Three days later.
Yang Fan took An Sheng and Mu Qianqian to the Qinghe garrison, 18,500 kilometers away from the northwest region.
The opening of Lingyuan Land this year is on Qingyuan Mountain within the Qinghe Guards Mansion.
Qingyuan Mountain is 10,000 meters high and stretches for hundreds of miles from east to west. The top of the mountain is covered with snow all year round and is rarely visited by people.
Yang Fan and the other three are currently guarding the mountainside of Qingyuan Mountain. This place is still more than 5,000 meters away from the highest peak of the mountain. The trees are green and the temperature is suitable. Compared with the snow-covered and frozen scenery on the top of the mountain, it feels like March. spring.
Yang Fan was sitting on a branch of a green pine tree, leaning his back against the trunk, his eyes half-squinted, staring at his right index finger. On his fingertip, a silver light was like a stream of light rotating around his index finger.
This is the rune secret weapon he got from Ergu Zhu three days ago, Tiangang Thorn.
After the spiritual resonance, this little guy got directly into Yang Fan's sea of spiritual consciousness. He couldn't drive him away life or death. He had to follow Yang Fan like a beggar. Yang Fan saw that it was pitiful and it was easy to use, so he showed great mercy. Leave it alone.
Don't tell me yet.
This thing is indeed much stronger than the small knives he has used before, not to mention its flexibility and sensitivity, but its sharpness and lethality.
After Yang Fan first refined the Tiangang Thorn, he first tried it with Zhu Huanan in front of him. As a result, this small flying knife easily left a bloody line on Zhu Huanan's palm. of scars.
It actually pierced the surface defense of Zhu Huanan, the third-level Martial King, and directly defeated Zhu Huanan.
Yang Fan still remembers the look of disbelief and horror on the faces of Zhu Huanan and Aunt Zhu at that time.
In fact, not only the two of them, but even Yang Fan himself did not expect that the refined Tiangang Thorn would be so powerful. He didn't even use all his strength, he just used his mental power to gently shake the bunch of soft vines behind the flying knife and throw the flying knife away.
In other words, the Tiangang Thorn simply relied on the sharpness of its blade to directly cut through Zhu Huanan's skin and damage the flesh and blood beneath the skin.
"Even the defenses of king-level warriors can be easily broken. This secret weapon is definitely a god-given weapon!"
This was Zhu Huanan's evaluation of Tiangang Ci at that time. Yang Fan noticed that when he said these words, Zhu Huanan was very jealous, and there was a hint of jealousy in his tone.
"If I could sharpen it and refine it back then, why would I have to wait thirty years to kill that old guy Wang Hongfang?!"
"Time, luck, and fate! Such a wonderful magical weapon has been placed in front of us for more than a hundred years without being used. I didn't expect that today it would be easier for you, little brat!"
When he thought of Zhu Huanan looking at Tiangang Ci with reluctance like a resentful woman, the corners of Yang Fan's mouth curled up slightly, and he couldn't help but feel happy.
He never expected that the idol he had always admired would have such a real and lovely side.
"Brother Fan, why are you so happy?"
At this time, An Sheng came over and lay beside Yang Fan, looking enviously at the silver light that was constantly flying on Yang Fan's fingertips.
"Brother Fan, after this trip to Lingyuan is over, can you help me ask Teacher Zhu if she has similar runes and secret weapons?" An Sheng begged Yang Fan without giving up.
Ever since he knew that Yang Fan had obtained such a secret rune weapon for psychic masters from Ergu Zhu, he had been eager to get one back.
It's just that Aunt Zhu didn't pay any attention to him at all. Not to mention the rune secret weapon, even an ordinary small blade didn't exist. Sometimes I get a little annoyed by this little fat guy, and without saying a word, he just kicks him away.
An Sheng's cultivation as a sixth-level spiritual master was simply not enough in front of Zhu Ergu, a half-step king.
"Okay, okay, give up on this idea quickly. If the ancestor says it's gone, then it's gone."
Yang Fan glanced at An Sheng angrily and said, "Do you think this kind of natural rune secret weapon is a cabbage that can be picked up anywhere? The ancestor was lucky enough to get one back then. Where can I find a second one for you?"
"So, now, immediately, hurry up and focus on it. Today is the last day for the secret realm to be opened, and the geniuses of the demon clan are almost here."
With a wave of his hand, the silver light on his fingertips disappeared, and Yang Fan raised his feet and jumped An Sheng to the position where he had just been.
"You're so stingy. Even if you don't ask for me, at least let me have some fun!"
Seeing Yang Fan put away the secret weapon, An Sheng muttered a few words in his mouth, retracted his gaze from Yang Fan's fingertips, and lay down on the branch, using his mental strength to monitor the empty space within a radius of more than ten miles. Mountain road.
The location they were in was a must-pass point on the way to the highest peak of the Qingyuan Mountains. They wanted to avoid the poisonous miasma that was more than 5,000 meters above the sky and the cold wind that appeared around them from time to time, which could cut sudden cracks. , only spiraling up from here is the safest.
Yang Fan and the others have been waiting here for almost six hours. As a result, except for a few human warriors who passed by occasionally, they did not encounter even one of the talented monsters from the demon clan.
"No monster has come here for so long. We must be late. They have already gone up, right?"
After waiting for another hour, there was still no harvest. An Sheng was a little impatient and suggested softly to Yang Fan: "Brother Fan, why don't we try another place? Maybe those monsters have gone through other channels."
"There's no need to go to such trouble." Mu Qianqian said softly: "If it really doesn't work, I won't go in. I'm a spiritual master now. If I can't enter the spiritual source land, it won't have much impact."
