extra rewards for you."

"Thank you senior."

Of course, Yang Fan would not be polite if it was beneficial to take it. He respectfully thanked him, took these things, and then left slowly.

Such behavior of the ancestor of the Chu family was noticed by the ancestor of the Yang family, but a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.Compared to the contents of the Fat Ghost Dao storage bag, these spirit stones and instruments are completely insignificant.

Everyone did not continue to stay on the mountain, and all left the forbidden place of Ghost Corpse Mountain one after another.

It's daytime now, and Ghost Corpse Mountain is still safer. If it's night, if you wait for one or two low-level monks, you won't dare to stay here at all.

Yang Fan let out a breath, and before leaving, he looked back and stared in the direction of the "thousand-year tomb", his eyes were long and deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Being able to survive such a dangerous place and get a lot of gains is not only related to his strength and resourcefulness, but also has a lot to do with luck, and these factors are all indispensable.

"Hurry up, everyone, get out of here before dark..." Someone yelled.

Yang Fan set off with all the monks and left Ghost Corpse Mountain.

The surrounding monks were talking about the incident at Ghost Corpse Mountain, and the topics they talked about were nothing more than the treasures in the tomb and the two survivors who escaped at the end.

When talking about Yang Fan, a pharmacist in the Qi refining period, all the monks couldn't deny it, and blamed his life on the god-defying shit luck.

When Yang Fan heard the words, he just smiled and didn't deny it.

Indeed, luck is a very important part...

During this period, his gaze met his younger brother Yang Lei.

"Brother, is it because of your unbelievable luck that you can come out of the tomb alive?"

Yang Lei communicated with his spiritual thoughts, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and there was an elusive meaning in his words.

"Luck is also part of strength."

Yang Fan said indifferently, ignoring his younger brother's doubts and guesses.

Although the two are biological brothers, they have different ways and do not conspire with each other. As long as one party's life is not in danger, the other party will not take the initiative to help.

"Hehe, big brother, I'm going ahead..."

With a smile on his face, Yang Lei's aura suddenly leaked out, and he sacrificed a top-level magic weapon, which attracted the attention of the people around him.Obviously, he wanted to fly with his sword, drop all the monks in the Qi refining period, and leave Ghost Corpse Mountain alone.

"Senior sister, let me take you for a ride."

Yang Lei smiled brightly, slightly bowed and raised his hand, and said to a beautiful woman in white beside him.

Yang Fan looked sideways, isn't this woman Yang Man, the daughter of the Patriarch?

At the beginning, when Yang Fan was the number one genius in the family, this woman admired him very much, and often glanced secretly.It's just that Yang Fan has never had any feelings for her...

"En." Yang Man's delicate jade face was smeared with a few traces of blush, which was very attractive, and she responded softly, as if she was a little shy.

With a confident face, Yang Lei stared into her eyes, then took her hand, and the two flew into the air with their swords, and flew into the distance, like a couple of gods and immortals, which made many monks below marvel and envy.

Faintly, they also saw the scene where the two were whispering intimately in the sky.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan couldn't help shaking his head, and murmured in his heart: "Brother... don't you really not see the essence of this girl?"

Some of the monks accompanying Yang Jiabao started to discuss:

"Senior Brother Yang Guang is pursuing Senior Sister Yang Man hard? If he sees this situation, I'm afraid he will go to Senior Brother Yang Lei for a decisive battle."

"Hmph, now that Junior Brother Yang Lei has just been promoted to the Concentration Stage, who among the three generations of the family can stand against him? I'm afraid Senior Brother Yang Guang doesn't have the courage to challenge the monks in the Concentration Stage."

"I heard that Senior Brother Yang Guang seemed to be in seclusion a few days ago. He didn't come to Ghost Corpse Mountain this time. Maybe after he leaves the seclusion, he can also be promoted to the Concentration stage..."

……

Yang Fan walked while listening, and in the all-knowing mode, through the conversations of these people, he also roughly understood the situation of Yangjiabao.

After walking for a while, an incredible message suddenly came from Yuwu Villa:

"No, Junior Brother Hu Fei is missing!"

"Junior Brother Hu is missing!"

wow~
This news was like a heavy bomb, which exploded on the huge mountain of ghost corpses, which surprised many monks.

In an instant, all the disciples of Yuwu Villa panicked.

Hu Fei is missing...

When Yang Fan heard the news, he couldn't help showing a look of deep thought.

As early as when he was in the thousand-year-old tomb, this son had the appearance of taking the spoils as a treasure, and had no intention of giving them to others at all.

Not long ago, under the cross-examination of the two ancestors, as long as they were not fools, they could see that most of these spoils of war would be taken away by the elders.

"This son ran away, is it because of this...even at the expense of being an enemy of the strong in the foundation establishment period?"

Yang Fan sighed softly, he was speechless to this freak Hu Fei.

However, this son has no relatives, no reason, no worries, so doing this is not a good idea, but it will take a lot of risk.

Soon, a dazzling sword light flew from afar. The ancestor of the Chu family stepped on the spiritual weapon and said in disbelief, "He really ran away?"

