"Who are you?" The Son of Yin-Yang's expression was embarrassing, gloomy like water. This is the death of the Yin-Yang Sect, and he hates others to say that.
Beside, those holy sons and saintess-level figures also looked over, all of them looked unkind, and stared at Ye Fan together.
"A passer-by, why does he still want to kill my teacher?" Ye Fan laughed.
"You don't need to think about it. You stand up for those people. With such a posture, you don't pay attention to me. It's really arrogant." Yinyang Shengzi said coldly, and pulled Wang Teng and others in, wanting to fight against the enemy.
Next to him, Ji Ziyue stared at Ye Fan suspiciously with wide eyes, wrinkled her nose slightly, and carefully observed his every move.
More than two years have passed, and she hasn't changed much. Just like back then, her eyes are as big as black jewels, very agile, her eyelashes are very long, and she has a pair of dimples on her face, which is playful and cute.
On the other side of her, Ji Haoyue has black hair shawl, sword eyebrows into her temples, tiger eyes with spirit, heroic and majestic, the aura of the god king is stronger, and her cultivation is hidden with secret treasures, which is unpredictable.
If it is said that Pang Bo surprised Ye Fan the most, he has reached the eighth transformation of the dragon like him.
Pang Bo was born tall and tall, one or two heads taller than others, majestic and majestic, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, one arm as thick as another's leg, strong and powerful, which can be described as a natural endowment.
"Why did you enter the country so quickly, you won't go crazy, right?" Ye Fan couldn't help but secretly transmit the voice.
"The leaf is you..." Pang Bo was overjoyed, and secretly responded.
Now, Ye Fan looks seventeen or eighteen years old, handsome and energetic, like a banished fairy who has taken the holy medicine, so he always looks like a teenager.
Fortunately, it is no longer like before, always fifteen or sixteen years old, but now he has finally grown up a bit, and the influence of the holy medicine can be seen.
When Ye Fan entered Qincheng, he naturally concealed his true appearance, not wanting to cause any problems, so he said via voice transmission: "Why did you enter the country so quickly?"
Pang Bo was overjoyed, but his face was very calm, and he howled secretly: "For the sake of cultivation, I have risked everything. I have eaten a large coffin board in the past two years."
As soon as these words came out, Ye Fan's jaw almost fell to the ground. He didn't expect that Pang Bo's temperament was still so fierce, and he had no taboos to do it.
He snatched half of the coffin of the Immortal Emperor, brought it out, and finally gave it all to Pangbo, because he had bodhi seeds himself and didn't need to use them.
Pang Bo gave Li Heishui a piece, and he swallowed a piece of the rest besides meditating in the past two years, completely refining it.
"You can really do it..." Ye Fan could only say this, but after thinking about it, he didn't worry, because this is definitely a treasure, and he can definitely eat it.
Before the ancient times, the Immortal Emperor was regarded by all races as the existence beyond the gods, crowning the past and the present, cutting down the ancient trees of enlightenment, and smelting them into a coffin.
What is Enlightenment Ancient Tea Tree? This is an immortal tree, the rarest spiritual root in the world. The leaves it produces can be used to enlighten the Tao, and it has the brand of the Dao, let alone its trunk!
"Damn it, I have suffered retribution. I ate a coffin board. I have been struck by lightning in the past two years!" Pangbo was furious.
Ye Fan was almost speechless, his brother was too fierce, and he had eaten a catastrophe, which is enough to show the magic of the ancient tea tree, which contains many fragments of the Dao.
"It's fine if you can improve your cultivation base."
"That's right, that's what I thought too. I'll save a big piece for you, and we'll eat together when the time comes." Pangbo laughed.
"Forget it, I don't need it, you... eat the rest too." Ye Fan wanted to laugh but couldn't.
"Last time, I was scolded by that old blind man, scolding me for being wasteful, saying how can this kind of undead tree be eaten, but it can be passed down and a great religion can prosper." Pang Bo said.
The old blind man carried the Heaven Swallowing Demon Jar and went to Qishi's Mansion several times to support the little bandit. This made Wang Chong and others fearful and did not dare to do anything.
"Why are you in a daze, you're scared silly." Someone teased at the side, and Ye Fan hadn't responded for a long time, so I don't know what he was thinking.
"I don't want to embarrass you, so I don't care about you if I come here to make amends." Wang Chong said.
"Little brat, stay where it's cool." Ye Fan stopped the voice transmission with Pang Bo, and walked towards the dozen or so holy children alone.
"You're too arrogant. Do you know who these people are? Didn't you pay attention to everyone present?" Shengzi Yinyang raised his fire, hoping that Wang Chong and others would take action together.
"The Yin-Yang Sect really has a short memory, and always chooses the Holy Son. Isn't there still a lot of laughing stock? Do you still want to elect the fourth?" Ye Fan said casually.
"You...damn it!" Shengzi Yinyang lowered his face and said, "That holy body, he won't live long, he can't hide like a tortoise all his life and dare not come out."
"It's so troublesome to change back and forth. I don't think your Yin-Yang sect doesn't need a holy son." Ye Fan said, and then he took a step forward, stretched out a big hand and chopped it down.
Everyone was taken aback, he seemed to be in the land of no one, and it was hard to guard against, the speed was too fast, a crystal palm fell like a jade.
The Son of Yin Yang was unable to avoid it, and raised his hands to meet it. In the air, the clear palm fingers flow Dao patterns, and there are runes flashing one by one, which is the power of Dao.
