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Jiang Xiaofan's voice was not loud, but it made all the villagers in Xiaoyu Village change their color. In their view, Jiang Xiaofan was tired of living and simply looking for death for daring to contradict the superior immortal cultivator like this.
"Big brother, big sister..."
The little girl's face was red and her big eyes were red and full of tears.
The man holding the sapphire was dressed in purple, and his aura was very sharp. He looked over indifferently, with a trace of disdain in his eyes, and a killing light flashed in his eyes. He said in a cold voice: "You brat, don't be ignorant!"
This person was about twenty-seven years old, with a tall build and long arms. He slapped him directly with a palm, and dots of divine light flashed between his palms and fingers, with a hazy light, which frightened many ordinary villagers into turning sexual.
"Oh my God, his hands are glowing. This... is worthy of being an immortal, so awesome!"
"That little sloppy little slut is dead. He doesn't act like himself and dares to provoke an immortal!"
These villagers were ordinary mortals. Many of them were surprised when they saw this, and then some showed ridicule, and even stared at Jiang Xiaofan with a hint of excitement, teasingly.
The man in purple had an indifferent expression and shouted: "I'll teach you a lesson, stop meddling in other people's business in the future!"
His slap was very strong, and the surrounding wind vibrated, and there was an extremely fierce aura that made the void rumble, as if a holy mountain was pressing down on it, which moved many powerful cultivators.
Jiang Xiaofan's expression was very calm and extremely calm, and he directly raised his hand to grab it.
Behind, almost all the villagers were ridiculing, feeling that there was no suspense anymore. Even many cultivators nearby shook their heads. If this person dared to receive the palm of Jue Chen, the ninth level expert, with one hand, he would be disabled even if he died.
Only Wang Ao's father looked a little nervous and stared at Jiang Xiaofan. He had not forgotten what Wang Ao said to him not long ago. In the other direction, Murong Lingshen was sinking, and he already knew the result.
"Snapped!"
The man in purple's big slap collided with Jiang Xiaofan's right hand, making a very loud sound. The light and mist in that place blocked everyone's vision and nothing could be seen.
Some villagers in the back were very excited and stared straight ahead. They were waiting for the scene where Jiang Xiaofan would be bloody.
However, when the light mist dissipated, everyone was stunned, dumbfounded and speechless.
In the middle of the scene, Jiang Xiaofan's black clothes were fluttering and he was unscathed, while the man in purple clothes looked pale and his face was twisted in pain. His big hand was broken and crooked, so he took a step back.
"damn it!"
The man in purple had a pale face and stared at Jiang Xiaofan hatefully. He roared angrily, and blazing flames rushed out of his body. The strong aura shocked many villagers to step back, looking at the man in purple as if they were in awe of a god.
"Bo..."
There was a sound like the breaking of water bubbles, and as the silver flower flashed, the light outside the purple-clothed man's body shattered, and a big hand stamped on his chest, making his whole body tremble violently. He coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth, and retreated a few meters away. far away.
"you you… "
His face became even paler, and he stared at Jiang Xiaofan, his pupils beating violently.
"You should thank me. If another person takes action, there is a problem whether you can survive." Jiang Xiaofan was still very calm and continued: "Now, return the things and get out of here."
The other person did not move, but his right leg shook slightly on the ground. Immediately, a circle of silver light spread out, and the earth's energy surged, rushing like water, knocking the man in purple away with a bang. fell at his feet.
His right hand moved slightly, but there was no special movement, but the next moment, the man in purple changed color, and the sapphire he took in his hand disappeared, appearing in Jiang Xiaofan's hand like a ghost as if it had traveled through space.
"This...how is this possible?! It's impossible!"
"That little sloppy guy, he...he blocked the immortal!"
"An illusion, this must be an illusion!"
Behind them, all the villagers changed color, and many people suddenly turned pale.
They were still making things difficult and ridiculing him before, but now, seeing Jiang Xiaofan defeat the immortal in their eyes, everyone felt a chill in their hearts, like a basin of cold water pouring down from head to toe, freezing their whole body.
"Little sister, don't cry..."
Jiang Xiaofan turned around, without even looking at the man in purple, he came to the little girl and squatted down. He had a sunny smile on his face, very gentle, like the big brother next door, and handed over the sapphire.
"Thank you, thank you big brother!"
The little girl's long eyelashes trembled, and she stretched out her patched sleeves to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She soon became happy again, because her most cherished treasure was back in her hands.
The middle-aged man came over, saluted Jiang Xiaofan, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you young man, this piece of jade is really important. It is the only thing left by the child's mother. This... I really don't know how to thank you. .”
"You're welcome, uncle."
Jiang Xiaofan quickly helped him up.
He sighed in his heart, the majestic Heavenly Demon Sect Master had made the world deaf in the past, and even the Ziwei Sect Master was no match for him. But now, decades later, his descendants have fallen to such a state, how sad it is.
Bing Xin's face was still cold, with no expression and no words. She stood next to the little girl, looking straight at her, a little lost in thought, as if she had thought of something.
