Xianhong Road

Chapter 171 Who is stuttering?

In Yang Fan's senses, the silver flying eagle drew a mysterious arc in the void, and the window of his guest room was just a touch point on its trajectory.

call out!
The silver flying eagle paused for a moment at the window, and a small white ball of paper fell into the window.

"This is……"

Yang Fan's movements were extremely nimble, he immediately opened the window, and took the little ball of paper into his hands by a hair's breadth.

But at this moment, the silver flying eagle circled in mid-air and let out a loud cry.

"This flying eagle is obviously not an ordinary thing. It is several times bigger than ordinary flying eagles. Could it be a monster?"

Yang Fan glanced lightly at the silver flying eagle in mid-air, and felt a life force several times stronger than ordinary low-level monks from its body.

In omniscience mode, Yang Fan immediately saw its level. It was indeed a monster, and it was a second-level monster, whose strength was comparable to that of a monk in the Concentration period.

call out!
The sharp eagle eyes glanced at Yang Fan, and then uttered a cry, as if in a hurry.

Yang Fan quickly unfolded the ball of paper, with a few words written on it: I have been injured, come and treat me.

There are two words on the signature: Wushuang.

"Wu Shuang was actually injured?"

Yang Fan showed surprise. With the opponent's strength, he could almost walk sideways in the capital, but now he was injured.

If it is a general injury, according to the agreement, Wushuang can come to the door by himself and let Yang Fan treat him.

But Wushuang didn't come over in person, but let this silver eagle come over to deliver the letter, which shows how serious his injury was.

"Protect the princess and the pharmacist, kill that giant eagle!"

At this moment, dozens of palace guards appeared in "Xin Ning Ju", and some of them held bows and arrows and shot at the silver eagle in the sky.

shhhhhh...

Dozens of sharp arrows flashed a cold light in the void, covering the silver eagle like drizzle.

Seeing this scene, Silver Eagle's eyes flashed a trace of sarcasm, and with a light wave of its wings, an invisible wind was born out of thin air, knocking down these sharp arrows abruptly.

"No, quickly invite masters, this flying eagle is not an ordinary thing, I am afraid it is a legendary monster."

The guards suddenly panicked.

At first, they saw that the flying eagle was so big that they were afraid that it would hurt the people in the palace, so they chased after it.But judging from the current situation, this flying eagle is not only spiritually intelligent, but also seems to be able to "magic"

chirp~
The silver eagle let out a powerful cry, and with a flap of its wings, several light silver blades cut down from the void.

stop!

With a flash of Yang Fan's figure, he came to the bottom of the flying eagle, sacrificed a flying sword of the middle-grade magic weapon level in his hand, and lightly struck it.

Keng!Keng!Keng!
Those light silver blades slashed on the flying sword one after another, Yang Fan's body was shaken, and he stepped back again and again, barely stabilizing his figure.

"It's so powerful..." Yang Fan was startled inwardly, his arms went numb for a while, and there were even a few tiny gaps left on the magic weapon in his hand.

Of course, for the blow just now, he only used mana close to the late stage of Qi refining, otherwise it would not have damaged the magic weapon in his hand.

"Lead the way." Yang Fan said indifferently, and said to the silver eagle.

Hey~
The silver eagle screamed again, turned into a silver shadow, and flew away through the air.

Yang Fan swayed, and "walked" forward with the silver eagle.

Every time he takes a step, he can span a distance of Zhang Xu, appearing elegant and natural, and the range of movements is not large, it looks like walking in a garden.

"You...where are you going?"

Just as Yang Fan walked out for a while, Hu Fei's voice suddenly came from the courtyard he was in: "Wait for me..."

"Hehe, you just need to stay within one mile of me." Yang Fan paused slightly, almost forgetting that he still had a personal bodyguard.

"Okay." Hu Fei followed behind him, very relaxed.

"This flying eagle is a spirit beast. Its master knows me, so you should retreat."

While striding forward, Yang Fan glanced lightly at the bewildered palace guards, and said in an orderly tone.

"Yes, my lord."

These guards immediately scattered away as if they had received an amnesty.

The flying eagle in the sky is quite spiritual, keeping a certain distance from Yang Fan, but not out of his sight.

After a while, one person and one eagle left the palace.Hu Fei fell behind and did not approach.

Half an hour later, Silver Eagle brought Yang Fan to an old part of the capital city, where the streets and alleys criss-crossed, and a large number of ordinary people lived there.

At a certain moment, the silver eagle flew over an inconspicuous courtyard, circled suddenly, glanced at Yang Fan, and then entered the courtyard.

"right here?"

Yang Fan walked to the door, knocked lightly, and found that the door was ajar, so he walked in.

"You are finally here..." As soon as I entered the room, I heard a slightly weak voice.

Wushuang was sitting cross-legged in a certain corner of the room, opened his eyes at this moment, the white clothes on his body were torn, and there were even some scratches.

"Is this your residence?" Yang Fan looked at the house and felt that there was nothing special about it, just like the residence of ordinary people.

"No, it's just my temporary residence. I gave the original owner some money and let me live here for a month."

Wushuang replied.

chirp~
The silver giant eagle screamed, and leaned against Wushuang very obediently, as docile as a rabbit.

"You were seriously injured, it seems to be much more serious than last time?"

Yang Fan stepped forward, squatted down, stretched out a hand, put it on his shoulder, and began to check.

Although he said so, Yang Fan was full of enthusiasm, the more serious the injury, the better for himself.

"How about it, how long will it take to recover?"

Wushuang said slightly weakly.

"The destructive power your body has suffered is so great. Judging from the situation, it seems that you have been attacked by lightning, and there are also fire spells..."

Yang Fan murmured.

"You guessed it pretty much," Wushuang sighed softly, "The person who fought against me is a pervert who has mastered a terrifying power of thunder and fire, and when he fights, he is quite crazy and fearless of death."

"Thunder Fire?" Yang Fan showed astonishment.

He suddenly thought of Hu Fei, didn't this son just master the power of thunder and fire?In Hu Fei's own words, it is his unique skill "Red Dazzling Thunder and Fire".

"Who is fighting with you?" Yang Fan asked tentatively. He had already guessed in his heart that the person Wu Shuang mentioned was probably Hu Fei.

"I don't know, but he is a lunatic." Wushuang sighed softly: "This guy is more powerful than I imagined, if I hadn't pulled out my sword at the last moment, maybe I would have died by his hands now. "

"Then what are his characteristics?"

Yang Fan has already started to treat Wushuang's wounds, and he only feels that his mana has been "tremendously" increasing, and he feels extremely refreshed.

"Characteristics?" Wushuang showed a look of astonishment: "He just stutters."

Hearing this, Yang Fan sighed inwardly: It seems that Hu Fei is [-]% undoubtedly.

As soon as he thought of Hu Fei, Yang Fan suddenly thumped: No, isn't this guy his personal bodyguard?
"Hmph! Tell me...who...who is stuttering!"

A voice full of anger came.

(End of this chapter)