"Back to the ancestors... Junior brother Hu Fei said just now that he was going to take a rest, and he would be back soon. But after he went, he... never came back. We searched the surroundings carefully, but we didn't find him. .”

The children of a family are submissive.

call out!
At this moment, another sword light shot out, it was the ancestor of the Yang family, but he smiled and comforted: "Brother Chu, don't worry, this son may go back to the 'Rain and Mist Villa' with the sword first."

The patriarch of the Chu family's complexion flickered. He had already realized that Hu Fei might have fled with the spoils.

If this is the case, it would be extremely troublesome for a monk in the Concentration Stage to escape with his sword, and the world is so big, to search for such a person.

call out!
The ancestor of the Chu family's expression froze, and he ran towards "Yuwu Villa" quickly, stepping on the sword light, still holding the last trace of luck.

The ancestor of the Yang family looked at his leaving back with a smile, as if gloating a little.

After walking for a while, the monks finally left Ghost Corpse Mountain before dark.

……

In this way, the storm in Ghost Corpse Mountain came to an end temporarily with the rescue of two survivors.

But Yang Fan understood that the matter was not really over. Whether it was Hu Fei's escape, the remaining foundation-building zombies in the tomb, or the existence of the most terrifying headless demon corpse, they were all inevitable inducements.

After leaving Ghost Corpse Mountain, Yang Fan immediately got away from the crowd, and he didn't intend to go home with the sword.Because of the range and speed, even though Yu Jian went home quickly, he still attracted the attention of those who cared.

Just a few miles away from Ghost Corpse Mountain, Yang Fan's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately regained his composure, muttering in a low voice, "If that's the case, coming out of the thousand-year-old tomb, no matter how low-key it is, will attract a group of flies..."

It turned out that Yang Fan had already sensed some people's stalking.

Seeing this, he specially picked remote and hidden places to go, and quickly got rid of some people.

But there are still some people who are tireless and follow, as if they will not give up until they achieve their goals.

Such a situation made him feel murderous.

Yang Fan didn't need to know the specific purpose of these people following him. Since he wanted to fight against him, he had to pay a heavy price.

After walking for a while, Yang Fan suddenly flashed into a forest, put on a mysterious mask, and changed into a black robe.

Immediately, he performed the "transformation technique", and his figure suddenly became half a foot taller, and his face also changed greatly.

At this moment, Yang Fan's friendly and natural aura disappeared, replaced by a kind of fierce killing and ruthlessness.

Soon, two or three masked men in black sneaked into the forest.

"He went in, and this is the right place to start."

One of them said in a low voice, waved his hand and made a hands-on gesture, with a murderous look on his face.

These three people are all monks in the Qi refining stage, the head one is in the late stage of Qi refining, and the other two are in the middle stage of Qi refining.

Boom!

The three jumped up lightly and shuttled through the dense forest.

"Huh? Why is no one missing?"

One of them said strangely.

The three searched repeatedly in the dense forest for a long time, but they completely lost sight of Yang Fan.

"Unlucky! I lost it... Let's look for opportunities in the future"

The masked man in black at the head said with a resentful expression.

Afterwards, the three of them took off the black cloths, changed their clothes, transformed themselves into immortal cultivators, and walked out of the dense forest carelessly.

call out!
But at this moment, a tyrannical demonic aura suddenly surged in the sky, and a cruel young man flew from not far away.

"Sorcerer monk!"

The complexions of the three of them changed drastically, and they felt a powerful spiritual pressure suddenly descending, and the figures in the sky fell down.

"Run! It's a strong man in the concentration stage!"

These three monks didn't even have the courage to fight, so they ran separately.

"Hahaha...Since you have met me, Shi Qianhan, you should obediently save your lives!"

The ruthless young man let out a long roar, a black light flashed in his eyes, and swung two palms across the air.

Suddenly, the surrounding air was suddenly suffocated, and the black light flickered faintly.

next moment.

Boom!

Two tyrannical palms, like the hands of the god of death, struck the vests of the two monks, producing a thunderous explosion.

"Ah! Ah!"

Two screams of horror sounded in this wilderness.

thump!thump!
The two corpses were lying on the ground, with two shocking gashs in their chests, bloody and bloody.

Moreover, the domineering power was directly introduced into their bodies, shattering their hearts.

"Forgive me! Please forgive me, my lord."

The last cultivator in the late stage of qi refining, heard the screams of his companions, looked back, his legs became weak in fright, and he knelt on the ground begging for mercy with a "plop".

The corners of Shi Qianhan's mouth were slightly pursed, with a hint of sarcasm and teasing, the murderous intent on his body, not only did not dissipate, but became even fiercer and astonishing.

Pounding!
Pounding!Pounding!
The cultivator's face trembled, and he felt that the opponent's steps were like those of death.

Finally, Shi Qianhan walked to his side, and under the reflection of the setting sun, the man's shadow was cast on the ground like the shadow of death.

"Forgive me...my lord, forgive me!"

The monk knelt on the ground and kowtowed non-stop, but he was holding something in one hand, trembling slightly, which was very cleverly concealed.

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