Xianhong Road

Chapter 566 The bet of billions of souls

There was a dead silence in the room.

All eyes were fixed on Yang Fan's face.

As the victim, Fairy Huanling, her pretty face was as red as a cloud, and her eyes were complicated.

Hu Fei had a weird face, and reached out to touch the back of his head, feeling very irritable.

Xuexuan, who was beside Fairy Huanling, gritted her silver teeth and stared at Yang Fan fiercely.

The old man in the green shirt was even more jealous, with both anger and killing intent, wishing to tear Yang Fan's body into thousands of pieces.

If it weren't for Yang Fan's great deterrent strength, these two people would have started their actions long ago, so there is no need for two big monks to sit in charge.

Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces.

"Fellow Daoist's words are wrong. Fellow Daoist Phantom Spirit voluntarily became Yang's concubine after reaching an agreement with Yang."

Yang Fan looked calm, as if even if the sky fell, he would not be moved.

"You are making unreasonable words. If it wasn't for coercion and threat, how could you become your concubine with your status as the elder of the phantom spirit?"

The old man in blue was trembling with anger.

"Fellow Daoist Phantom Spirit, as the party concerned, this matter is up to you to decide."

Yang Fan turned his attention to Fairy Huanling.

Fairy Huanling pursed her lips and remained silent for a long time, her pretty face full of complexities.

Finally, she smiled bitterly, and said to the old man in blue and Xuexuan: "Phantom is indeed voluntary. Back then, Phantom was an enemy of Yang Daoyou, so he should have killed me. It was Phantom who agreed to be his attendant for the sake of life. Concubine, I can't blame Fellow Daoist Yang for this matter."

Hearing this, the old man in green shirt and Xue Xuan were startled.

Xue Xuan said with a look of reluctance: "How can you be his concubine, at least you can form a couple of monks."

"Phantom, today there are two big Nascent Soul cultivators calling the shots, you can follow me back to the sect."

The old man in the green shirt rushed over, trying to pull Fairy Huanling away.

Yang Fan just watched quietly, smiling, but didn't stop him.

Hu Fei wanted to make a move, but he stopped him by raising his hand.

However, although Fairy Huanling was forcibly pulled over, she broke away from the hands of the two and returned to Yang Fan.

All of this was expected by Yang Fan.

Finally, after repeated negotiations to no avail, the old man in green shirt and Xue Xuan looked helpless, gave Yang Fan a few hard glances, got up and left.

Patriarch Xuelian, Sanqing Sanren and Yu Lin were all incredulous.

This unattainable, dignified and beautiful fairy is willing to be Yang Fan's concubine, can't Ladu pull her away?
What is the clue in this?
In other words, what kind of supernatural power does Yang Fan have to make such an excellent stunner like Fairy Huanling her concubine?

But it is said that...Yang Fan already has a world-famous woman as his partner in Yuyang Country.

Now she can still have such a top-quality female cultivator like Fairy Huanling as a concubine.

Thinking of this, the three of them were almost envious.

There is no taboo for a pair of monks, but it is not forced.

If you can meet an excellent and suitable spouse, you can even promote each other's cultivation, and join hands to advance the immortal way. This is also often recorded in ancient books.

After a small disturbance, Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren did not leave immediately.

"Yang Daoyou, you can come to the ancient Liangcheng, which is a great help to the Thirteen Kingdoms Alliance. Pindao represents thousands of people in the thirteen countries, and expresses gratitude to Yang Daoyou."

Sanqing Sanren was very polite to Yang Fan.

"Where is it?" Yang Fan said pleasantly: "As a member of the Thirteen Kingdoms, this is what Yang should do."

"Next, Fellow Daoist Sanqing and I have to discuss some important matters with Fellow Daoist Yang." The ancestor of Xue Lian swept Hu Fei and Fairy Huanling lightly.

Fairy Huan Ling hurriedly pulled Hu Fei away.

Hu Fei was reluctant, so he groaned before leaving the room.

When there were only three people left in the room, Sanqing Sanren waved his whisk and laid down several layers of restrictions to prevent outsiders from prying.

After the three of them were seated, the Sanqing Sancai spoke slowly: "Now the Thirteen-Nation Alliance is retreating steadily. The main reason is that we are slightly inferior to the barbarians in terms of the number of great monks. Moreover, the strength of the Black Wind Demon Emperor is also a reason."

"If Fellow Daoist Yang can fight against a great barbarian monk, he can turn the tide of the battle, at least he won't be retreating like this."

The eyes of the two fell on Yang Fan's face at the same time, with a bit of expectation.

"I heard fellow Daoist Blood Refining say that Fellow Daoist Yang should be able to compete with Great Cultivator Nascent Soul. I don't know if you are sure of this?"

Sanqing Sanren asked rightly.

This matter is of great importance, and he must confirm it again and again.

If Yang Fan does not have this strength, it is likely to have unimaginable consequences.

A single thought would determine the fate of countless monks in Beiqin.

Hearing this, Yang Fan looked at Sanqing Sanren with a smile: "Daoist Sanqing, do you want to try?"

He sat upright, confident and composed.

Sanqing Sanren and Patriarch Xuelian looked at each other and nodded.

It seems that they also recognize Yang Fan's strength, at least he should be able to compete with a Nascent Soul monk.

"Then, fellow Daoist Yang, can you obey the alliance's orders and join me in fighting against the barbarians?"

The ancestor of blood refining asked.

"Yang had already said before going to Ancient Liang City that he would not obey orders. Could it be that Elder Feng Xi didn't tell the two of you?"

Yang Fan said with a half-smile.

Disobedient?
Sanqing Sanren and Xuelian Patriarch's expressions changed at the same time.

