Picked up a fairy island

Chapter 82 Society I, Master Yang
Yang Fan's sudden sobriety shocked the three men in gray robes, and even faintly panicked them.

"Brother Wen, this..."

"What are you afraid of? He's just one person. He's stronger than the three of us. Let's do it!" The man surnamed Wen suppressed his panic, raised his hand, and rushed towards Yang Fan with his spirit soldiers.

The remaining two followed closely behind.

"Spicy chicken!" Yang Fan snorted disdainfully, waved lightly, and a wave of coercion overwhelmingly surged, like a huge mountain with a plop, forcing the three men in gray robes to the ground, unable to move.

"This..." The man surnamed Wen's eyes were bigger than a bull's, and while he was extremely flustered and frightened, he stared at Yang Fan.

This coercion... foundation building top... grade?

Yang Fan smiled cruelly, half squatting in front of the gray-robed man surnamed Wen, "Tell me, how do you want to die?"

These words seemed to come from the mouth of the god of death at this time, full of cruel killing intent, and immediately made the man surnamed Wen shudder. He was very sure at this moment that the young man in front of him would never let him die happily.

The man surnamed Wen was frightened. He wanted to speak, but he was forced by coercion and couldn't open his mouth.

"Okay, don't say it, right? Enough man!" Yang Fan smiled evilly, and waved at Zhu Yiwen and the three of them.

Zhu Yiwen woke up first, rubbed his head, looked left and right, and finally turned his attention to Yang Fan and the three men in gray robes lying on the ground.

He Jie and Xia Yihe woke up one after another.

"???" The man surnamed Wen stared at Yang Fan, and asked the labor and management to say hello, you should take back the coercion, otherwise what would the labor and management say?

Yang Fan stood up slowly, quickly took out a burly spirit puppet from the storage, and ordered, as if holding a chicken, he lifted the short gray-robed monk and walked into a miscellaneous Grass.

Not long after, heart-piercing screams came from the depths of the soul.

Everyone was horrified and sweated, especially the man surnamed Wen and the remaining gray-robed monk.

After the screams lasted for more than ten minutes, the spirit puppet came out carrying the short monk, and threw it on the ground like throwing garbage.

At this moment, seeing this cultivator's pale complexion, lax eyes, foaming at the mouth, and torn robes all over his body, revealing bruises, it's hard to imagine what kind of torture he went through just now.

Not to mention the man surnamed Wen and the other gray-robed man, even the three of Zhu Yiwen, who had just woken up, shuddered involuntarily after seeing the appearance of the little monk.

What... what happened?
In short, the three of them wanted to ask, but after seeing the miserable situation of the monk, they gave up the idea of ​​asking.

At this time, Yang Fan took out the Shuiyang sugarcane and chewed it, and then gave another command to the spirit puppet, who raised his hand and carried another monk into the grass.

The heart-piercing screams were staged again, until more than ten minutes later, this monk became the same as another monk.

"How about it, have you thought it through?" Yang Fan weakened a bit of coercion and looked at the man surnamed Wen.

As the coercion weakened, the man surnamed Wen took a long breath, and hurriedly begged for mercy, "Senior, I was wrong, please ignore the fault of the villain, just treat me as a fart, I am willing Hand over everything...I..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yang Fan stared, "It's impossible for me to let you go today, but if you are sensible, maybe you can make your death easier, say, why did you drug us, what is the purpose? And what power do you come from? Give me a clear account of everything!"

"Senior, I'll say it, I'll say it!" The man surnamed Wen turned pale, and tremblingly told the cause.

These three people are from a force called Daomeng, and they have done a lot of things like today, and they usually use their power to slaughter customers. In short, they have done all kinds of bad things. If it is placed in the secular world, they will be shot ten thousand times of.

"Daomeng?" Yang Fan mused, turning to Zhu Yiwen and the others with doubts.

"Oh, Master Yang's Dao League is a special existence jointly established by all the sects in the world of cultivating immortals on the earth. It is like a secular town house, which specializes in governing the affairs of some sects in the world of cultivating immortals." Zhu Yiwen explained.

