Xianhong Road

Chapter 565 Meeting with the Great Cultivator

There are at least hundreds of thousands of monks in the entire ancient cool city.

The battle just now was quite noisy, which naturally attracted the attention of the monks in the nearby area.

At least the consciousness of hundreds of thousands of monks saw the confrontation just now.

There are even a few high-level people who have seen the whole process.

When the solitary petrified statues were revealed in the ruins, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

If it's just some low-ranking people, then that's all.

However, the six petrified people were all high-ranking Nascent Soul monsters.

The six Nascent Soul monsters were all petrified, and it was only in a short breath or two.

Let me ask Bei Qin, who has such supernatural powers?
huh~~
Yang Fan took a long breath, stepped on the ground with both feet, his soul root merged into the earth, and the green species of life differentiated into thousands of green streams.

In this situation, the mind and mana he had consumed recovered at a rapid speed.

"Who is this senior, whose strength is so terrifying that he can restrain six high-ranking Nascent Souls in an instant, and what's more, he still masters the extremely rare petrification supernatural power."

The monks in the nearby area began to chat with each other via voice transmission.

"Hey, you new generations probably haven't heard of the deeds of Senior Yang."

A middle-aged monk with a mustache coughed twice, pretending to be mysterious and saying:

"That starts 50 years ago, but at that time, most of you hadn't started cultivating immortals or you were all low-level unknown monks..."

There are also quite a few monks who know Yang Fan's origin.

The gossip spread quickly, and many new monks knew about Yang Fan's legendary deeds.

At the same time, the news of Yang Fan's appearance in the ancient Liangcheng quickly spread throughout Zhao's last base.

"Boss Yang, what about the six stone statues?"

Hu Fei walked up to one of the stone statues and kicked it a few times.

"Be gentle." Yang Fan warned, "Each of these six stone statues is broken, it means a life."

Hu Fei gave a jolt and nodded repeatedly.

The fall of a Nascent Soul is no small matter.

At this moment, the thirteen countries are fighting against the barbarians, and every Nascent Soul expert will play a vital role on the battlefield.

"Wait for the three monks to come over and take them back."

Yang Fan smiled.

After a while, Elder Feng Xi hurried over, seeing these six petrified statues, he couldn't help but smile wryly.

What can she say?

With the strength of these two, even if the invincible Black Wind Demon Emperor comes in person, they can still fight

A new room was arranged for Yang Fan and Hu Fei.

"Fan'er, these petrified monks, don't you think..."

Feng Xi pleads for them.

"Stay here first... as a hostage. In case someone comes to disturb my Qingning."

Yang Fan said indifferently.

Feng Xi sighed: "You take care of yourself, don't endanger the lives of others. Every monk here is an elite who resists the barbarians."

"Yes, yes, let's go..."

Hu Fei was impatient, but "outspoken".

It just so happened that Feng Xi was very afraid of this son, so she hurriedly left without daring to say anything.

"Hahaha... Boss Yang, this move of yours is too powerful, you will be kept as a hostage, let's see if they dare to be arrogant."

Hu Fei jumped up and down, danced and grinned, like a child who hasn't grown up.

Yang Fan looked at him very strangely, and found that Hu Fei's movements and expressions were very similar to some kind of animal.

That is "monkey".

When Hu Fei entered that inexplicable state last time, his whole body was covered with hair, his hands turned into sharp claws, and he was very similar to a monkey in terms of movement and expression.

After a while, Yang Fan released Fairy Huanling again and asked her to beat his back.

Looking at the entire Bei Qin, he is probably the only one who can enjoy such treatment.

Fairy Huan Ling's eyes were still a little rosy, and she said faintly: "Master took me away just now, did you think Huan'er was dragging you down?"

Yang Fan was taken aback.

"Nonsense, of course." Hu Fei said carelessly: "Take you away so that we can fight freely."

After Fairy Huanling finished listening, her bright eyes dimmed.

For the first time, Yang Fan showed a little affection for this girl, and reached out his hand to wipe away the sparkle in her eyes.

For the past four or fifty years, as her concubine, Fairy Huan Ling has always been very well-behaved, responsible, and even considerate.

As a concubine, she is already very qualified.

It's just that Yang Fan spends most of his time in seclusion, and it's only one time that he has a skin-to-skin kiss with her.

That night, Yang Fan and the other three did not practice, and fell asleep just lying on the bed.

This feeling of falling asleep naturally is extremely rare for a cultivator.

The next day, Yang Fan woke up from his sleep and found Fairy Huanling's quiet and dignified pretty face on his chest.

The concubine in her arms opened her skirts, and her hands were still on the crystal full jade peak.

At this moment, Fairy Huanling just woke up, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she grabbed his hand subconsciously.

Yang Fan smiled awkwardly, this was not intentional, it was just a reaction in his sleep.

It's not normal to sleep with a beautiful fairy in my arms all night without any reaction.

Huanling Fairy's dignified and soft pretty face suddenly flushed, and she grabbed Yang Fan's hand, not knowing whether to push it away or let it go.

She is Yang Fan's concubine, if the other party really needs this, I can't refuse.

Yang Fan's hand was still sticking to her crystal-clear snow-like skin and the Saintess Peak, but his face slowly returned to calm, and his eyes were clear.

He deeply understands that at this moment in the period of the barbarian war, he cannot relax, on the contrary, he must raise his energy and spirit, waiting for the decisive battle with the strong barbarians.