There was an oppressive and uneasy atmosphere in this small room.

Yang Fan sat still, as if he had the winning ticket in his hands.

"However, Yang can promise that in the event of a full-scale war, he will help you contain a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Yang Fan smiled again.

"How do you say that? Then what is your real purpose in coming to Ancient Liang City?"

The ancestor of Xue Lian looked at him with burning eyes.

He has dealt with Yang Fan twice, and he knows that the other party's behavior is bold and unconstrained, and he is extremely difficult to deal with.

Swish!
Beside Yang Fan, suddenly appeared a proud and tall demon youth.

The face of this demonic young man is like ice that has not melted for thousands of years, and the demonic aura on his body even moved the faces of the two Nascent Soul monks in front of him.

"Shi Qianhan."

Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren looked at each other and blurted out.

"It's Shi." A cold light flashed in Shi Qianhan's eyes.

"Yang Daoyou, what do you mean?"

The ancestor of Xue Lian vaguely guessed something.

"Let Shi Mou check and balance a barbarian celestial master."

Shi Qianhan said proudly and confidently.

"This..." Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren hesitated.

"Are you questioning Shi's strength?"

Shi Qianhan laughed coldly, and the surrounding air stagnated suddenly, which brought pressure to the two great monks.

"We don't doubt the strength of Fellow Daoist Shi, it's just..."

The eyes of the two turned to Yang Fan.

Shi Qianhan came to check and balance a Nascent Soul cultivator, so what would Yang Fan do?

"The purpose of Yang's trip is not just to repel the barbarian monks."

Yang Fan's gaze was as sharp as a sword.

"Then what do you want?" Sanqing Sanren and Patriarch Xuelian had a bad feeling.

"Sweep...sweep...man...barbarian!"

Yang Fan said almost word for word, with great determination in his tone.

Sanqing Loose Cultivator and Xuelian Patriarch looked at each other, taking a deep breath.

The man in front of him was just like the uncrowned king of the nine barbarian tribes, the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

The latter uttered wild words to flatten the Thirteen Northern Qin Kingdoms within ten years.

The former made up his mind to sweep away the nine tribes of barbarians.

"Elder Feng said earlier that Daoyou Yang intends to become the supreme commander of the Northern Qin Thirteen-Nation Alliance. Now it seems that this is absolutely impossible."

Sanqing Sanren's eyes were determined.

"Why?" Yang Fan smiled, a little curious.

"Sweeping the barbarians? If you become the supreme commander, wouldn't it be gambling with the fate of hundreds of millions of people in the Thirteen Kingdoms of Northern Qin to realize your personal wishes and will?"

As the righteous leader, Sanqing Sanren seems to have a compassionate heart.

"This war is a gamble. If it wins, Beiqin will be at peace for at least a thousand years. If it loses, Beiqin's millions of people will be on the road to ruin."

"However, the odds of winning this bet will be completely different in the hands of different people."

Yang Fan's eyes gradually drifted away.

"Stop arguing, you two. Fellow Daoist Yang can help check and balance a barbarian celestial master. At least our purpose of this trip has been achieved."

The ancestor of blood refining came to smooth things over.

Sanqing Sanren fell into short-term thinking.

He was thinking about the last two sentences Yang Fan said, and he felt that they really made sense.

This war is a bet that determines the fate of the sky.

However, he didn't dare to have too much hope for Yang Fan's ability.

If he is really asked to gamble, who can guarantee that he has a greater chance of winning?

After a brief "confrontation" between Yang Fan and the two big monks, the first fight finally came to an end.

The two great monks got up to bid farewell, and Shi Qianhan also left together.

When the three of them left the guest room, Yu Lin and the others who were waiting outside were slightly taken aback.

Then, the two big monks rushed back to the meeting hall in the center of the ancient cool city with this young man of unknown origin.

Along the way, many people looked at Shi Qianhan curiously.

This person actually flew side by side with the two big monks.

Are they strong at the same level?
In the meeting hall, more than a dozen Nascent Soul powerhouses quickly gathered.

Those present here are all monks at the middle stage of Nascent Soul and early stage of Nascent Soul, and they are not even qualified to participate.

"Everyone, this is the newly joined Shi Qianhan. His main task is to fight against the barbarian celestial masters. I believe that with his joining, the situation will change."

The ancestor of Xue Lian introduced.

Whoa! !

A dozen high-ranking Nascent Souls on the field were in an uproar with shock on their faces.

Not only Shi Qianhan's identity, but also his task of fighting against the barbarian celestial masters.

"Shi Qianhan? I heard that he is the same person as the legendary Yang Fan."

The people below came to a realization.

After everyone calmed down, Sanqing Sanren and Xuelian Patriarch began to formulate battlefield strategies.

Shi Qianhan listened quietly, without saying a word, even if Sanqing Sanren and Xuelian Patriarch asked, he did not raise any doubts.

His mission is to check and balance a barbarian celestial master, nothing more.

As for other matters, leave it to the deity to trouble yourself.

After the battlefield strategy was formulated, Yu Lin questioned: "The extreme delay is to find ways to heal Ling Xiao Sword Immortal's injury. If he doesn't take action, how can he compete with the Black Wind Demon Emperor."

"Fellow Daoist's injury is very serious. I'm afraid it won't take a year or so. It will be difficult to recover, unless...you can find a very skilled doctor."

When Sanqing Sanren said this, his eyes lit up.

"Hey, I heard that Fellow Daoist Shi's other identity is a generation of genius doctor, and it is rumored that he can bring the dead back to life."

Someone spoke suddenly.

Hearing this, Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren couldn't help but wry smiles.

It seemed that they had to make another trip to ask Yang Fan to help.

(Fourth update to... the ninth day of 1W2.

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