Xianhong Road

Chapter 471 Sweeping Wupan Mountain
The rest of Yang Fan's life is very leisurely, reminiscing about the old days with relatives and friends, or revisiting the old places, visiting Yangjiabao and Yuwu Villa as guests.

Yangjiabao and Yuwu Villa naturally treated him as honored guests and respected him very much.

Time passed little by little.

Half a month later, Yin San came to report to Yang Fan.

Accompanying her was a cold female cultivator in a black robe, who was Lingfeng who belonged to Yang Fan's subordinates.

"Report to the king, your news has reached the other three kings. The 'Mending Heaven King' and the 'Breaking Heaven King' are on their way back, and the Heaven Devouring King..."

Yin San paused slightly.

"The King of Devouring Heaven, does he want to disobey my order?" Yang Fan's voice was cold and indifferent.

"He agreed, but he didn't leave for a long time." Yin San replied.

"If he's not delaying time, he's moving reinforcements." Yang Fan frowned, and then sneered, "I hope it's the latter. In that case, I can catch them all."

After Yin San reported the letter, he retreated immediately, leaving Lingfeng alone.

"You stay here, what news do you want to report?" Yang Fan looked at Lingfeng.

With a "plop", Lingfeng knelt down on the ground and said in a slightly weeping voice, "Your Majesty, you must avenge your dead teacher!"

"Teacher?" Yang Fan raised his eyebrows lightly.

"King Yintian is my teacher, although he is only a registered disciple, but he is kind to me in nurturing me."

Lingfeng showed true feelings on his face and cried.

"Get up, I have already made a poisonous oath that I will kill the 'Sanyou Old Demon' in this life. Revenge will happen sooner or later, but we must take every step to find the best time."

Yang Fan's resolute and confident temperament made Lingfeng feel at ease.

It's not that he doesn't want to take revenge immediately, but that the time is not ripe and he is not sure.

Although Yang Fan is not afraid of the Sanyou old demon, how easy is it to kill this demon master who has frightened the Yuyang country for hundreds of years?
When he returned to Beiqin, Shi Qianhan was immediately taken aback, but he himself immediately took the initiative in his hands.

The Xianhong space can shield the induction between Shi Qianhan and the Sanyou old devil, Yang Fan is in a situation where he can advance and retreat freely, and the Sanyou old devil must always be on guard and worry.

"What else do you want to report?" Yang Fan asked.

"In the past ten years, Dielian has successfully infiltrated the forces of the Dark Blood Dynasty into the surrounding countries of Yuyang. She is also the ultimate king, but she didn't expect that the 'king of the sky' would have a heart of betrayal."

Lingfenghui reported.

"Dielian?" Yang Fan let out a long sigh: "It's really hard work for her. I'm afraid my father had already arranged this before his death."

Dielian is also his own younger sister. As for who her mother is, Yang Fan doesn't know.

Not only is she her own sister, but so is Yang Huixin.

Yang Fan couldn't even imagine how many romantic debts his father Yang Tian incurred back then.

But he also had to admire his father's powerful layout and incredible foresight.

"Okay, I understand. You convey the news to Die Lian. I'm fine. Let her persevere. Leave the revenge to me, don't let her worry."

Yang Fan ordered.

Lingfeng nodded and reported another piece of news to Yang Fan.

"What! The Xianhong Medical Center has suffered multiple threats from the 'Ghost Phantom Gate' and the 'Qing Yuanzong'?"

Yang Fan stood up with a "teng", his expression fluctuating.

The enmity between Qing Yuanzong and Ghost Huanmen, and Yang Fan was forged in the Nine Serene Secret Realm.

In Jiuyou Square, Yang Fan killed Zhuo Jing, a high-ranking golden elixir of Qing Yuanzong.

As Shi Qianhan, when he was in the colorful castle, he killed a girl in a short skirt who was a genius who practiced "Dream Soul Dafa" at the Ghost Gate.

Yang Fan pondered for a moment, and the cold light flickered in his eyes: "You report to Cang Yun, stabilize the situation first, and endure it for a while. When I am free, I will go to the capital to wipe out all stubborn enemies."

"Yes."

Lingfeng agreed, turned into an afterimage, and disappeared into the room.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and immersed himself in Xianhong's space.

The place of birth, the residence of Xianhong.

"You don't need me to take action?" Shi Qianhan's voice was cold to the bone.

"Now is not the time for you to make a move. You should seize the time to improve the 'Three Nether Demon Flame' realm, and strive to cultivate to the 'Four Nether Realm', at least to reach the Dacheng realm."

Yang Fan said indifferently.

"The Realm of the Four Nethers? It's not easy, even with the 'Magic Crystal Essence' in hand, it will take at least four or fifty years, unless it can devour similar flames at the Nascent Soul stage..."

After Shi Qianhan murmured something, he began to practice in seclusion again.

Yang Fan came to "Xianlaiju" again, and found that most of the servants of the nine golden elixir had entered the middle stage of elixir.

"Soon, you will have a chance to make a move."

Yang Fan smiled and said to Yang Da and the others.

"Great, we've been staying here since we were promoted to a high-ranking Golden Core, and we're almost suffocating."

Yang Da and the others were extremely excited and couldn't hold back.

Yang Fan exited Xianhong's space, looked at the distant sky through the window, and muttered to himself: "The most urgent thing is to grasp the powerful news network of 'Dark Blood Dynasty' in my hands, otherwise I will return to Yuyang. The initiative gained will no longer exist.”

On the land of Yuyang Kingdom, between Yang Fan and the Sanyou old devil, there is destined to be a battle of wits, even a decisive battle of life and death.

At this moment, Yang Fan urgently needs a pair of "eyes" to understand all the movements and firmly grasp the initiative.

