Xianhong Road

Chapter 708 Tianyunwei

The black-faced man and the blue-clothed female cultivator fell down together, spitting blood and turning pale.

An irresistible force of gravity pressed them to the ground.

"Still resisting?"

A cold light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, the gravity from the void actually strengthened a bit, and the nun in blue slammed "plop", half kneeling on the ground, her eyes filled with panic, her pretty face pale.

The black-faced man barely supported the ground with his hands, and said through gritted teeth: "If you want to kill, kill, why do you need to humiliate the two of us?"

At this moment, he still couldn't see that the other party was completely pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and caught the two of them by surprise.

The only thing I can't figure out is, why didn't the other party do it immediately and kill both of them in exchange for a reward?
It's not that Yang Fan intends to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. Every time he goes to a new and unknown area, before he finds out the details, he will try his best to keep a low profile and hide his strength to avoid attracting people's attention.

This is a prudent way of dealing with the world and the law of survival.

What's more, he is now stepping into the holy land of cultivating immortals in the mainland, the Great Qin Dynasty where there are many strong men?

"Hmph, Mr. Yang hasn't questioned the two of you yet, why did he kill me as soon as we met? In the past, Mr. Yang would have killed both of you without hesitation!!"

Yang Fan's face darkened, and a few traces of killing intent loomed in his eyes.

He had just arrived in Daqin, and he was feeling the environment here, and before he came out of a trance, he was killed by these two people.

Until now, he still didn't understand what was going on.But Yang Fan has already made up his mind to capture the two alive, so that they can be interrogated before deciding whether to live or die.

Hearing Yang Fan's question, the black-faced man and the blue-clothed female cultivator were startled at the same time.

"You... Didn't you come here to kill the two of us?"

The black-faced man was taken aback, hesitatingly said.

"Nonsense!! Yang is really going to intercept and kill, can the two of you survive?"

Yang Fan sneered.

Hearing this, he understood a bit of the truth. The two of them were being chased and killed. They regarded themselves as enemies and prepared to launch a thunder attack to kill them instantly.

It is also considered unlucky for these two people, they happened to meet Yang Fan, a fake Nascent Soul early-stage monk, and his strength was immeasurable, killing them was not much more difficult than crushing an ant.

When it was confirmed that Yang Fan was not the enemy who intercepted and killed them, the black-faced man and the blue-clothed female cultivator smiled bitterly, regretting their mistakes, and there was a "boom" in their minds.

The man in front of him has unfathomable strength and may be more terrifying than the people who chased them down.

What's ridiculous is that when they were fleeing, they thought that the other party was easy to bully, so they acted indiscriminately, but they offended a more powerful enemy.

"Fellow Daoist, this is a misunderstanding, an absolute misunderstanding, we mistaken you for the hunters of the 'Heavenly Killing Pavilion'."

The black-faced man quickly explained.

"I hope Fellow Daoist will let us go, the two of us have no hostility towards you."

The nun in blue gave an apologetic smile.

"If Yang didn't have one or two means to save his life, but was just an ordinary Nascent Soul, wouldn't he have been beheaded by you and become an unjust dead ghost, what right to speak?"

Yang Fan sneered.

The blue-clothed female cultivator and the black-faced man were stunned, speechless.

If Yang Fan was just an ordinary Nascent Soul, he would have died tragically at the hands of the two of them, and his death was still unclear.

"Fellow Daoist didn't kill the two of us right away, presumably it was just to humiliate me and the other two?"

The blue-clothed female cultivator turned her bright eyes, and looked at Yang Fan with a little fear.

In this moment of life and death, she can still maintain a basic calm.

"Hehe, that's right." Yang Fan glanced at her appreciatively, and said with a chuckle, "The two of you still have some use value, but there is no room for bargaining. Whatever I ask, you can answer."

"Senior, I have something to ask."

The female cultivator in blue has a well-behaved face, coupled with her beautiful appearance and gentle temperament, people can't help but feel pity.

It's just that Yang Fan's eyes were indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations, and he asked calmly: "Where is this place in Daqin, what forces are there, and who is in charge?"

When the nun in Lansang heard the words, her face showed a look of astonishment. She didn't expect Yang Fan to ask such a simple question.

But under Yang Fan's scrutiny, she didn't dare to disobey, and replied: "This is the 'Tianyun State', there are countless cultivating forces, and 'Lu Yunhou' is in charge of this area of ​​more than one billion yuan."

"Sky Cloud State? Lu Yunhou?"

Yang Fan showed a thoughtful expression on his face.

When he was in the Astrology Tower, he heard from Priest Yue that the Great Qin Dynasty had eighteen prefectures and eighteen princes.

These eighteen princes, nominally obeying the orders of the "Emperor Qin", ruled the world, paying tribute and worshiping once every ten years.

To put it simply, Yang Fan is in "Tianyun State", where there are countless immortal cultivators, and the supreme ruler is the "Lu Yunhou" mentioned by the nun Lanshang.

In this world where strength is the most important thing, status is often linked to strength.

Yang Fan thought to himself, since "Marquis Lu Yun" is the supreme ruler of the vast Tianyun State, his strength here should be the top.

"Then what state has Lu Yunhou reached?"

Yang Fan asked with flickering eyes.

Only by understanding the situation here and giving yourself a correct position can you survive better.

"This..." Nvxiu Lanshang was a little embarrassed.