There was a soft sound, and the hands of the same holy son were like paper, breaking off inch by inch, and then his whole body froze, and he was powerless to resist when the big hands in the air slapped him.
"puff!"
The Son of Yin-Yang failed to utter a scream, and hit him on the head with a palm, directly crushing him into a meat paste, his bones melted, and he was inhuman.
The people next to him all backed up quickly, breaking out in a cold sweat. That was the Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Sect. He was slapped to death with a single slap. It was appalling.
The scene was noisy, Li Heishui and others were naturally happy, but the other party was uneasy, and even Wang Chong couldn't help but retreat, feeling fearful.
After the uproar, everyone knew that the Yin-Yang Sect must be going crazy. In just a few years, the Holy Son had died three times in a row.
"Yezi, you are too unkind. The old leader of the Yin-Yang Sect, Shouyuan, is about to dry up. If he is not dead, he will be mad at you." Pang Bo said in a voice transmission.
"They always want to make trouble for me, and wish to get rid of me immediately. There is no way, I will make them dare not choose the Holy Son again in the future." Ye Fan laughed.
Then, he walked forward step by step, pushing towards Wang Chong and the others. More than a dozen holy sons retreated together. No one dared to push forward, and they were all a little scared.
In the past, Wang Teng suppressed the little evildoer with his own hands. Now that he is out of customs, although he is still very arrogant, he is much stronger than two years ago, and he did not dare to speak harshly.
There are many monks in Qincheng, and people are very surprised. They never thought that a young man would force more than a dozen outstanding people from the Five Great Domains to retreat, and none of them dared to make a move.
"Don't force people too much." Wang Chong gritted his teeth.
Unmoved, Ye Fan pushed out his palm, like a gust of wind sweeping fallen leaves, all a dozen people spurted blood and flew out backwards.
Only Wang Chong was unharmed. He was blocked by two powerful ancient creatures. One was cast like gold and was ten feet high, while the other was cast like silver. It was extremely powerful.
In the end, the battle did not go on, a golden ancient chariot flew across the sky, and Wang Teng traveled like a heavenly emperor, rushing to the depths of the Qinling Mountains.
"The master has received a secret report, and there are important clues, let's go!" The two ancient creatures led Wang Chong away.
"Wang Teng knew about the place we discovered, right?" Pang Bo exclaimed.
"Oh, let's go quickly. We can't let people get there first. Anyway, the things we need are almost ready, so go back quickly." Ji Ziyue shouted.
"What did you find?" Ye Fan was surprised.
"I saw a monk's mark, and a mark left by a bull riding, leading to a lake that is about to dry up." Pang Bo said.
"What?!" Ye Fan exclaimed.
Ye Fan secretly transmitted his voice and revealed his identity to Li Heishui and the others. They were pleasantly surprised and almost shouted out. They were very enthusiastic when they met each other.
Not long after, they left Qincheng, went deep into the Qinling Mountains for millions of miles, and rushed to the mysterious land discovered by Ji Haoyue, Pang Bo, and Li Heishui.
It has to be said that Ji Ziyue's spiritual sense is too sharp, within half a quarter of an hour, she wrinkled her nose, grinded her sparkling little canine teeth, grabbed Ye Fan, and said, "It's you, why did you hide it? When we are outsiders, we don't want to talk to you anymore!"
Ye Fan showed his true face, pinched her nose, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid I will be chased and beaten by your adults."
"Dare to pinch me..." Ji Ziyue polished her shiny silver teeth, blinked her big black jewel-like eyes, and grabbed Ye Fan's ears.
"Let go." Ye Fan pinched her nose.
The other half, Ji Haoyue, the god king of the Eastern Desolation, had a dark face, wanting to say something, and even more wanting to pull Ye Fan aside, so she couldn't help striding over.
"You're my sister pulling my ear, I didn't hurt her, let her let go quickly." Ye Fan spoke first.
"Get your hands off my sister's nose." Ji Haoyue said with a dark face.
"Ji Haoyue, I saved your life, be polite to your benefactor." Ye Fan muttered.
"These are two different things." Ji Haoyue was usually very wise, but at this moment, the veins on his forehead were throbbing.
Ji Ziyue's big eyes were crescent-shaped, she kept laughing, pulled Ye Fan's ears a few times, and floated out lightly.
Pang Bo, Li Heishui and the others also laughed, with malicious intentions, only Ji Haoyue and Ye Fan stared at each other.
Not long after, they crossed the void, entered the depths of the Qinling Mountains, and came to a stone forest. There was a dry lake here. On a huge rock, they saw the mark of a monk, and on the other side they saw the mark of an old man riding a green bull. pattern.
"If there are no accidents, this should be Sakyamuni, and the other one riding a green bull to the west should be Lao Tzu. The purple air is coming from the east, and even the stone wall has purple air!" Ye Fan was moved.
"This..." Pang Bo was shocked, and only he and Ye Fan knew the meaning of these two names.
The ancients 2,500 years ago actually appeared at this end of the starry sky. Where did they go along the ancient road of starry sky
"I left Hangu Pass to the west, and China disappeared since ancient times. I never thought about it, but I passed here..." Pang Bo felt a little unbelievable. Lao Tzu's "road to the west" was really too far away!
"Could this be Huaxian Pond?" Ye Fan said to himself.