Xianhong Road

Chapter 547 Barbarian monk
Who is so loud that he threatened to occupy the fairy city of Wuliu Town, which was built for 60 years by this generation.

As far as Yang Fan knows, Yuyang Kingdom is now under the absolute control of the Dark Blood Dynasty.

The Immortal City has become the most magnificent landscape in the Yuyang Kingdom, and it is also the center where the world of cultivating immortals in the country meets.

Yangjiabao is the central hub of the Immortal City, Wupan Mountain is the most advanced Xiuxianfang City in Yuyang Country, and Xiuyu Pavilion is the largest trading place.

Wuliu Town is the only pure land here. Although there are some mortals living there, it is regarded as a "forbidden place" in the fairy city. No monk dares to make trouble here.

Led by a few hooligans, Yang Fan and Hu Fei walked into a tavern in the town.

In the tavern, fish and dragons are mixed, whether they are immortal cultivators or mortals, men, women, young and old, all kinds of people.

As soon as I walked into this tavern, I heard a piercing voice: "I heard that 'Wusty Willow Town' has hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I am very disappointed when I come here in person. The wine in this tavern is obviously mixed with water, and my teacher is not allowed Doubt, is it really unreasonable?"

"I've heard that there are outstanding people in the prosperous place of Northern Qin, but now it seems that they are not as good as the vulgar people in the barren land of my holy clan..."

Yang Fan and others walked into the medical hall, just in time to hear the voice of a man in a fur coat and a sun hat on the wine table in the center.

This man looked young, about 40 years old, with a few strands of beard on his cheeks, his clothes and accent were quite different from those of Northern Qin.

Obviously a foreigner.

In the land of Northern Qin, the aliens who dared to be so arrogant and domineering must be the nine tribes of barbarians.

Barbarians are just the names of other alien races in the Northern Qin Kingdom.

The nine barbarian clans considered themselves "holy clans". In their eyes, Northern Qin was also a foreign race and a barbarian.

The voice of this alien man was full of irony. There was a man and a woman sitting beside him. They were a young man with purple pupils and a beautiful woman in bright clothes and a seven-color crown.

Just by looking at their demeanor, one can feel that they are extraordinary, and they are by no means ordinary people.

The eyes of the young man with purple pupils brought inexplicable pressure and danger to people, making people afraid to look directly at them.

And the stunning woman wearing a seven-color crown has a round red mark as big as a grain of rice on her forehead, which adds a bit of holiness and mystery.

The seven-color tiara on her head caught Yang Fan's attention, and he couldn't help but take another look.

The seven-color crown reminded him of the peacock and phoenix crown worn by the little peacock demon, the two looked somewhat similar.

The three of them sat at the same table, only the man of the foreign race was talking, the young man with purple pupils and the beautiful woman sat silently.

Beside the three people's table, there are several people lying down, their deaths are unknown, they are all immortal cultivators, ranging from the foundation establishment stage to the golden core stage.

Yang Fan swept his eyes away, his expression changed slightly, his eyes were awe-inspiring.

Among the fallen people, two were unconscious, two were seriously injured, and one died.

"You barbarians are simply looking for your own death, and dare to go to Wuliu Town to make trouble."

An old man with a white beard opened his angry eyes and pointed at these people tremblingly.

When Yang Fan approached, he happened to see the scene in front of him.

And the white-bearded old man, who was only in the Concentration stage, looked familiar.

"Hmph, a low-level monk dares to teach in front of my master, are you impatient?"

The foreign man who spoke before snorted coldly, and a cold light flashed across his eyes.

The white-bearded old man suddenly felt a breathless coercion.

However, his whole old face was flushed red, and he still gritted his teeth and said, "Wuliu Town is a forbidden area of ​​the Immortal City, no one can act wild here. Even high-ranking monks can't!!"

"Don't die, are you tired of living?"

The man of the foreign race suddenly raised his hand, and a dark green glow stabbed at the old man with the white beard.

The white-bearded old man had no strength to resist at all, and he was about to fall.

At this moment, a Thunder Snake pierced through the air from the side, just hitting the dark green glow.

puff puff ~~
The dark green light had no power to resist, and was immediately swallowed by the Thunder Snake.

The man of the foreign race waited for the three of them, slightly surprised, just in time to see Hu Fei who was blocking his attack.

"Little bastard, how dare you come to my territory to make trouble, let's see how I deal with you."

Hu Fei spoke vulgar words, with a hint of excitement in his eyes, and rubbed his hands together.

From his gaze, it was not difficult to see that the three people who came were all high-level Nascent Souls.

Whether it is a man of a different race, or another young man with purple pupils or a beautiful woman.

Three high-level Nascent Souls! !
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! !
Hu Fei was not afraid, but excited, full of fighting spirit, rubbing his hands together, as if seeing prey: "Great, just let me exercise my muscles and bones."

The man of the foreign race and the three of them all looked at him with strange eyes.

The white-bearded old man let out a sigh of relief, and said with a look of fear on his face: "Boss Hu, you have finally arrived, otherwise—"

Suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes fixed on the face of the man in the sapphire brocade robe next to Hu Fei.

"You...you're out." The white-bearded old man was full of excitement, his voice trembling slightly.

"You are?" Yang Fan found that the white-bearded old man looked familiar, but suddenly remembered.

"Little old man used to be a pharmacist in Pu'ai Medical Center. When you returned to Yuyang, you treated my wounds in the medical center..."

