Xianhong Road

Chapter 347
puff-

The bleak and cold light that lasted for about ten feet made the eyes of thousands of monks on the field sway, and a cold murderous intent penetrated to the bone marrow.

That icy arc struck Yang Fan in the blink of an eye, and it was almost impossible to dodge the slash at such a close range.

What's more, Yang Fan had no intention of dodging at all.

Green light waves swelled all over his body, and a "Green Grass Armor" that radiated green vitality and was like a substance formed on the surface of his body.

After stepping into the high level, Yang Fan's method of "condensing gas and transforming form" became more proficient, and his casting speed was faster than magic weapon.

puff!
The gigantic ax more than ten feet long struck the green grass armor fiercely, and most of the force was removed by the green light wave, making a sound like beating leather.

"break!"

Yang Yu's roar also just fell.

Everyone on the field held their breath, staring at what was about to happen.

Yang Yu's ax was as powerful as a thunderbolt, and it was powerful enough to split mountains and ground.

However, Yang Fan still stood unharmed.The facts are still so cruel and unbelievable.

No damage, no movement.

Yang Yu was stunned, and the whole person fell into a state of almost despair.

He even wondered if he was dreaming now.

All the monks on the field were dumbfounded, and the heart hanging in their throats finally calmed down.

call!
These monks breathed a sigh of relief, and did not see the bloody end after the ax was struck.

Even though they were not personally on the scene, the moment just now brought them a very exciting feeling.

"Brother... that's great!"

Yang Lei clenched his fists tightly, his body trembled slightly, and the worry in his eyes was replaced by a few traces of excitement.

However, Yang Fan, who is the person involved, has nothing to do with it.

For him, this result was expected and there was no suspense at all.

"How is it possible...how is this possible!"

Yang Yu's mind was in a state of confusion, almost obsessed, and he fell into a half-dumb, half-foolish situation.

Dang!

The giant ax in Yang Yu's hand fell down and just hit his foot.

"what!"

Yang Yu screamed, and then he woke up like a dream, his whole face was pale.

The severe pain from his feet made him finally understand that this was not a dream, but a cruel reality.

"how can that be……"

Yang Yu took out some spiritual weapons and launched continuous and violent attacks on Yang Fan.

From spiritual tools, talismans, to various magical spells, and even killer mace and secret techniques, they were cast on Yang Fan one by one.

Ding ding bang bang bang...

Yang Yu's crazy attacks did not stop, and he had lost his mind.

Yang Fan's face was full of sarcasm, and there was even a hint of pity in his eyes.

Seeing that the stick of incense outside the "Wen Tiantai" is almost burning to the end.

At this moment, all the monks even held their breath, they were all waiting for Yang Fan's attack.

thump!
At this moment, Yang Yu finally exhausted his mana and lost all strength, lying on the ground like a dog, panting continuously.

Yang Fan looked at the stick of incense that was burning next to the rooftop, it had burned to the end and finally went out.

"The time for a stick of incense has arrived."

Yang Fan sighed lightly, stretched out a finger, and asked, "Are you convinced?"

"go to hell!"

A cold light flashed in Yang Yu's eyes, and he didn't know where the strength came from. He swept his legs and swept towards Yang Fan's lower body.

This leg almost used up all his remaining mana, it was a strength that crossed the limit.

boom!
With a little pity, Yang Fan flexed his fingers, and a huge force gushed out from his fingers, knocking Yang Yu flying dozens of feet alive, and fell off the rooftop.

wow~~~
Everyone in the audience was in an uproar, with various exclamations and sighs.

The eyes of several high-ranking monks who were watching the battle suddenly lit up, showing surprise and doubt on their faces.

Yang Fan's finger just now seemed to have broken through the shackles of the low-level and reached a high-level.

But it seems that it is still at the peak of foundation establishment.

This gave them an illusion that it was difficult to judge, and it was impossible to determine whether the finger just now belonged to the low-level category or a high-level power.

thump!
Yang Yu's body fell from mid-air, causing all the monks who were in a sluggish state to come over in a trance.

"you lose."

It wasn't until Yang Yu landed that Yang Fan spit out three words lightly.

Yang Yu's whole face was ashen, half kneeling on the ground, looking at Yang Fan at this moment, there was more fear than jealousy.

At this moment, he didn't even have the slightest thought of fighting.

Three years, just three years, Yang Fan has cultivated from a useless person to such a state, which can no longer be described by the word "genius".

It's no wonder that even Chu Yunhan, one of the three rookies, and even Zhuo Jing, who had just entered the high-level Jindan, fell into Yang Fan's hands.

At this moment, Yang Yu is completely awakened...

"Yang Yu, you lost, according to the bet, why don't you kowtow to my elder brother to apologize?"

Yang Lei sneered proudly.

"Kowtow to apologize!"

"Kowtow!"

The disciples of Yangjiabao scolded loudly one by one.

Three years ago, Yang Yu came to Yangjiabao to show off his power, looked down on all three generations of disciples, and uttered wild words, but no one could beat him.

But now, under such favorable circumstances, Yang Yu lost so badly: the opponent stood in front of you and let you fight, and they couldn't hurt a single bit, which can be said to be a shame.

Yang Yu clenched his teeth, clenched his hands, trembling, he took a deep look at Yang Fan, and was about to kowtow to apologize.

"Forget it, kowtowing and pleading guilty are still exempt."

Yang Fan waved his hand lightly, stopping Yang Yu's movement.

