Xianhong Road

Chapter 570

When Ye Han saw the identity of the visitor, her pretty face turned pale at first.

However, she was dragged by Yang Fan to show her legs, the skirt was facing up, and it slid down, and the spring light suddenly leaked, she was ashamed.

Her pale face blushed and dripped blood, she simply closed her eyes, not daring to look.

Yang Fan didn't care about this, his eyes were as calm as water, he stretched out his hand and shook them, turning them over.

Before that, she had already sealed her mana.

Then, he took out another purple-black poison whip and wrapped Yehan around.

"You...what do you want?"

Yehan's voice trembled slightly, and her delicate body trembled.

At this moment, in this small and dark space, there are two people alone, a man and a widow.

She was really worried about Yang Fan's evil thoughts.

However, from the beginning to the end, Yang Fan's eyes were clear, and he detained her in the khaki prison.

"Fellow Daoist Yehan, I've wronged you to stay here for a while."

Yang Fan smiled lightly, and with a thought, another burly man appeared in this small space.

This big man exuded a tyrannical demonic aura, his hands were a pair of poison forceps, and his eyes were shining with a faint blue light, which made people daunting.

"You're here watching her."

Yang Fan left the Transformation Scorpion King here, and then turned back near the ground.

As soon as he emerged, he sensed a turbulent aura.

I saw above the camp, Hu Fei was holding a mace, fighting with four high-ranking Nascent Souls at the same time.

Fortunately, among the four Nascent Soul monks, there is only one in the early Nascent Soul.

Although Hu Fei was firmly suppressed, he hadn't really lost yet.

Even if it is really in danger, there is still the inheritance of Lei Lingzhu to save his life.

When the five Nascent Souls fought together in the air above the camp, the powerful aftermath scattered, and the monks below were in chaos.

Hu Fei deliberately brought the battle near the ground, which made the four strong barbarians gnash their teeth with hatred.

Taking advantage of the chaotic moment, Yang Fan concealed himself and walked across the camp.

In his hand was a round gray sphere, about the size of a fist.

Slightly injecting mana, an invisible and intangible breath dispersed to the surrounding camps.

In the chaos, most people's attention was drawn to the battle above, and few people noticed the abnormality.

After Yang Fan circled around the nearby camp a few times, the strange aura had spread for several miles.

Finally, Yang Fan nodded, turned into a green light and shadow, and flew upwards.

The complexions of the four barbarian Nascent Souls who were fighting changed.

Here comes another one! !

Two people were quickly separated to suppress Yang Fan.

Yang Fan flicked his hands lightly in the void, and two light snakes four or five feet long came out, holding the two Nascent Souls in place.

"withdraw!!"

Yang Fan yelled at Hu Fei, flickered to him, and took his hand to escape under the soil layer.

puff puff! !
There was a faint yellow light on the soil layer, and the two of them escaped to the bottom, and disappeared without a trace.

High in the sky, the four Nascent Soul cultivators hissed, deeply feeling the horror of Yang Fan and the two of them.

In fact, they also quickly guessed the identities of the two of Yang Fan.

"Huh? No, why don't you see Her Majesty the Holy Maiden?"

One of the Nascent Soul elders exclaimed.

The four of them unfolded their consciousness at the same time and searched the entire camp.

no trace! !
"No, Her Royal Highness was kidnapped..."

The four of them changed color at the same time.

"I'm going to inform Master Tianshi, you continue to search for clues."

One of them left quickly.

During this period, they didn't realize that the strange aura in the camp gradually faded, and the monks breathed it into their bodies.

These monks absorbed the breath without any special reaction on the surface.

It's just that a few low-level monks felt a slight discomfort and didn't take it to heart.

In less than half a cup of tea, Yang Fan and Hu Fei returned to the ancient Liangcheng, followed closely behind by a holy woman with pale complexion and gorgeous clothes.

At first, Yehan was naturally unwilling to actively cooperate.

Yang Fan didn't say anything, just grabbed her showy leg and left while hanging upside down.

This made her feel ashamed, so she had to submit obediently.

Along the way, Yang Fan even suggested to Hu Fei: "This girl is also the best, should I leave it to you as a concubine?"

Hearing this, Yehan felt uneasy.

Fortunately, Hu Fei just glanced at him and her, showing no interest.

After entering the Ancient Liang City, the two brought a prisoner with them, which immediately aroused the curiosity of many people.

"Senior Yang, who is this female prisoner?" Someone asked.

"This girl is real, Senior Yang won't take her back as a concubine, will he?"

Someone asked privately.

call out!
At this moment, a graceful figure flew over, it was Feng Xi.

"Huh? Isn't this the saint of the nine barbarian tribes?"

Feng Xi exclaimed.

Saintess?

Yang Fan was slightly taken aback, he really didn't know what was going on, at first he just thought the other party had a high status.

But never expected that Ye Han turned out to be the saintess of the nine barbarian tribes.

"Miraculous Physician Yang is really amazing. He actually captured the saint girl from the barbarians of Xishan Mountain."

There was a commotion in the entire ancient cool city, and the news quickly spread throughout the city.

Not long after, in the main hall of the central mansion in the ancient cool city.

More than a dozen high-ranking Nascent Soul officials from Northern Qin gathered together to consider how to deal with this saint.