"big sister… "
The little girl looked at Bing Xin carefully, her words were timid.
Jiang Xiaofan was speechless, he still squatted on the ground, half-stretched his leg and touched Bing Xin, and whispered: "I said you have some expressions, don't be cold all day long, at least understand the occasion, you scare the little girl. "
Bing Xin frowned and looked at Jiang Xiaofan. After a long time, she said, "You kicked me?!"
"Pfft..."
Jiang Xiaofan almost died of depression, how could this ice girl talk! The conscience of heaven and earth, he obviously touched her lightly, but when Bing Xin said it, it escalated to kicking her.
"snort!"
Bing Xin snorted coldly, but her face really improved a lot, at least it was no longer so cold and relaxed.
There are many cultivators surrounding here, and they are leaving one after another at this time. They already know the last traces of the Demon Sect Master. Everyone believes that the man has passed away. They are following the clues and want to get the things that the Demon Sect Master carried with him. How could he be regarded as an ordinary person if he was so cherished by a generation of Heavenly Demon Sect Master.
Soon, the place became sporadic, and all the cultivators left, leaving only a bunch of ordinary villagers with a look of horror on their faces, staring at Jiang Xiaofan not knowing what to do.
These people were very nervous at the moment, and some wanted to go up and apologize. This man was no longer the same as before, even a cultivator could suppress him. Thinking of all that happened and how they ridiculed and mocked the person in front of them, many people were trembling and panicking. They were afraid of Jiang Xiaofan's revenge. In that case, who could save them
Jiang Xiaofan naturally saw all this. He just shook his head and smiled. He didn't do anything or say a word. Instead, he looked at the middle-aged man and said politely: "Uncle, can you lend me that wither?" Take a look."
"Of course, no problem!" The middle-aged man quickly handed over the note in his hand.
The notes left by the Heavenly Demon Sect Leader were decades old and were withered and yellow. They were very rough in the hand, like stroking a piece of rusty old copper.
"Shenya Mountain Stream, Qingfeng Lake Bottom..."
Jiang Xiaofan's expression changed slightly, and he only read out these eight words.
He raised his head, with a faint golden light flowing in his eyes, looking towards some distant place. There is an ordinary small tomb and a cenotaph in that place, where a saint from ancient China and his master are buried.
"Bing Xin, come with me..."
He returned the withered yellow baby to the middle-aged man, bowed and said goodbye. In the panic-stricken eyes of many villagers, he slowly rose into the air, the silver divine flower danced, and he stepped steadily in the void, walking towards the distance.
Bing Xin frowned, but she didn't say anything. She just turned her head and glanced at the five or six-year-old little girl one last time, then stood up from the ground, her beautiful figure moved in the wind, and followed Jiang Xiaofan's figure.
"Father, my eldest brother and eldest sister can fly, they are so awesome!"
The little girl of five or six years old exclaimed, her little face full of admiration.
Many villagers nearby were already scared to death. Jiang Xiaofan didn't do anything to them or say anything to them. However, these people were trembling with fear, as if the end of the world was coming.
The person they ridiculed and ridiculed turned out to be a powerful immortal cultivator!
Everything behind him had nothing to do with Jiang Xiaofan. He stepped in the void, seemingly smoothly, but very quickly, almost shrinking to an inch. Soon he appeared on the edge of a cliff, looking down, slightly lost in thought.
"here it is!"
Bing Xin was a little surprised.
There were several jungles on the edge of the cliff. Occasionally, there were roars. Jiang Xiaofan looked very calm and did not move much. He just stood in front of the cliff. The autumn wind ruffled the black hair on his forehead, revealing a delicate face.
Half an hour later, there was a strange movement in the distance, smoke and dust billowing, and the birds in the forest took off in fear.
Many cultivators from Xiaoyu Village arrived and followed the traces to find this place.
Jiang Xiaofan finally turned around, his eyes became a little deeper, his black hair danced lightly, and he stood in front of everyone. He said calmly: "Stop ahead, this is not a place for you to interfere. Please move away."
The ancient Buddha of Ran Deng sat at the foot of the cliff for ten thousand years. Finally, he sat on the square stone platform and passed away. His body was filled with divine fire and his Tao body became empty. He did not want these putrid souls to disturb the saint's sleep.
"you again!"
"Get out of the way, why are you blocking my way?"
There are hundreds of cultivators standing here, all of whom came here for the treasures left by the Heavenly Demon Sect Master. They have obviously found the final location, but they are blocked by others and are not allowed to move forward. They all have cold faces and murderous intentions. .
"He wants that thing for himself!"
Someone spoke again, and his words were a bit sinister. It was the man in purple not long ago. His expression was very vicious, and the murderous intent in his eyes was naked and unconcealed.
Bing Xin looked at Jiang Xiaofan strangely, wondering what he was going to do.
"I don't want to say anything more to you. The front is not where you can get involved." Jiang Xiaofan shook his head, glanced at the man in purple, stepped forward, and said calmly to everyone: "Don't force me to take action, stop here. , back away at all costs!”