Can he understand how humiliating it is for a person to kneel in front of thousands of monks?
As long as there is some leeway, Yang Fan doesn't want to push the opponent to his psychological limit.

call!
Yang Yu let out a long breath, secretly relieved.

If the kneeling just now really went down, then the rest of his life will only be left with hatred and revenge.

But Yang Fan's actions did not push him to the limit, but instead made Yang Yu disheartened and lost the courage to fight.

"In the future, members of your Yang family in the capital are not allowed to step into the Yang family castle. If you violate this rule, after a few years, Yang will come back, and your Yang family in the capital will be killed!"

Yang Fan's cold and murderous voice spread throughout the audience, making Yang Yu and the ancestors of the Yang family Jindan tremble.

"He, a third-generation disciple, can actually bring me such pressure and threats... Could it be that this son has already stepped into a high level?"

The ancestor of the Yang family Jindan suddenly thought of a terrible possibility.

Advanced!

Stepping into the high-level Golden Core at such a young age, the potential and achievements of that day...

The Jindan patriarch of the Yang family hardly dared to imagine the consequences.

"The three-year agreement, the Wentian Conference, has finally come to an end."

Yang Fan's mood was extremely complicated.

After this matter is resolved, he will leave Yuyang country immediately and go to a foreign country. When he will come back, even Yang Fan himself cannot predict.

"Big brother..."

Younger brother Yang Lei looked at him with expressions of excitement, excitement, and admiration on his face.At this moment, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, and he adored his elder brother very much.

Yang Fan stood on the rooftop and did not leave immediately. His eyes swept over the audience, and every time he met an acquaintance, he would freeze for a moment:
The hunchbacked poison king in a remote corner smiled at him.

The "hidden king" hidden in the void, no one can see his expression clearly.

Li Hongfei, Chu Yunhan, the ancestor of the Yang family, the ancestor of the Chu family, Chu Yuyan, Yang Hong, Yang Gang, Yang Guang, Yang Man, Lin Zhong, younger brother Yang Lei, Fatty Li...

Every acquaintance, be it an enemy or a friend, all passed through Yang Fan's eyes, leaving behind corresponding memories.

Swish!
On the house in the distance, there appeared a man dressed in white snow and carrying a sword, with a slight smile on his ordinary face.

On the big tree next to Wushuang's house, squatting a very ugly boy, grinning at Yang Fan and laughing.

For some reason, when Yang Fan scanned the audience, everyone was silent, as if infected by a unique atmosphere.

At this moment, Yang Fan's figure was a little lonely and thin, and that unique mood swing expanded under the unique artistic conception of Xianhong Jue.

Yang Lei felt like crying, and Hu Fei, who was grinning, also froze.

A strange light flashed in Wushuang's eyes.

The hunchback poison king was thoughtful.

Most of the rest of the people didn't understand the inside story, but they felt the unique emotional fluctuations, with a little bit of reluctance and helplessness.

After a while, Yang Fan let out a long breath and was about to leave Wentiantai.

"stop!"

A bone-chilling voice came.

Chu Yunhan, who was surrounded by demonic energy, shot at Yang Fan like a cannonball with the billowing Jiuyou demonic energy.

Chu Yunhan!
A stern light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, he stood on the spot, motionless, but made up his mind to teach him a lesson.

"Yang Fan, maybe you can be called 'Shi Qianhan'. Li is looking for you today to fight for fate."

Chu Yunhan stared straight at Yang Fan like the eyes of an infinite abyss, his voice was cold and ruthless, with the mood of dying and rebirth.

"You know you're going to lose, why do you still want to fight me?"

Yang Fan did not deny the identity of "Shi Qianhan" immediately, but asked lightly.

Both of them have "One Ghost Flame", and Yang Fan doesn't have the luxury of being able to hide from each other.

puff!
Suddenly, a crescent mark appeared between Chu Yunhan's brows, and a cloud of dark magic flame sprang up in his hand. At the center of the flame, there was a cloud of dim light, flickering on and off, like a heartbeat.

Boom!

Boom!Boom!
"Ghost Flame!"

All the monks on the field exclaimed.

This flame is the famous stunt of Sanyou old devil, the supreme demon in Yuyang country.

"Because... I have no way out!"

A trace of helplessness and despair flashed in Chu Yunhan's eyes, which was soon replaced by a sternness and viciousness.

"Come on, sacrifice your 'Yiyoumoyan', let us compete."

The Nether Demon Flame in Chu Yunhan's hand turned into a gloomy light like a dead black dragon, and devoured it towards Yang Fan.

At this moment, Yang Fan felt that the Nine Nether Devil Qi in his body was faintly uncontrollable, especially the Youmo Flame, as if he was summoned from somewhere.

Boom!

The demon energy on Yang Fan's body soared to the sky, and the supreme demon power suddenly overwhelmed the surrounding area for several miles, causing all low-level creatures in the area to tremble in fear.

This is a high-level magic power!

A crescent moon mark appeared on his forehead, and the "Yiyou Demon Flame" in his hand emitted a heart-pounding "heartbeat".

bang~~
Yiyou Demon Flame trembled suddenly, turning into a bottomless demon abyss, absorbing all light, and the surroundings were dark.

Whoa!
All the monks on the field were in an uproar in horror, and fled in all directions.

At the Yangjiabao Wentian Conference, two groups of "Yiyou Demon Flame" that frightened the world of cultivators appeared at the same time!
Demon flames contend for supremacy, who wins and who loses?
(Second update)
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