"We can't estimate the powerhouse at that level at all." The black-faced man interjected, and said with a wry smile: "But according to rumors, any of the eighteen princes of the Great Qin Dynasty is an invincible powerhouse and cannot be challenged. Anyway, if we are with this When people of the same level meet, they can only resign themselves to their fate."

"I understand."

Yang Fan nodded. With the height of a Nascent Soul stage powerhouse like a black-faced man, it is impossible to speculate on the strength of a "prince-level" powerhouse.

This is like the generation of Inner Sea Gold Core, unable to speculate on the existence of the strongest.

Next, Yang Fan was going to ask some other questions.

At this moment, his expression changed suddenly, and he looked towards a certain direction of the dilapidated castle, which was the direction from which the two black-faced men had fled.

shhhhh--

One or two hundred miles away, the light flickered and shuttled.

"No, it must be the hunter of the 'Heavenly Killing Pavilion'!!"

Seeing Yang Fan's reaction, the black-faced man and the blue-clothed female cultivator all changed their colors.

Yang Fan stood proudly with his hands behind his back, and slowly closed his eyes, the surrounding environment had undergone subtle changes.

"Fellow Daoist, please raise your hands high and let us go. If we let them chase and kill us, the consequences will be disastrous."

The female cultivator in blue exclaimed and begged.

"Shut up." Yang Fan spat out two words coldly, and the strong gravity still oppressed the two of them.

The black-faced man and the blue-clothed female cultivator gave a wry smile, and saw a dozen or so people coming from afar.

These people are dressed in different clothes, and their magical weapons and exercises are also varied, dazzling and dazzling.

Yang Fan thought to himself, these people should be the "hunters" mentioned by the nun in Lanshang.

There were more than a dozen people who came, and they were all high-level Nascent Souls, including men, women, and children.

In Northern Qin and other places, Nascent Soul powerhouses were rare, but in the Great Qin Dynasty, more than a dozen appeared at one time.

Yang Fan was shocked, the Great Qin Dynasty is worthy of being a holy place for cultivating immortals, and there are countless strong ones.

The leader was a burly man in a fur coat, holding a heavy scimitar, his eyes were cold and bloodthirsty, as if hunting prey.

What's more, this strong man in animal skin was accompanied by a black-haired hound, his eyes gleamed with bloodthirsty light, and his nose kept moving.

"Brother Dashan, the breath is here, and it suddenly stopped."

A thin young man with purple hair beside him pointed to the dilapidated castle in front of him.

"Brother Dashan and Xiaozi are the best at tracking among our hunters. What do you think?"

A beautiful woman in the crowd said with a smile.

"Go down and search, the lives of these two people are worth 200 million spirit stones and a precious ancient treasure."

Brother Dashan licked his lips.

All the hunters flew to the ruined castle below after hearing the words.

"It's over..."

The black-faced man and the blue-clothed female cultivator showed despair as they watched these people kill them below.

From the beginning to the end, Yang Fan stood where he was, with his eyes slightly closed, without saying a word.

However, the two were surprised to find that when these people came to kill them, they seemed to have not seen them, but shuttled over the castle, using their divine sense or many other magical powers to search.

"Could it be that these people didn't find us?"

The black-faced man and the blue-clothed female cultivator looked at each other with horror in their eyes.

These terrifying hunters hover over the dilapidated castle, turning a blind eye to their existence?

The two of them understood the horror of these hunters, especially the head of the strong man wearing the fur coat. He was a Nascent Soul cultivator. He was well-known among the hunters and was best at tracking.

While terrified, the two turned their attention to the mysterious man surnamed Yang standing there with his hands behind his back.

At this time, a natural aura enveloped the positions of the three of them, as if they had become part of the surrounding environment.

After stepping into the later stage of Yangen, Yang Fan's comprehension of the supernatural power of "Huantian Huaxu" has been further improved.

Due to the realm of the half-heaven-human model, Yang Fan can cover up the environment, deceive the divine sense and even various search magical powers with his thoughts.

In the eyes of everyone above, the area where the three of Yang Fan were located was a pile of broken ancient treasures, which was inconspicuous.

"did not find!"

"People are not here."

After a long time, the hunters were extremely disappointed and gathered above the castle.

"My gut tells me they should be down there."

Brother Dashan's cold and bloodthirsty gaze swept across the entire castle below. The black-haired hound in front of him, with black clouds showing through, kept moving his nose.

"I seem to have the same feeling. If Brother Dashan didn't say that, I might have given up." Xiao Zi nodded.

They are the best hunters and often have an indescribable intuition.

"Do it, destroy the castle below!!"

Brother Dashan said indifferently.

When the hunters heard the news, they sacrificed magic weapons one after another, preparing to bombard the entire castle from a wide range.

With their strength, it only takes a moment to turn this place into ashes.

Seeing this situation, the expressions of the black-faced man and the blue-clothed nun changed.

If this is the case, no matter how powerful Yang Fan's illusion is, it will eventually be exposed.

Yang Fan's complexion also changed, this Daqin monk really should not be underestimated.

"Who dares to destroy the ruins of Star Castle!!"

At this moment, a trace of cloud swept over the distant sky, and a shocking coercion descended.

The cloud marks were actually formed by clouds, and a white-clothed cultivator on top gave a cold shout, overwhelming the audience with a powerful aura.

"Tianyunwei!!"

The minds of all the hunters tensed up, and they shuddered, all of them fell silent.

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(End of this chapter)