Three days later, Yangjiabao and Yuwu Villa wrote at the same time.

The "Five Discs Grand Gathering" will be held in five days, and at that time, all the cultivating forces, large and small, within a thousand miles will attend the appointment.

"Go, why don't you go?" The smile on the corner of Yang Fan's mouth grew stronger, as if he was waiting for a good show.

After receiving Yang Fan's reply, Yang Lei and Chu Qiuran were overjoyed and relieved.

A few days later, Yang Lei and Chu Qiuran personally came to ask Yang Fan to go.

Yang Fan nodded, and the three of them flew to Wupan Mountain together.

"Brother, don't you need to bring more people? It's just the three of us going there. I'm afraid we are a little weak."

Yang Lei felt a little uneasy.

They planned to take hundreds of people to Wupan Mountain together, but Yang Fan thought it was too troublesome and rejected it.

"Hehe, brother Yang is too worried, a high-level powerhouse is worth thousands of troops."

Chu Qiuran said with a smile.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with that.

If there are no high-level powerhouses, even if a force has thousands of troops, it will be useless and not popular.

"That's right. You don't have to do anything when you go to Wupan Mountain this time. Leave everything to me."

Yang Fan looked into the distance and spoke calmly.

Looking at the indifferent and calm expression of his elder brother Yang Fan, Yang Lei also let out a long sigh of relief.

Wupan Tiantai is thousands of miles away from Wuliu Town.

This distance is nothing to Yang Fan.

I think that when he was in the inner sea, he had the experience of crossing hundreds of millions of seas,

"Your flying speed is too slow."

Finally, Yang Fan frowned.

The distance between the monks in the foundation building period and the high-ranking Nascent Soul is really too big.

"We've tried our best." Yang Lei said with some embarrassment.

"Why don't you try my 'Tian Xing Zhou'." Yang Fan's eyes lit up.

swish~
As soon as he raised his hand, an iron armored ark with a length of thirty feet and flashing brilliant silver light appeared above the heads of the three of them.

A majestic and oppressive aura came from the iron-clad ark above his head.

A huge shadow cast down, making the area where the three of them were in a dark place.

"Come on." Yang Fan flew lightly onto the armored ark.

Yang Lei and Chu Qiuran flew onto the deck cautiously, and were amazed to feel the incomparably solid material used to construct the entire sky boat.

"Brother, I feel that the material of your flying magic weapon is very special. It gives me a kind of aura that can only be formed after a lot of tempering."

Yang Lei stroked the smooth and cold side of the ship and said in a low voice.

"It should be very hard?" Chu Qiuran asked.

Yang Fan glanced at him, nodded and said, "It's very hard, so hard that even high-level golden cores are hard to damage."

"Really?" Yang Lei couldn't believe it. He took out a high-grade spiritual weapon and used his spiritual power. The green light of the flying sword in his hand trembled violently.

With a sound of "ding~~", sparks shot out.

The part that was cut was still smooth, without even a trace.

On the contrary, it was Yang Lei, whose arm was numb, and was stunned for a moment: "This is too hard."

"Look at your spiritual weapon?" Yang Fan asked with a half-smile.

Hearing this, Yang Lei looked at the flying sword in his hand and found a not-so-obvious gap on it.

"Ah!" Yang Lei turned pale with shock, and said discouragedly, "The quality of the high-grade spiritual weapon in my hand is not as good as the material you used for boating today."

Seeing this situation in his eyes, Chu Qiuran was extremely shocked and completely shocked, feeling that he was very poor.

"I have a few top-quality spiritual weapons here, and I will give them to you."

Yang Fan grabbed it casually, and several top-quality spiritual weapons appeared in his hand, and threw them on the deck.

Yang Lei and Chu Qiuran's eyes lit up, and they quickly divided up the top-quality spiritual weapons.

You must know that for low-level monks, top-grade spiritual weapons are the highest-level magic weapons, and it is rare for ordinary foundation-building monks to own a few.

Chu Qiuran only took two top-quality spiritual weapons, and quickly thanked them, but at the same time felt a little embarrassed.

Yang Fan smiled and said: "I have many such spirit weapons, but they are all used as raw materials for tempering the sky boat."

"Raw materials..." Chu Qiuran suppressed the shock in her heart, her face twitched violently, and she stopped talking in a muffled voice.

He was afraid that the more he talked, the more he would feel shabby and his self-esteem would be hit.

It's not that he deliberately wants to compare with Yang Fan, after all, the opponent is a high-level powerhouse, how can he have the qualifications.

The problem is, decades ago, Yang Fan was still a little monk whom he looked down upon.

Whoosh——

The giant Tian Xingzhou flew to Wupan Mountain in just a few hours with great coercion and momentum.

This is the result of Yang Fan deliberately suppressing the speed, otherwise the speed could be even faster.

"Oh my God...Look, what kind of flying magic weapon is that, it makes people's hearts tremble."

The monks on the Wupan rooftop exclaimed.

As Tian Xingzhou approached, the powerful momentum and coercion gave people a great visual impact.

Wupan Mountain was originally a large trading house with enough monks.

When the boating oppression came that day, it caused chaos here.

"Quickly, report to the three masters."

Soon there will be monks to deliver orders.

"Friar He Fang, you dare to come to my 'Wupan Mountain' to demonstrate, and you won't let me take it down!"

A purple-haired Foundation Establishment youth leading a patrol shouted in the distance.

shhhhh--

A total of [-] patrol monks rushed over at the first time, and it only took a dozen breaths of effort.

Yang Lei and Chu Qiuran couldn't help being shocked. The patrolling monks in Wupan Mountain were several times stronger than those of their own family.

The speed of response and high efficiency of these patrol monks is amazing.

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