Next, Li Liangcai solemnly taught Yang Fan a set of self-created martial arts that matched Beiming's magical powers, but Yang Fan was not very interested.
After all, he has not awakened any Beiming magical power in his body. This so-called Beiming Dharma is just a useless thing for him, a decoration, and it will not have much effect.
In order to take Li Liangcai's face into consideration and avoid making them suspicious, Yang Fan still pretended to study seriously, and then said goodbye under the astonished eyes of Li Liangcai and Master Tianchan.
"This kid is not only very talented, but his understanding is also amazing!"
After Yang Fan left, Li Liangcai continued to lie on the bench and sighed softly:
"There are really talented people from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years. Old monk, we are all old!"
"Ami... that Buddha!"
The old monk shook his head slightly in disapproval: "It's not that we are old, it's that you, this old boy, are too negative. He's just a genius, who wasn't already?"
"Besides, we are only over two hundred years old, how old are we?"
"Nowadays, any king you pick out can live to be over six hundred years old. Emperor Zun's lifespan is even worse. He is over two hundred years old, and at most he is just an adult."
The old monk is still dissatisfied with old age.
But what he said is also true. The lifespan of a warrior will continue to increase with the improvement of his cultivation. The upper limit of the lifespan of a king is six hundred years, and the upper limit of the lifespan of an emperor is two thousand years. Not to mention the emperor's realm. Even if he cannot live as long as heaven and earth, he can still live several times longer than the emperor.
If the two of them were not seriously injured and their life sources were exhausted, their two hundred years would only be a fraction of that.
Li Liangcai also shook his head slightly: "Having said that, among the warriors of the human race, who can really live for so many years? After so many years, are there not many kings and emperors who have died in front of us?"
After they break through to the corresponding realm, there will be a mysterious independent feedback in the sea of consciousness as their longevity increases.
For example, if the life span of the Grand Master reaches 300 years old, when they break through to the Wuzong realm, the rapid growth of their life source will cause them to sense this number in the dark. The same is true for other realms. This is brought about by the transition of life. The natural feedback is very mysterious and can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.
However, in the more than 150 years since the recovery of spiritual power, there have been many warriors who have broken through to the level of king or even emperor, but there are only a few who can survive to this day.
In troubled times, no matter how long your life span and vitality are, they cannot withstand the continuous consumption of war.
Just like the two of them, although they were injured, if they hadn't fought tooth and nail to protect the city and participated in the battle again and again after being injured, directly or indirectly losing too much life source and soul source, they would at least be able to do it again. There are thousands of years of life for them to consume.
But now.
If it weren't for Yang Fan's appearance, Li Liangcai would have exhausted the last bit of life source in his body in a month or two at most.
Although the old monk is better, he will definitely not last a year.
In troubled times, no one can be alone, and there is no such thing as seclusion, because no matter where you hide, you will eventually be unable to escape the attacks and intrusions of the demon clan.
"I don't dare to ask for too much now." Li Liangcai said: "I only hope that Yang Fan can break through the imperial realm as soon as possible, not to mention being able to cure my Taoist injuries, even if it can only suppress them temporarily, allowing me to partially recover in a short time. I am satisfied with the power of the emperor."
The old monk raised his eyebrows: "Old man, do you want to fight the Fire Phoenix Demon Emperor to your death?"
"Is there any problem?" Li Liangcai did not deny it, but asked softly: "With my broken body, I risk my life to die with a demon emperor. Isn't it a business made with blood?"
The old monk shook his head slightly and did not argue too much with Li Liangcai.
"It's too early to say this now. Let's just wait patiently and wait for little donor Yang Fan to make a breakthrough as soon as possible!"
It is not that easy to fight against a powerful demon king.
Moreover, all the emperors are now in seclusion. God knows where they have all hidden, and when will they break out
Therefore, there is no point in mentioning these now.
Maybe when the emperor comes out, the emperor's appointment will be put on the agenda again. Even for the overall interests of the human race, Old Man Li has to temporarily compromise.
In the city, alleys.
As soon as Yang Fan came out, he was blocked by Zhang Hongxin and Guan Boyuan who had been waiting outside.
"Brother Yang Fan, you've finally come out. How about it? Mr. Li didn't give you any trouble, did he?"
Guan Boyuan was a bit arrogant and asked Yang Fan directly.
Zhang Hongxin couldn't help but glare at this girl, wanting to stay away from him.
You bastard, you dare to speak like this while standing at the door of Mr. Li's retreat, and you are not afraid of being overheard by the two big guys inside
Fortunately, Mr. Li won't argue with him over such a trivial matter, but that's not necessarily the case with Tian Chanzi.
Zhang Hongxin had long heard from some seniors that the old monk looked kind and kind on the surface, but secretly he was very stingy. Once he took notice of him, he would have to shed his skin even if he died.
Guan Boyuan, this reckless guy, must not get involved with him!
Yang Fan was stunned and shook his head slightly: "Thank you Professor Guan for your concern, but the two seniors inside are very kind. Not only did they not make it difficult for the junior, but they also gave me some extremely precious gifts. I am very grateful."
