Xianhong Road

Chapter 195 The power of the puppet

In an instant, the area where Yang Fan was located was flooded by a dazzling flame.

The masked monk clasped a red feather fan with one hand, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

With his Concentration Dzogchen cultivation base, he can fully use the middle-grade spiritual weapon 'Red Feather Fan', which is enough to melt gold and iron, and kill monks below the Concentration Stage in an instant.

Bang bang bang!
Chi Yan exploded, and there was a whistling sound, and a puppet guard wrapped in iron armor and holding a halberd broke through the fiery air wave, and struck like lightning. A heavy and oppressive atmosphere made him feel a sense of crisis feel.

"puppet?"

With a flash, the masked monk narrowly avoided a blow from the armored puppet, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Yang Fan smiled, looking calm and calm. He was standing under the control of the armored puppet. In the attack just now, he relied on this puppet to resist most of the power.

Seeing this, the masked monk focused his gaze, and suddenly waved the red feather fan at the puppet, and a fire snake rushed away, hitting the puppet.

boom!
The fire snake exploded on the puppet's body, but it paused for a moment, but it was not damaged at all.

Yang Fan, this iron-clad puppet, wins with defense and has strong immunity to spells.

"The level of this puppet..." The masked monk looked horrified.

The level of the armored puppet is far beyond his imagination, and its combat power may be comparable to that of the monks in the early stage of foundation building. The only disadvantage is that the speed has not reached the level of the foundation stage.

"It's such a puppet, but it's in the hands of a monk in the Qi refining period..."

There was a hint of greed in the masked monk's eyes.

As long as Yang Fan is killed, the puppet whose strength is close to the foundation establishment stage will be self-defeating and become his trophy.

Sensing the greed and murderous intent in the masked monk's eyes, Yang Fan deliberately showed weakness and stepped back.

"Haha, where are you running!"

The masked monk suddenly rose into the air, stepped on a flying sword, and flew towards Yang Fan from the air.

He has already discovered that Yang Fan's armored puppet is of the melee type and has no flying ability. If not, it is not close to the strength of the foundation-building stage, but comparable to the foundation-building stage.

call out!
The masked monk attacked from the air, and with a light wave of the feather fan in his hand, a feather-like scarlet flame descended from the air, striking the area where Yang Fan was located indiscriminately.

Yang Fan's complexion changed, his figure retreated sharply, and he manipulated the armored puppet to quickly block in front of him.

Bang bang bang!
The armored puppet's defense is very strong, and a large number of attacks have been blocked by it. Not only that, but after Yang Fan got out of his attack range, the formula in his hand suddenly changed.

Whoosh!

The iron-clad puppet jumped up to a height of Zhang Xu. With a wave of the halberd, a phantom of the halberd shrouded in a faint black light pierced through the air and slashed in front of the masked monk.

"not good!"

A layer of faint red light condensed on the masked monk's body, forming an aura of aura, with the feather fan in his hand horizontally placed in front of him.

boom!
There was a loud noise, and the phantom of the halberd, with its lingering demonic energy, shot down the masked monk with great power.

puff!
The masked monk was pale, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

At this moment, he realized that he had overlooked a factor. Although the owner of the iron-clad puppet was not worth mentioning, its own attack should not be underestimated.

Even if his cultivation level reaches Dzogchen Concentration, he still cannot withstand the puppet's full blow.

"kill!"

A cold light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and he controlled the armored puppet to kill him, but he himself leaped away at an incredible speed, emitting a powerful spiritual pressure from his body.

"What?!" The masked monk felt the great change in Yang Fan's breath.

When he saw Yang Fanxu clearly, his heart skipped a beat: This boy is not a monk in the Qi refining period, at least he is a monk in the late stage of Concentration!

Concentrate on the late stage!

"Run!" The masked monk was terrified, turned around and wanted to escape.

If he had known that this son was a monk in the later stage of Concentration, he would never have let Miracle Doctor Lu instigate and lure him to attack Yang Fan.

But at this moment, a strong wind hit.

The armored puppet was no slower than him, it just lacked the means to fly in the air.

"Stay!"

Yang Fan sneered, stretched out his hand and waved it, the mysterious black whip wrapped around his legs silently like a poisonous snake. ,

"what!"

The masked monk screamed, his body went numb and extremely stiff, and a strange poison penetrated into his body along the black whip.

thump!
His body, which had just flown into the air, was dragged down abruptly by Yang Fan, and fell on his back.

hum~
Streaks of faint black light extended from the mysterious black whip, penetrating into the masked monk's body, paralyzing his whole body, losing all resistance, and absorbing blood essence.

The masked monk felt the rapid loss of essence and blood in his body, and couldn't help showing despair.

Yang Fan knelt down, took off his hood, and saw an old face that looked ashen.

"What benefit did Miracle Doctor Lu give you to kill me?"

Yang Fan said indifferently, looking at him with a scrutinizing tone.

"Forgive me..." The masked monk was numb all over, with a look of despair on his face, and it was extremely difficult for him to even speak.

"Don't you say it?" Yang Fan had an extra dagger in his hand, which was shining coldly, and it lay across his neck.

"I said..." The old man's face showed a trace of panic, "Zhu...Zhu Ji Dan!"

"Building Foundation Pill?" Yang Fan's face showed a trace of sarcasm: "Does Doctor Lu think that he can win the upcoming auction of Zhuji Pill? Even if he has it, why would he give you such a panacea?"

"No...not." The old man almost collapsed, and most of his blood was absorbed by the mysterious black whip.

Seeing this, Yang Fan controlled the mysterious black whip in his hand, making it stop swallowing blood, and relaxed a little so that the old man could speak.

"It's not Zhuji Pill, it's the formula of Zhuji Pill! Moreover, Divine Doctor Lu also has the most rare main drug in the formula, 'Hua Lingcao'." The old man said a little eagerly.

"Spiritual Grass?" Yang Fan had a strange expression on his face. The formula of Zhuji Pill was not surprising to him. It was found in the Lay Healing Chapter, but the main medicine of Hualingcao was very rare.

It is said that in ancient times, Hualing herb was a common thing. After 200 years of growth, it can be cultivated into the main medicine of Zhuji Dan.However, with the development of hundreds of thousands of years, or even millions of years, a large number of rare and exotic objects in the world of cultivating immortals have become extinct, and spiritual energy has become increasingly scarce. The common thing of flower spirit grass has become an extremely rare material.

"Are you sure that Miracle Doctor Lu really has the 'Flower Spirit Grass'?" Yang Fan asked lightly.

"It's absolutely true, he even took out this thing for me to see with my own eyes." The old man nodded repeatedly.

"What's the relationship between you and Dr. Lu? Do they both belong to the 'Jingdu Yang Family'?" Yang Fan suddenly thought of something, and changed the topic.

"Yes, we are all guests of the Yang family in the capital. I beg God Doctor Yang to spare my life. I have more important information to share with you..."

The old man trembled.

Yang Fan was just about to speak, but when he caught something in his senses, his complexion changed, and he exerted his mana with all his strength, dense light black halos rippling on the black whip in his hand, wrapping the old man's entire body airtightly.

In the time it took to breathe, the old man died, his essence and blood were drained, and he became a mummy.

Yang Fan knelt down to take away the old man's storage bag, and floated away.

Flying a few feet away, Yang Fan revealed a contemplative look on his face, and hid secretly.

(As soon as it arrives, smash the ticket)
(End of this chapter)