"You...you."

Hu Fei woke up at an untimely time, and saw Yang Fan and Fairy Huanling being intimate with each other.

Immediately, he opened his mouth wide, looking dumbfounded.

"Who are you?" Hu Fei stretched out his hand to touch the back of his head, somewhat confused.

However, for some reason, when he saw Fairy Huanling's breasts and breasts, his face suddenly turned red.

He was actually shy.

Fairy Huanling was also so ashamed that she quickly tidied up her dress.

Seeing Hu Fei blushing innocently, Yang Fan couldn't help laughing until his stomach hurts.

"Another day, let me choose a few concubines for you?"

Yang Fan looked at Hu Fei with a smile.

Hu Fei was startled for a moment, then shook his head like a wave drum: "No, no, no..."

He seemed a little guilty and ignorant about this matter.

However, there was a bit of curiosity in his eyes, and he couldn't help asking: "Is it really possible?"

Yang Fan who almost didn't laugh turned his back on his back, Fairy Huanling also giggled straight away, and suddenly found that Hu Fei was pure like a child in this respect.

"Master, you can't spoil this child."

Fairy Huanling leaned close to Yang Fan's mouth, exhaled like blue, pursed her lips and smiled.

Hu Fei looked puzzled, and stretched out his fingers to touch the back of his head, feeling baffled.

Just as Yang Fan was joking with Fairy Huanling, four or five tyrannical auras came from somewhere in the ancient Liangcheng.

The target was Yang Fan's room.

"It's here, it's finally here."

Yang Fan took a deep breath and regained his composure.

Fairy Huanling also regained her dignity and beauty, and obediently stood beside him, beating his back.

Hu Fei looked outside.

shhhhh! !
The first thing to bear is a blue shadow and a bloody light.

When these two descended, an inexplicable depression arose in the entire area.

The powerful coercion made thousands of nearby monks hold their breath.

Fairy Huanling trembled slightly with her jade hands beating Yang Fan's back, lowered her head, her ears were warm red, and she didn't dare to raise her head.

There were two people who came, one of them was an old Taoist priest in green robe, holding a dust whisk in his hand, with a childlike face, hale hair, hale and hearty eyes, and an immortal demeanor.

Another old man in a white shirt had an old-fashioned face, and there was a bloody mole between his forehead and heart.

This person is naturally the ancestor of blood refining who had two bet battles with Yang Fan.

That green-robed old Taoist priest is none other than Sanqing Sanren, the leader of the Northern Qin Righteous Path, and one of the three great monks.

At this moment, two of the top three monks in Beiqin came at the same time.

If it hadn't been for another Sword Immortal Ling Xiao who was seriously injured and was on the verge of life and death, even if the three major monks came together, it would not be impossible.

It can be seen from this that Yang Fan's weight in the hearts of the three monks.

"Yang Daoyou, I haven't seen you for 50 years, and your handwriting is getting bigger and bigger."

The ancestor of Xue Lian smiled faintly, his eyes swept over the six stone statues outside the house, his tone was very strange, he didn't know whether it was irony or helplessness.

"Ms. Yang has always been a person who does not offend me and I will not offend others. The reason why he is like this is because he is forced to do so."

Yang Fan sighed bitterly, with that look and tone, those who didn't understand the inside story thought he was the real victim.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, these six people are the backbone against the barbarians, you should undo their petrification."

Sanqing Sanren's old Zhengran voice came.

Yang Fan nodded, he still wanted to give these two some face.

As they are both at the top of the Northern Qin Dynasty and control the fate of the common people, Yang Fan and them have mutual fears and checks and balances, and under normal circumstances, they will definitely not tear each other apart.

He closed his eyes, a strange wave surged from the ground under his feet.

After a few breathing efforts, the six petrified Nascent Soul experts recovered.

When they saw Yang Fan standing with Sanqing Sanren and Xuelian Patriarch, they were all in awe, and quickly thanked the two great monks.

Of course they understood that it was the two big monks who made an exception for Yang Fan to let him and the others go.

shhhhhh! !

At this moment, three more figures fell into the room, one of them was a young man wearing purple scale chain armor, his face was slightly pale.

It was Yu Lin who had suffered at the hands of Yang Fan before.

Behind Yu Lin, there is an old man in green clothes and a woman in colorful clothes.The former is kind-hearted, while the latter is beautiful.

"Great elder, sister Xuexuan?"

When Fairy Huanling saw these two people, her expression changed.

Obviously, these two people have an extraordinary relationship with her, the former is the elder of the sect, and the latter is a close friend in the boudoir.

"Sister Huanling, I finally found you."

The woman in colorful clothes, with joy in her beautiful eyes, hurried up and hugged Fairy Huan Ling.

And the old man in the green shirt looked at Yang Fan with a cold and hostile expression.

"Fellow Daoist Blood Refining, Daoist Sanqing, please be the master of my 'Immortal Imaginary Lingyun Sect' today."

The old man in blue suddenly bowed to the two chief monks.

"Friend Li Daoyou, please speak up slowly if you have anything to say." Sanqing Loose Cultivator waved his whisk, and a soft and mighty force lifted him up.

"This is the man..." The blue-clothed old man's eyes contained murderous intent and fierce anger, and he pointed at Yang Fan: "He took the elder of my sect Huanling away, and there has been no news for four or fifty years... Today there are two great monks Be there, please call the shots for us."

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