"Is that so?" Guan Boyuan breathed a long sigh of relief, and then asked Yang Fan in a gossipy voice: "But just now we seemed to see that boy Li Yongyan being carried out by Li Tongzhi. He seemed to be injured, and even his soul fluctuated. I can’t sense it anymore, what’s going on?”
The only outsider who had just entered Mr. Li's retreat was Yang Fan, and Yang Fan's methods were extremely fearful even to half-step emperors like them.
When they saw Li Yongyan injured and unconscious just now, the two of them naturally thought of Yang Fan, and intuitively it was Yang Fan's fault.
"It's not a big deal." Yang Fan smiled softly and said, "Brother Yongyan had some physical problems and Uncle Li took him back for treatment."
Uncle Li
Guan Boyuan and Zhang Hongxin raised their eyebrows at the same time.
We've only been in for a while, and we're already being called so kindly
It seems that they have really thought too much. If Li Yongyan's injury and coma were really caused by Yang Fan, even if Mr. Li is too magnanimous and will not pursue the case, Li Tongzhi will never let it go, let alone let Yang Fan call him Uncle Li.
It's just that when Li Tongzhi came out, his face looked like his dead son, which was not good-looking.
If they hadn't confirmed that Li Yongyan was still breathing, they might have thought that he was his biological son who had died. The look on his face was so similar!
"It's okay." Zhang Hongxin breathed a sigh of relief, and then urged Yang Fan: "Since Brother Yang Fan has come out, let's rush to the City Lord's Mansion. Mr. Wu, Mr. Hui and City Master Yao are already waiting there. It’s been a long time!”
Yang Fan nodded lightly, and then, under the leadership of Zhang and Guan, he disappeared into the alley. The next second, he stood up and appeared in the city lord's palace in the federal central city.
In the hall.
In addition to a few familiar faces such as Wu Dao, Hui Zian and Yao Puxin, there were also several strangers that Yang Fan had never seen before.
Judging from the strength of their cultivation, they are not weaker than Yao Puxin, and Yao Puxin does not dare to act like a city lord in front of them. He is as submissive as he was when facing Wu Dao and Hui Zian.
Seeing this situation, Yang Fan couldn't help but sympathize with City Lord Yao.
He is obviously the lord of a city, but he can't decide anything. The people around him are either better than him or have a higher status than him. It's a bit frustrating for him to be the lord of the city.
But this is not surprising.
Federal Central City is the capital and heart of the Federation. It has many experts. It is also the administrative center of the Federation. All the major leaders of the Federation are gathered here.
Although Yao Puxin is the city lord, he is not the one with the highest official position in the federation. There are many superiors and leaders above him, so naturally he cannot do whatever he wants in Jinghua City like Lan Yuanqing.
"Let me introduce it to you."
Seeing Yang Fan arriving, Yao Puxin shook hands with Yang Fan with a smile on his face, then turned around and introduced to the big guys present:
"This is Master Yang Fan that we invited from Jinghua City. During the next period of time, Master Yang will have full command and layout of the protective formation outside the federal central city!"
After saying that, Yao Puxin began to introduce the people in front of Yang Fan. He pointed at a fat-bellied monk who looked quite rich and said: "This is Master Wufan, the direct disciple of Master Tianchan. This is the headmaster of Wuxiang Temple."
Yang Fan raised his hand and greeted Master Wu Fan. Wu Fan smiled and nodded in return, and asked softly: "I heard that Yang Fan, the young benefactor, just came out of Wuyou Residence. Have you ever met the poor monk's master in Wuyou Residence? He is still here. All right?"
Worry-free residence
Yang Fan was slightly stunned, but soon understood that this should be the name of the courtyard where Li Liangcai and Master Tianchan were.
However, from what Wufan said, it seemed that he could not go to Wuyou Residence to see Master Tianchan often.
"Thanks to Mr. Li and Master Tianchan for not giving up, this junior has indeed just left Wuyouju." Yang Fan responded politely: "Master, please rest assured. Both Mr. Li and Master Tianchan are fine now. There is no need to Concern!"
Wu Fan raised his brows and couldn't help but look happy: "That's the best thing, and the poor monk can feel at ease!"
Not only Wu Fan, after hearing Yang Fan's words, almost everyone present seemed to let out a long sigh of relief. It seemed that these people all seemed to care about the physical safety of Mr. Li and Master Tianchan.
But this is not surprising.
Yang Fan quickly figured out that as the two most powerful half-step emperors in the central city of the Federation and even in the entire thirty-six territories of the Federation, Li Liangcai and Master Tianchan had already become existences like the Dinghai Shenzhen.
Especially when the three emperors of the human race were all in seclusion and without the blessing of the true emperor, these two incomplete emperors who failed to become emperors but survived became even more important.
As long as they are alive, they are a flag, an invisible deterrent, which makes the five holy places of the demon clan dare not really fight to the death with the human race.
Otherwise, the total number of half-step demon emperors among the demon clan would be hundreds, far exceeding the limit of half-step emperors in the human federation by several times.
If it weren't for the existence of such a powerful deterrent, they would have all gathered together to attack the city. Who would tell you the battlefield rules of soldiers versus soldiers and generals? Are you stupid
(End of chapter)