"So, Master and Brother An Sheng, you two should go in together. I will raid the formation for you outside and wait for you to come out safely!"
"How can that be done?!"
Yang Fan and An Sheng shook their heads at the same time.
A spiritual master before the age of twenty would definitely be able to dominate the land of spiritual sources. If he didn't bring such a good helper, he would feel at a loss if he didn't bring him in.
Moreover, even emperor-level experts like Fan Xiren are a little greedy for the opportunities in the Land of Spiritual Source. If it weren't for the age limit for entering the Land of Spiritual Source, warriors over twenty would have their lifespan exhausted in minutes if they entered the Land of Spiritual Source. Death, such a great opportunity, it is never the turn for juniors like Yang Fan to make a living.
Therefore, such an opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If they miss it this time, their age will exceed the minimum age requirement of the Spiritual Source Land, and they will not be able to enter even if they want to.
"Shh!"
"coming!"
Yang Fan suddenly sat up straight and gestured gently to An Sheng and Mu Qianqian. The three of them were silent at the same time, concentrating their breath, leaving only a subtle ray of spiritual power to quietly detect outwards.
really.
In less than two seconds, three figures fell from the sky and landed just under the pine tree that Yang Fan and the others had chosen.
It has a human body, an eagle head, red feathers, and golden eagle eyes. It looks sharp and extraordinary, and should be kept away from strangers.
They turned out to be three bird-like monsters. It was strange that they had not been found on the ground just now. It turned out that these three big birds had always been in the sky.
"Hey, there are actually king-level monsters escorting them. It seems that these big birds have extraordinary identities!"
Seeing the three flying eagles landing on the ground, Yang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly. The most majestic eagle headed by it had a hooked nose and an aura of aura. It seemed that its cultivation level was at least at the peak of the Beast King.
Even the two little eagles following it have the cultivation strength of the peak demon king level.
Not easy to do.
An Sheng and Mu Qianqian looked at each other and turned to look at Yang Fan.
"Brother Fan, with a strong man at the peak of the Beast King level protecting us, I'm afraid we can't handle it, right?"
"Afraid of a bird!" Yang Fan said to the two of them nonchalantly: "This is the boundary of our human race. It is restricted by the covenant of the emperor. What happened to the peak of the Beast King? It is just a decoration. If it really dares to do something here, , but it’s okay, there are plenty of people to clean it up!”
Yang Fan waved his hand and threw a dragon-shaped rune secret treasure to An Sheng, and said: "Take this and wear it close to your body, lest that silly bird gets really anxious and jumps over the wall later."
"Thank you, Brother Fan! You are truly my brother!"
An Sheng is a good judge of goods. One look at the rune patterns on the dragon-shaped talisman, and he knew that this was definitely a top-quality talisman with double S or above. No matter how bad it was, it could withstand the full blow of the peak beast king.
"Ding! Your disciple Ansheng is in a excited mood and is grateful to you. His sense of belonging to the sect has been greatly improved, his loyalty to the sect has been greatly improved, and his centripetal force has been +5."
Yang Fan curled his lips, and he knew that Ansheng was an iron rooster, and a top-quality talisman actually gave him five points of sect centripetal force.
"I borrowed it from you. Remember to return it to me when you're done!"
Yang Fan's words instantly put an end to An Sheng's good mood, while Yang Fan was in a great mood, making you dare to be stingy with me!
"Qianqian, come here, I'll put one on for you too, just to be prepared."
Saying that, Yang Fan also threw a turtle-shaped talisman to Mu Qianqian. Although Mu Qianqian was a spiritual master, he was only at the first level after all, and he was no match for the peak beast king. One more talisman would be enough. More protection.
"Thank you, master!"
Mu Qianqian was not polite. He took the talisman with both hands and hung it on his waist. He smiled sweetly at Yang Fan and cast a grateful look.
"Ding! Your disciple Mu Qianqian is in a state of excitement and is grateful to you. His sense of belonging to the sect has been greatly enhanced, his loyalty to the sect has been greatly enhanced, and his centripetal force has increased by 15."
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows.
There really is no harm without comparison.
For the same thing, the centripetal force of Mu Qianqian's contribution to the sect was three times that of An Sheng, the little fat guy. How can this be justified
Is it because Sha Baitian, who has a relatively simple mind, is easier to be deceived, while a guy like An Sheng, who has been wandering around and being looked down upon by others since childhood, is more defensive
Yang Fanba smacked his lips and felt that everyone's gratitude and gratitude were like a joke. For the same joke, if you meet someone with a low laugh point, you will laugh out loud, but if you meet someone with a higher laugh point, you will laugh out loud. The most people can do is twitch the corners of their mouths politely.
Obviously, Yang Fan's action of giving away the talisman just now did not make An Sheng laugh too much.
"Okay, it's time for us to go down!"
Yang Fan waved to the two of them, then jumped down first and stopped in front of the three eagle-headed monsters. He shouted at the three monsters: "Stop! Now, start robbing! The men stand on the left, the women Stand on the right side, stand in the middle if you’re not a man or a woman!”
"Wrong, wrong!" An Sheng then jumped down, landed next to Yang Fan, and corrected him: "Brother Fan, you have to figure it out. They are monsters. Who are men and women? You should say, The males should stand on the left, the females on the right, and those who are neither male nor females should stand in the middle!"
The three demon eagles opposite looked at each other, a little confused.
Where did these two madmen dare to rob them? Are they looking for death
(End of chapter)