"We can use this woman as a threat to make the Xishan barbarians retreat temporarily and gain some breathing time."

An old Nascent Soul suggested.

Soon, this proposal won the approval of most of them.

Since the barbarian saintess can be captured alive, it is natural to make her profit.

Killing them directly will only arouse the hatred and fighting spirit of the barbarians.

The Sanqing Sanren also nodded when they heard the words: "The saint of Xishan is a sacred symbol among the barbarians, and her status is no less than that of the three great masters. Using this woman as a threat will at least make the barbarian monks feel scruples."

"Since everyone has no objection, we will send people to negotiate with Xiyue in a few days."

A smile appeared on the face of the ancestor of blood refinement.

Yang Fan frowned, he didn't expect everyone on the field to have such a strong desire for peace and comfort.

This is completely contrary to his wishes.

"Negotiate peace?" Yang Fan's face turned cold: "I don't agree."

Yang Fan's objection sounded in the hall.

Suddenly, there was a dead silence in the hall.

Everyone did not expect that under such circumstances, there were still people who objected.

Could it be that he wanted to use his own strength to resist the wrath of the crowd?
"What's your opinion, Fellow Daoist Yang?"

Sword Immortal Ling Xiao, who had been silent for a long time, spoke.

"Yang's idea is to use this woman to negotiate and temporarily let Xishan retreat, and then our 40 monks will come out and kill them by surprise."

"In short, Yang does not agree to negotiate a peace. Temporary peace can't solve the fundamental problem. It's better to settle it once and for all."

Yang Fan's eyes gradually became sharper.

After Ling Xiaojianxian Feng Wujue listened, he clapped his hands in praise: "Okay, very good, finally someone agrees with Feng Mou."

Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren frowned slightly.

Prior to this, among the three major monks, Sword Immortal Ling Xiao had always been a powerful main combat faction and proposed to take the initiative to attack.

Maybe it's also related to his identity as a swordsman, and he doesn't like this passive state.

However, Sanqing Sanren and the Patriarch Xuelian didn't like to take risks, and liked to fight steadily. After several active attacks and sneak attacks failed, they have been passively defending.

Three major monks, two for defense and one for battle.

With a two-to-one ratio, Feng Wujue's wishes were of course restrained, and he remained silent in terms of tactics.

"Yang Daoyou, when you first came to Ancient Liangcheng, you didn't know the strength and strategy of the Black Wind Demon Emperor, so it's really risky to attack rashly."

Sanqing Sanren smiled wryly.

Yang Fan was a little surprised, he didn't expect that Feng Wujue, one of the three monks, could stand on the same front with him.

In this way, he can completely compete with the other two monks.

"Two fellow daoists, don't forget... who captured this prisoner alive and how to deal with it, Yang has the right to go first."

Yang Fan said indifferently.

"This……"

Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren were choked together.

Feng Wujue nodded in agreement and said, "The Saintess of Xishan Mountain was captured by Fellow Daoist Yang, so he should deal with it."

The face of the ancestor of Xue Lian sank slightly: "This is a war of cultivating immortals that affects the lives of hundreds of millions of people. It is not a time for individuals to show their strength."

Obviously, they were unwilling to let Yang Fan deal with this woman.

"Really?" Yang Fan said with a smile: "Yang can capture her alive once from the barbarian camp, and he can also capture her a second time, not to mention that she was originally in Guliang City."

"Yang Fan, what exactly do you want?"

The blood mole on the forehead of the ancestor of Xue Lian suddenly jumped, and a great pressure came.

"What do I want?"

Yang Fan was happy and fearless, his soul roots melted into the earth in an instant, and a majestic aura as thick as a mountain burst out.

At the same time, the ground under everyone's feet swayed for a while.

rumbling...

It wasn't just this small hall that was shaking, almost the entire ancient Liangcheng with a radius of hundreds of miles was shaking slightly, like falling into the doomsday.

"What's going on? Could it be an earthquake?"

There was a burst of chaos in the ancient cool city.

Sensing this shocking sign, in the hall, more than a dozen outstanding Nascent Soul stagers changed their colors one by one.

At this moment, it seemed that the whole earth was trembling under Yang Fan's feet.

With a single thought, he can split the earth and turn this place into ruins.

Demonstration! !
Naked demonstrations! !
The expressions of the three monks changed drastically at the same time.

Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren looked apprehensive, and were overwhelmed by Yang Fan's terrifying aura.

Feng Wujue's complexion changed slightly, and a look of joy appeared in his eyes immediately.

Being able to join such a powerful partner on the side of the main combat faction swept away the depression that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart.

The shaking of the entire ancient Liangcheng only lasted for a few breaths, and the aura on Yang Fan's body suddenly disappeared.

Everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Yang Fan with more awe and fear.

The man in front of him is no longer scary enough to describe.

Whether it is strength, means, or a strong attitude, people dare not violate it.

And what's more subtle is that Feng Wujue, one of the three major monks, is on his side.

"Let's talk peacefully, everyone."

Soon someone came to round up the field to ease the atmosphere.

Afterwards, the highest level of the Northern Qin Thirteen-Nation Alliance and others finally decided to return the right to dispose of the captives to Yang Fan after some discussions.

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