Xianhong Road

Chapter 563 Freezing Blood

(one more in the morning)
In the entire ancient Liangcheng, among hundreds of thousands of monks, after all, there were two existences standing at the pinnacle of Beiqin, aware of Yang Fan's soul root senses.

"who!!"

In the heavily restricted underground secret room, the white-clothed old man and the green-robed old man shouted softly almost at the same time.

The white-clothed old man's face was dull and unremarkable, and there was a strange blood mole on his forehead, which was the ancestor of Xue Lian.

Another old Taoist in green robe, with gray hair, but with an immortal demeanor and hale and hearty eyes.

Apart from the old man Xuelian and Sword Immortal Lingxiao, the identity of this person is also revealed, he is the Grand Master of the Sanqing Sect, Sanqing Sanren.

In this small secret room, more than a dozen of the most powerful members of Beiqin's top management gathered.

Everyone on the field must be at least at the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

After drinking lightly, Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren immediately spread their spiritual consciousness to scan the surrounding area.

However, the strange feeling before disappeared without a trace.

The spiritual consciousness of the two is extremely powerful, but they can cover a radius of 180 miles, not even letting go of the ground, but they have not detected any suspicious persons.

What's more, they didn't even find any clues.

In the secret room, the other high-level Nascent Souls all showed shock and doubt.

Obviously, the two Nascent Soul monks were aware of being watched at the same time, but they didn't feel anything.

"Could it be an illusion...but it's unlikely."

A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the ancestor Xue Lian, but he quickly denied it decisively.

If it is an illusion, it is impossible for the two monks to have an illusion at the same time.

However, with their divine consciousness in the late stage of Nascent Soul, they were unable to detect any clues, which was indeed shocking.

Could it be that the cultivation base of the comer is so strong that it is suspicious to escape the glance of the two monks' spiritual sense.

"Friend Yu Daoist, go out and check to see if unknown people have entered this 'Ancient Liang City'. It is best to strictly investigate the newly recruited monks in the past few days."

The ancestor of Xue Lian said to a proud and tall figure beside him.

"Fellow Daoist Blood Refining, don't worry, I will handle this matter. Since this person can peek into this underground secret room, he must be in Ancient Liang City."

This is a young man wearing purple scale chain armor with a slightly haughty expression.

Even in front of the two great monks, his tone was still cold, his voice sonorous and confident.

The rest of the dozens of Nascent Soul powerhouses were somewhat apprehensive when their eyes fell on this person.

Swish!
With a flash of Ziying, the young man surnamed Yu disappeared from the secret room, his figure was like a ghost.

The old man of blood refining and Sanqing Sanren looked at each other and nodded, feeling relieved, as if they were very optimistic about this person.

On the other side, Yang Fan's soul root senses were withdrawn in an instant, allowing it to merge with the earth.

When the soul root and the earth are fused together, the aura is completely hidden in the entire earth, regardless of each other.

Under such circumstances, even the three strong monks did not discover the existence of Yang Fan's soul root after repeated investigations with their spiritual sense.

Yang Fan also broke into a cold sweat in his heart.

Just now his soul root roamed the entire ancient cool city, and his senses covered a radius of four to five hundred miles. That miraculous state of control made him so confident that the three major monks discovered it.

Furthermore, the secret room was heavily restricted, and Yang Fan's soul root senses were prying rashly, which made the ancestor of Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren feel a sense.

However, Yang Fan did not give up.

This time, his soul root slowly approached the secret room, and the senses of the soul root were carefully unfolded, matching the surrounding environment.

Controlling life, nature and the earth, it is not difficult for Yang Fan to fit in with the surrounding environment.

Under the circumstances of being careful and deliberately concealing, Yang Fan's senses enveloped the entire underground secret room again.

This time, neither the Patriarch Xuelian nor Sanqing Sanren responded.

However, the two are still a little unnatural.