"So that's how it is." Yang Fan nodded, secretly remembering the power of the Dao League, and then asked, "Then this Zhuji Island is also within their jurisdiction?"

At this time, Xia Yihe said, "Master Yang, logically speaking, this Jiji Island is considered an unowned land, and it is not under the jurisdiction of the Dao League. However, in recent years, they have taken over by force and turned it into a It became a place to make money."

"Yes, what she said is correct. Although this Jiji Island is extremely dangerous, there are still many people who are willing to make a single throw. Besides, the alliance is powerful, so everyone acquiesced." He Jie said in agreement.

Hearing this, Yang Fan spit out the scum in his mouth, and after thinking for more than ten seconds, his eyes flashed, "Is there no man's land? If this is the case, why don't I..."

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and I laughed heartily, which immediately made Zhu Yiwen and the three of them confused.

"Ben Daxian has decided, this Zhuji Island will be mine from now on." Yang Fan exclaimed excitedly, straightening his waist, all radiant.

Zhu Yiwen, "..."

He Jie, "..."

Xia Yihe, "..."

Wen Wuhai, "..."

"Master Yang, you are blatantly opposing the Daomeng, besides your..." Zhu Yiwen was taken aback, and said kindly.

Yang Fan squinted at Zhu Yiwen, "Are you thinking that the Daomeng has a huge power, and this great immortal is hitting an egg against a rock, right?"

The three of Zhu Yiwen didn't speak, but their expressions admitted this.

"Haha." Yang Fan waved his hand indifferently, and proudly turned his back to the three of them, "From today on, this Zhuji Island will be named Xiannong Island, and the three of you are the first batch of veterans of my Xiannong Island, how about it?" ? Are you happy? Are you excited?"

"???" Zhu Yiwen, He Jie, Xia Yihe.

How did we become the first elders of Xiannon Island in a blink of an eye?Besides, we didn't agree!

"What? You three are still not happy?" Yang Fan squinted at the three of them, and said, "You three still owe me something, especially you He Jie and Xia Yihe, don't you want to renege on your debt? "

"Don't dare, it's just... this..." The three of them looked at each other, really not knowing what to say.

You know, this is going against Daomeng with a bang, and it is weak, so what can we use to fight against it?

"It's just what? You three don't fret, this matter is so decided, and this is also a great opportunity for the three of you, if you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult for you to join in the future!" Yang Fan glanced at the three People, finally cast their eyes on the man surnamed Wen, "You have done so many bad things, and let you die happily like this, it is too cheap for you, so...enjoy it!"

Give instructions.

Heart-piercing screams echoed in the night with the wind.

"Okay, everyone has been busy all day, let's take a rest, there is something to leave to you tomorrow." Yang Fan left without saying a word.

I found a secluded place and entered Xiandao.

Looking at the Xiong's army patrolling the farm, Yang Fan smiled faintly.

Daomeng?Hehe, a group of spicy chickens who can't get on the table.

......

The next day, the sun shone down.

The three of Zhu Yiwen woke up from meditation with dark circles under their eyes. They were really sleepless all night because of the screams last night. They finally calmed down, and it was dawn.

"Damn it, what the hell is this?"

The three of them just came to their senses when they saw no less than 100 tall, burly men not far away densely packed in an orderly manner.

These strong men all have the same appearance, bald, muscular, and exude a dangerous atmosphere.

Even those who have already established their foundations, they couldn't help being frightened after seeing this formation.

"Hey, the three of you are awake? Hey, come on, let me introduce you. This is the Xiong Family Army. From now on, it will be my island guard army on Xiannong Island. Each of you will lead a team. From now on, the important task of defending your homeland will be entrusted to you body."

Yang Fan chewed the sugar cane from Shuiyang and said casually.

Zhu Yiwen, "..."

He Jie, "..."

Xia Yihe, "..."

(End of this chapter)