Xianhong Road

Chapter 540 Dress up as a pig and eat a tiger
Cold field.

The atmosphere on the court was very weird, and everyone's eyes were on the owner of the voice who seemed to be puzzled.

"Why do you have to make dozens of beeps before making a move? Wouldn't it be more clean and efficient to directly destroy Xianlaizong?"

The person who said this was the young man in the sapphire brocade robe beside Fairy Huanling.

He looked puzzled: "It's completely superfluous to do this."

And the young man in purple shirt, with a livid face, twitched violently a few times, clenched his hands and trembled, and the anger in his eyes was about to burst out, indicating that he was on the verge of erupting.

Fairy Huan Ling stood beside Yang Fan with a strange expression on her face and dared not speak.

She was the only one on the field who knew Yang Fan's true identity.

The eyes of the purple-shirted youth spewed fire, with endless murderous intent and angry coercion, covering the audience, giving people a feeling of being in a high-temperature volcano and being out of breath.

Except for the high-ranking Nascent Soul, everyone was terrified and uneasy.

If the senior Nascent Soul in front of him really attacked in a fit of anger, he might destroy the entire Xianlai Sect, and even his anger would not be satisfied.

"Who the hell are you...?!!"

The purple shirt youth's pupils contracted, and his anger gradually subsided, replaced by a cold murderous intent.

If eyes could kill, Yang Fan would have been killed countless times by him.

"Brother Yang, it's you..."

Before Yang Fan could speak, Linghu Xiaoxi, who was not far away, exclaimed, and surprise appeared on her perfect Xiayu face.

Her bright eyes were rosy, with tears in her eyes, and wept with joy.

"It's him..." The middle-aged man surnamed Sun also saw Yang Fan at this moment, and was taken aback. His complexion was uncertain, but his eyes were full of awe and apprehension.

"Although Yang is gone, Xi'er is still my concubine, and she will remain the same for the rest of her life! In the future, if I have the time, I will definitely come to Luoshan Country. During this period, if there is anything wrong with her, you and I are the only ones to ask. "

30 years ago, the man's words came to mind again.

Even after several decades, the back view of the high-ranking man who had built the foundation and cultivated it as a heavy blow was imprinted in his mind like a shadow.

"Xi'er, I'm here to see you." A smile appeared on Yang Fan's face.

Suddenly, the teasing expression on his face disappeared, and he looked at Linghu Xiaoxi with love and pity.

Today's Linghu Xiaoxi looks elegant and unattainable, but in Yang Fan's eyes, she is still the helpless girl back then.

She is still her concubine.

Under the dull eyes of everyone, the two flew together and hugged each other.

Smelling the elegant fragrance from the beauty's body, Yang Fan felt that Linghu Xiaoxi's body was much plumper than before, and there was a sense of satisfaction full of warmth and fragrance.

Reaching out to wipe away the tears on Linghu Xiaoxi's pretty face, Yang Fan smiled slightly: "I will take you back to Yuyang Country, do you want to?"

Linghu Xiaoxi was stunned, a little unbelievable.

"You don't want to?" Yang Fan smiled narrowly.

"Yes, yes!" The red glow on Linghu Xiaoxi's pretty face bloomed like a flower, "Xi'er will always be your concubine."

Concubine! !
Everyone on the field looked dull and shocked.

On the green island of Xianlaizong, there are many young talents with despair and unwillingness on their faces.

How could it be possible... Fairy Linghu, who was as perfect as a goddess in their eyes, was actually just someone else's concubine.

So, why did this man fall to the ground?

"You...you..."

The Zishan youth's face froze, and he looked at the shy and charming Linghu Xiaoxi who was held in Yang Fan's arms in disbelief.

The perfect fairy that he wanted by all means was someone else's woman.

It's fine if it's just a pair of monks, but the perfect fairy in my mind is someone's concubine.

This makes him a high-level Nascent Soul, how can it be embarrassing?

This is no longer as simple as jealousy and unwillingness, but also a heavy blow to self-esteem.

His killing intent towards Yang Fan has risen to the level of wanting to eat his flesh and blood, and peel his skin and bones.

Even, this killing intent is several times stronger than facing the killing of the father and the enemy.

"The iron law of the alliance, destroy Xianlaizong, including related people."

After the young man in purple shirt said these words, the murderous intent in his eyes flickered like a blade, and a black net appeared in his hand. After injecting black light, it immediately became larger and expanded to a range of tens of feet. flame.

call!
The entire black giant net descended from the sky, expanding and getting bigger little by little, as if it was going to cover the entire Xianlaizong.

All the monks on the oasis felt the unstoppable coercion, and the giant black net rapidly grew in size in their field of vision, covering the sky and covering the earth, making it impossible to hide.

The expression of despair and helplessness expanded a little bit on their faces.

"not good!!"

The suzerain surnamed Sun was terrified, opened his mouth quickly, and spit out a blue wooden sword, with green flames dancing on it, turning into a wisp of twilight, and slashed onto the black net.

ding ding~
As soon as the sparks splashed, the black net was intact, but the purple flame on it slammed back and spread to the blue wooden sword with a "hoo".

The middle-aged man surnamed Sun snorted, the green flame on the cyan wooden sword suddenly dimmed, and quickly withdrew the green flame.

In the entire Xianlai Sect, only he and Linghu Xiaoxi are high-ranking Jindan, and the rest of them can't even arouse the idea of ​​​​resistance.

The huge black net of beating purple flames, like the shadow of death, rapidly expanded in the field of vision, overwhelming the oppressive and gloomy, making their bodies tremble and stiffen.