Yang Fan looked at the Sword Immortal Lingxiao sitting cross-legged in the center of the secret room through his senses, and the wind was endless.

Feng Wujue originally looked like a young man, but now he has white hair and a very bad complexion, just like Yang Fan after he finished his martial arts.

After understanding the situation, Yang Fan slowly withdrew the senses of the soul root, allowing the soul root to return to the body.

In the following night, Yang Fan closed his eyes and meditated.

On the second day, Elder Feng Xi came to see Yang Fan, and said solemnly: "Fan'er, the three major monks still haven't come out, but someone summoned you."

"Who?"

From Elder Feng Xi's expression, Yang Fan caught some trouble and worry.

In private, Feng Xi, a luxurious and beautiful woman, called him "Fan'er", but Yang Fan felt it was natural.

One, this Elder Feng Xi is Deng Shiyao's master.

Both, the beautiful woman in front of him is likely to be one of his father's women back then.

No matter from which point of view, Feng Xi is Yang Fan's elder.

"Yu Lin." Feng Xi uttered two words lightly, with a hint of concern in her eyes, she warned: "This person is no small matter, he came with bad intentions, Faner should be careful in dealing with it."

Yu Lin?

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.

The existence of the Dark Blood Dynasty allowed them to grasp the general trend of the Northern Qin Dynasty, and he knew a lot of information about the famous Nascent Soul powerhouses.

Yu Lin, this name, in the land of Northern Qin, can be described as thunderous.

Although he is only a casual cultivator, it has only been a hundred years since he was promoted to the high level of Nascent Soul.

However, in the past 50 or [-] years, Yu Lin has enjoyed a great reputation. With his absolute strength, he has defeated the top three of the original top ten Nascent Soul powerhouses, ranking first among the top ten Nascent Soul powerhouses in the Northern Qin Dynasty.

In other words, besides the three major monks of Beiqin, he was the one with the highest strength and prestige.

There are rumors from the outside world that Yulin once challenged the Sanqing Sanren, one of the three great monks of the Northern Qin Dynasty, but no one has witnessed the final outcome.

But after the war, Sanqing Sanren once praised: "This son's strength is extraordinary. Someday in the future, he may become the new great monk of Beiqin. In a hundred years, Pindao may not be his opponent."

Since then, Yu Lin's name has flourished, and he has become the idol of many young talents in the world of cultivating immortals in the Northern Qin Dynasty.

However, it took only 200 years for Yulin to achieve such an achievement, and his cultivation base approached the late Yuanying period.

Such an achievement can be achieved in 200 years, which is rare in the Northern Qin Dynasty for nearly a thousand years.

"What does he mean... Let me go see him?"

There was a sneer in Yang Fan's eyes.

summoned?

A mid-Yuanying cultivator actually wanted to treat him with such an arrogant attitude.

Yang Fan participated in the war on this trip, and he may not even listen to the orders of the three major monks, let alone the summoning of a mid-Yuanying monk?

"Fan'er, this Yulin is now in the hands of the 'Ancient Liangcheng'. Under the three major monks, he is the most powerful."

Feng Xi sighed bitterly, trying to persuade Yang Fan not to be too emotional.

Yang Fan shook his head and smiled at her: "Did Elder Feng forget what I said? Although I promised to participate in the battle against the barbarian monks, I will not obey orders."

It's all right now, a middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator dares to order him in a condescending posture.

Yang Fan was decisive and refused to accept the other party's summons.

At this moment, Hu Fei opened his sleepy eyes and just heard the conversation between the two.

"Hmph, if you want to talk, you need that Yu Lin to come and see Boss Yang in person."

Hu Fei jumped up, stared, and said domineeringly.

"Okay, I'll go and persuade Fellow Daoist Yu."

Feng Xi gave a wry smile and left the room.

She deeply understood the horror of Yang Fan and Hu Fei.

Feng Xi left, and after a while, she didn't come back.