The white-bearded old man quickly explained, with deep admiration in his eyes.

Yang Fan nodded, but he had a little impression of this old pharmacist, when Zheng Xiaoman's son Luo Xiang was arrogant and arrogant, he hurt the old pharmacist who dissuaded him when he first arrived at the medical center from Neihai.

"Yang Yaoshi, you must make the decision for us. This foreign cultivator came to our Wuliu Town purely to cause trouble. He even killed a senior Foundation Establishment just now..."

The white-bearded old man appealed to Yang Fan.

"Okay, don't worry." Yang Fan first comforted the old man with a white beard, and then his voice gradually became colder: "These three monks from other races, don't even think about getting out. Since I killed one of us, I will at least spare their lives. .”

"Hahaha...Your Excellency speaks so loudly, I really think we are determined."

The alien man laughed out loud.

The young man with purple pupils and the beautiful woman beside him looked at each other, and then began to look at Yang Fan again.

However, Yang Fan stood in front of them, like a vast ocean, unfathomable.

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the purple-eyed young man, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, communicating with the beautiful woman.

"Boss Yang, let me deal with this person. The other two are handed over to you."

A mace appeared in Hu Fei's hand, exuding a terrified and destructive aura, he stretched out a finger, and ticked off at the man of the foreign race: "Let's go out and fight, see the truth under our hands, and don't hurt the mortals here."

"Hahaha, my master wants to fight here, how can you help me? Even if there are casualties, they are not people of my holy clan."

This alien man is very shameless.

"Ow~"

Hu Fei couldn't help being furious and trembling with anger. He had seen shameless ones, but he had never seen ones so shameless.

Yang Fan raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Calm down, since that's the case, the life I want to save today is this person."

"Okay, leave it to Boss Yang."

Hu Fei was overjoyed. He was looking forward to Yang Fan's strength.

After 50 years of retreat, he also wanted to see Yang Fan's methods.

"Boy, you are so arrogant, do you really think you can overwhelm me?"

The foreign man had a sneer on his face. Even if Yang Fan was stronger than him, it was absolutely impossible to hurt his life under the eyes of the three Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Try it and you will know..."

Yang Fan sneered, and then took a deep breath, a strange and dangerous khaki luster flashed in his eyes, his feet seemed to be stuck into the soil layer, the khaki brilliance was endlessly integrated into the earth.

All of a sudden, the man of the foreign race and the three of them felt an inexplicable pressure.

Invisibly, there seemed to be a mountain above the heads of the three of them.

"Stop." The beautiful woman whispered softly, her voice was as sweet as a yellow warbler singing valley.

"Dare to ask, your Excellency is Yang Fan, Yaoshi Yang?"

The beautiful woman wearing a seven-color crown smiled sweetly, holy and refined, and temporarily dissipated the noisy atmosphere in the room.

"It's Yang."

Yang Fan smiled lightly, but he was also curious, how could this woman guess her identity?
One must know that he has been in seclusion for four or fifty years, and he has almost been forgotten by the world of cultivating immortals without taking half a step out of the medical hall.

"Little girl Yehan, I have heard of Yaoshi Yang's name a long time ago. In the land of Northern Qin, for ten thousand years, you have the honor of beheading the great monk Yuanying."

The beautiful woman's tone and attitude were very respectful.

At the same time, she looked at Yang Fan with curiosity.

Hearing Yang Fan's identity, the foreign man's complexion changed suddenly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

The honor of beheading the Great Nascent Soul Cultivator sounds terrifying.

Even the Great Nascent Soul cultivator can be beheaded, let alone him, the early Nascent Soul cultivator?
"Hehe, it looks like you know Yang very well." Yang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Ye Han, and said indifferently: "I don't know your family, what do you believe in?"

"Seven-Colored Peacock Fairy." Ye Han whispered four words in a solemn and solemn tone.

"Yang Yaoshi, I have offended many members of the holy clan just now, please forgive me."

Ye Han said apologetically, but at the same time she was pleading for the man of the foreign race.

"No, today, among the three of you, one must die."

Yang Fan's tone was cold and piercing, and he was merciless.

Hearing this, the foreign man's face was slightly pale, but he said sternly: "If you dare to hurt us, just wait for the revenge of my nine tribes in Xishan, when the time comes... the entire Yuyang country will be flattened, the fairy city here , will also become our territory.”

"Are you threatening me?" Yang Fan's pupils shrank, and the temperature in the room dropped sharply.

"Yang Yaoshi, it's just a low-level monk who died? How can a low-level monk compare with the life of the saint clan's national teacher."

The young man with purple pupils spoke for the first time, and there was a kingly majesty in his tone.

One is a low-level monk, and the other is a high-ranking national teacher, a high-level Nascent Soul.

In the world of cultivating immortals, where strength is the most important thing, the two really cannot be compared.

"It can't be compared..." Yang Fan's voice was indifferent and cold: "But the dead are in my territory. No matter you are a high-ranking Nascent Soul or a national teacher, you must die."

"Must die—"

Yang Fan's tough attitude was beyond everyone's expectations.

Swish!

As soon as the words fell, Yang Fan's figure disappeared and moved out of thin air to the side of the man of the foreign race.

pop~~
With a palm, there was a throbbing in the air, and the oppressive mountain-like atmosphere filled the entire tavern.

(Second update, when others have not released the first update, the fast food has already released two updates. I hope that more book friends will vote for the more industrious and motivated fast food. Well, it is an encouragement ,hey-hey.

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