"Brother, run!" Linghu Xiaoxi exclaimed, pushed Yang Fan away, sacrificed a magic weapon, and was ready to resist.

"Stop!!" Fairy Huanling spoke almost at the same time, trying to stop the young man in purple shirt.

With a bit of worry on her face, she wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Besides, although she and Zishan Youth belong to the Seven Sects of Jin Kingdom, they are not from the same sect, and most likely the other party will not listen to his persuasion.

"Xi'er, when did you suddenly want to protect Big Brother with your own strength?"

Yang Fan smiled lightly.

Linghu Xiaoxi only felt a flash in front of her eyes, and Yang Fan reached out and grabbed her crystal clear wrist.

"Brother, you..." Linghu Xiaoxi was inexplicably anxious, seeing that the overwhelming black giant net was about to envelop her head.

The middle-aged man surnamed Sun was so frightened that he ran away with his head in his arms, and ran down.

Yang Fan laughed mockingly, and didn't see what magic weapon he was using, but slowly stretched out a hand, and grabbed the giant black net.

One hand... Could it be that he really wants to use his flesh and blood to forcibly shake the terrible black net burning with purple flames?
The purple-shirted youth was secretly delighted, and an idiot-like smile appeared on his face.

This "black net" is a seventh-grade magic weapon, which is made of rare materials such as black steel and black silk.

What's more, the "Purple Sha Demon Fire" that he has cultivated for hundreds of years is attached to the black net, which is extremely powerful.

If the idle magic weapon resists the black net, it will definitely be backlashed by the "Purple Fiend Demon Fire", which will hurt the monk's soul, let alone resist with flesh and blood.

Fairy Huanling was also taken aback, she didn't expect Yang Fan to reach out to grab the huge black net.

Even if she knew that the other party's strength was unfathomable, and she had been lucky enough to behead the great monk Nascent Soul, it was impossible to do this.

puff~~
It was too late and then too soon, Yang Fan's hand turned into an afterimage, and in an understatement, he caught the black net.

"Sizzling..."

Ziyan danced on the black net, struggling and humming in his hands.

I saw that Yang Fan's hand was shining with khaki-yellow crystals, and the crystals turned into petrification, becoming hard and indestructible.

As for the spreading "Purple Fiend Demon Fire", after spreading to Yang Fan's hands, it withered like a flower.

shuh~~
The whole face of the purple-shirted youth paled instantly, the mocking smile on his face hardened suddenly, and then deep fear appeared in his pupils.

It wasn't just the "Zi Sha Demon Fire" that withered, even his body was also aging, and a few wrinkles immediately appeared on his face.

Clap!

After Yang Fan grasped the "black net" tightly, he swung it violently, and everyone on the three-color cloud felt a black shadow covering him.

"not good!!"

Fairy Huanling and the others changed their complexions, and quickly deployed defensive measures.

The young man in purple shirt shivered, his face was pale and colorless, and there were some wrinkles.

When the black net was used as a hood, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and as soon as the spell in his hand changed, the huge black net shrank immediately, and he caught it in his hand.

"Fairy Huanling, this person is terrifying, why don't you unite with me to deal with him."

The young man in Zishan panicked, fearful of Yang Fan's strength, and quickly retreated with Fairy Huanling.

"What are you still fighting for? Get out!!"

Fairy Huan Ling gave him an angry look, and ordered the monks of her own sect to retreat.

what! !

Fairy Huanling's attitude made the young man in Zishan feel shocked and angry, and he sneered and said mockingly: "It's just a beginner cultivator, you and I can handle it together, why do you want to run?"

"Hmph, if you want to die, you go by yourself."

Fairy Huanling completed the sound transmission with her consciousness, and led the sect monks to escape.

Who is he?
Suddenly, the young man in Zishan realized that he had neglected a very important matter.

Fairy Huanling seemed to know the identity of the other party, and she didn't even have the courage to fight, so she ran away resolutely.

Even ordinary monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul do not have such a deterrent effect.

"Want to run? Don't even think about getting out of your body today."

The corner of Yang Fan's mouth reveals a trace of playfulness and contempt.

Chilla-

The green light marks under his feet trembled and turned into afterimages, and the distance was shortened all of a sudden.

Even if he doesn't use the magic weapon of acceleration, his speed is faster than that of the early Yuanying monks.

After a few breaths, he flew to the sky obliquely above the crowd.

"run!"

The purple shirt youth hesitated for a moment, then ran away resolutely.

Just based on what Yang Fan showed just now, it is definitely not something he can handle alone.

Clap!

A fan made of golden feather bone handles suddenly appeared in Yang Fan's hand.

From the golden feather fan, there was an oppressive and deterrent aura of a divine beast, and all the creatures in the area could feel the terrifying aura.

"That's... the Peng Lu Fan!!"

Fairy Huanling's consciousness noticed Yang Fan's movements, and her eyes were full of horror.

puff~~
The peng feather fan in Yang Fan's hand suddenly waved, a powerful and unstoppable hurricane raged for several miles, the sky and the earth changed color, the clouds scattered in all directions, and it was instantly dark.

The hurricane was fierce and violent enough to tear apart gold and iron, and everything it passed through was twisted into pieces.

Dozens of monks from the Seven Sects of the Jin Kingdom were swept away by the hurricane like fallen leaves.

(As soon as it arrives, Xianxia Monthly Pass No. 4, everyone is very awesome)

(End of this chapter)