"Boss Yang, if he dares to come, let me teach him a lesson."

Hu Fei rubbed his hands together, his eyes brightened with excitement.

That Yu Lin sounds very powerful. It would be nice if he could come over and "compete and learn together".

Yang Fan smiled, and with a thought, a fairy with a beautiful face and a dignified and refined temperament appeared beside him in a palace costume.

"Master is finally willing to let me out to get some air."

Fairy Huanling smiled, and stared at Yang Fan with bright eyes, as if she had some resentment.

"what?"

Hu Fei was taken aback, with a guarded look on his face: "You...you are?"

"This is my concubine, Fellow Daoist Phantom Spirit."

Yang Fan's introduction made Hu Fei put away his hostility, glanced at her, and said lazily: "It looks like a vase, so it must not have much fighting power."

Fairy Huanling frowned when she heard the words, feeling a little scared when she felt the powerful aura from Hu Fei.

"What are you talking about?" Yang Fan glared at him.

"Ah! It's nothing...I said this sister looks like a fairy."

Hu Fei immediately followed suit.

Over the past few decades, he has mixed with those ruffians in Wuliu Town, and under the influence of his ears and eyes, he has acquired some habits to some extent.

Huanling Fairy covered her mouth and chuckled, and quickly brought tea to Yang Fan and Hu Fei.

Afterwards, she came to Yang Fan's side again, obediently beating his back.

When she returned to Yuyang from Luoshan Kingdom, Fairy Huanling became a concubine for 50 to [-] years.

During this period, Yang Fan spent most of his time practicing in seclusion, while she stayed in the Immortal Space to help Yang Fan raise the Soul-eating Sky Poison Scorpion.

Occasionally, Yang Fan also let her go out to get some fresh air.

Except that she has no freedom and is alone, Fairy Huanling is fine.

Yang Fan has never touched her body for 50 years since the incident in Luoshan Kingdom, and he is not a person who is addicted to women in his imagination.

During this period, Yang Fan also bestowed some top-quality elixirs on her, her cultivation improved rapidly, and she was approaching the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

While Yang Fan was enjoying the gentle massage of Fairy Huanling and beating his back, a very discordant atmosphere suddenly came from outside.

"Step aside."

A proud and cold voice came.

Then, a strange man broke in.

Behind him was an old man in sixties, an old woman.

This strange man stood proudly, his silver hair was windless, he was wearing purple scale chain armor, and his face was sharp and angular.

However, the silver-haired man had a bit of arrogance on his face, and there was a bit of anger in his eyes.

"Who!! How dare you barge in privately!"

Hu Fei looked hostile, and with a flash of figure, he stopped the three of them from the door.

"Xia Yulin." The silver-haired man exuded a bone-piercing coldness, his eyes swept over several people coldly, and he just fixed a glance on the face of Fairy Huan Ling, and a strange color flashed across his face.

After all, a snow-white cold current lingered all over his body, and the bone-piercing freezing air made Hu Feidong tremble.

He rushed straight in, followed by the sixty-year-old man and the white-haired old woman with hostile expressions on their faces.

At the same time, Yang Fan's spiritual sense senses captured the three or four high-ranking Nascent Souls who had already ambushed around the guest room, and his eyes were swept away.

"The boy deserves a beating." Hu Fei was furious, and slapped Yu Lin on the head.

Yu Lin snorted coldly, and the white light of freezing air burst out from the palm of his hand, striking Hu Fei together.

boom! !

Yu Lin was shocked away, with a surprised expression on his face

As for Hu Fei, his body was stiff, his blood was frozen, and he stood there like a statue, motionless.

(One update in the early morning...Thank you for your support, we did not lose, we even won, haha. "Xianhong" is currently ranked 30th in the overall list, the best score in the history of fast food. Last month it was still Out of the 130th place, it has advanced by a hundred. In other words, why doesn't the starting point get a monthly ticket progress award?

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