"Who are you?"

Yang Fan's expression was not astonished as honor and disgrace. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the black shadows in front of him.

Wearing black clothes and a black mask, only two eyes were exposed, emitting a bitter cold light in the night, like a greedy wolf, making people tremble.

"The person who wants your life!" The masked man in black said a few words coldly, swayed his body, and instantly attacked Yang Fan. He slammed out with a palm, and a powerful energy suppressed the air and came through the air.

Such speed and sensitivity are more than the average qi refining period.

Innate warrior!

A strange color flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and his body moved slightly, avoiding the person's thunder attack.

The man was a little surprised to see Yang Fan avoiding his attack in an understatement, and a stronger aura surged out of his body. He danced his fists and palms, and a phantom suddenly evolved. With the powerful sound of a burst of energy, there was a faint red light flashing.

The strength of innate warriors should never be underestimated. Even if a cultivator is hit head-on, the consequences will be very serious.

Yang Fan entered the omniscient mode and controlled everything in the surrounding area. Any slight movement, including the enemy's heartbeat, breathing, eyes, blood flow rate, and even the movement of true qi in his body, was clearly understood.

In this case, he was invincible.

However, Yang Fan had no intention of taking action immediately. He stood there, moved his steps in a small range, and "moved his muscles and bones" easily and comfortably. Every move and sideways were just right, avoiding the opponent's attack by a slight difference.

Bang bang bang!

The black-clothed innate warrior attacked continuously, but he didn't even touch the corner of Yang Fan's clothes.

In the end, he even fired the real fire, and the noise was extremely loud. There were light red energy flashing in the void. Each palm was enough to easily break the stone tablet and break the essence iron.

However, he became more and more frightened as he fought, and became more and more anxious. No matter how hard he tried, he would not get close to his opponent.

"What level of master is the other party..."

The man in black was frightened and wanted to retreat. At some point, he shouted loudly, his palms pushed out, and turned into a ball of intertwined and spiraled fire-red air waves, oppressing about a radius of about a meter of space.

At the same time, he immediately jumped away.

"Where can you run?" Yang Fan sneered, as if he had predicted it, he took the lead and took the air first, avoided the fiery red air wave, and reached out to grab the man in black's naked feet.

"Get out!" The man in black was horrified and roared angrily, trying to kick Yang Fan away.

But the next moment, he exclaimed, feeling his whole leg numb, he lost his senses, and then he landed heavily on the ground.

Bang!

The man in black fell to the ground and fell a dog to eat shit.

Yang Fan clapped his hands, looked at him leisurely, and said with a smile: "Do you still want to run? If you run again, I will break your legs and tell me who sent you here?"

"ah!"

The man in black had just gotten up and heard this, he was shocked and dared not move.

As long as he is not a fool, he can understand that the man in front of him is definitely an existence above his level. It is easy for the other party to kill him.

"Don't you say it?" The smile on Yang Fan's face became brighter and brighter.

"Sir, please spare me!"

The man in black was so scared that his face was pale and said tremblingly: "No one sent me here. The little one... the little one doesn't know Mount Tai. You should attack the adults."

"Oh? That's true?" Yang Fan said lightly.

"Yes." The man in black nodded.

"Okay, get out."

Yang Fan waved his sleeve and slapped him in the chest. An extremely powerful force surged out, shaking him away in an instant.

Huh--

The masked man in black turned into a black spot of light and was hit into the sky. He was so scared that he was scattered. With a "ah", he made a shrill call.

thump!

After a long time, the sound of an object falling into the water came from a distance.

After slapping the fly away, Yang Fan's mouth was filled with a few sarcastic smiles and murmured to himself: "Yan Prince's Mansion, will I be easy to mess with in the future? Send a poor person to test my strength."

A cold light flashed in his eyes: "If such a thing happens, don't blame me for being ruthless."

After saying that, he walked towards Cheng Laoxian's residence.

Just after walking dozens of steps, a kind old man walked in front of him and said humbly: "Master Yang Yao, please, please, the prince has arranged a residence for you."

"Oh?" Yang Fan nodded and asked, "Any position do you have in the royal palace?"

"If you go back to the pharmacist, you are a mere general manager of the royal palace. It is insignificant and you only want to devote yourself to the royal palace."

The old man said politely.

Just a general manager? This old guy is really modest.

If he can become the chief supervisor of the huge Yan Prince's Mansion, how could he be an ordinary person? He is probably the confidant of the Yan Prince.

"Okay, you lead the way."

Yang Fan followed him.

After taking two steps, Yang Fan stopped and asked in confusion: "Where are you taking me? Why do I feel like the direction of the second princess' residence?"

Logically speaking, the King of Yan should have arranged him to the guest and staff area.

The headmaster smiled and said, "In order to facilitate the pharmacist, you will treat the second princess, you will arrange your residence in 'Xiningju', which is the landscape area of ​​the second princess."

"Oh?" Yang Fan nodded: "The scenery there is also very quiet, but I can't communicate with other guests in the royal palace."

"When the lady's illness is settled, the prince can arrange wherever you want to live. Of course, if you insist on changing the place, the prince will try his best to satisfy you."

The manager said with a smile that he was very kind to Yang Fan.

In fact, as the chief manager of the Yan Palace, he has a high position in his hands and can determine the life and death of millions of people below him in just one thought. Under normal circumstances, most people in the palace are extremely respectful of him.

But at this moment, he showed the most peaceful and cautious attitude towards reception, and his respect for Yang Fan was no less than that of King Yuwen Lie of Yan.

Yang Fan thought for a while and replied, "Okay, this is not bad. If he hadn't been interested in Miss Yuwen's illness, Yang might have left the palace long ago."

When the general manager heard this, he felt relieved and brought Yang Fan to the quiet "Xiningju" surrounded by mountains and rivers.

"This place has been arranged, please ask the pharmacist."

The supervisor brought Yang Fan to a delicate attic where there were servants and maids.

"Retreat all the servants here, leaving only one responsible for dispatching me."

Yang Fan glanced at the servants and maids and said lightly.

"Yes." A strange color flashed in the eyes of the general manager. According to his request, he sent off all the servants, leaving only a clever servant to Yang Fan.

"You all retreat too. Without me, you must not approach my house without authorization."

Yang Fan continued to order.

"yes."

The headmaster and Jianpu retreated.

Yang Fan came to his room and didn't even need to light the lights. He first set up a restriction on the surroundings of the house and then sat on the bed.

Originally, according to his previous habits, he would start practicing cross-legged.

However, Yang Fan thought again: "The magic skill has reached a bottleneck and is difficult to break through. The Netherworld Demon Flame has just been completed and it is not possible to practice the fire in one day or two days. The Kild Thousand Mile Poison Technique has achieved a little, but it is the same..."

"Since I have come to this secular land, why don't I enjoy it and have a good sleep on him."

Thinking of this, Yang Fan stretched his waist and lay on the bed casually. After a while, he began to sleep soundly.

Late at night, in a hall in the Yan Prince's Mansion.

A slender figure wearing a purple jade pattern dragon green robe, standing on the smooth floor of the white jade with his hands in his arms, with his back facing the man in black kneeling beside him.

"Prince, my little dereliction of duty is really unfathomable. I can't even touch the corner of his clothes."

The man in black said in a low voice.

"I have seen it all..." Yuwen Lie walked with his hands behind his back, sighed, and turned to face him: "After all, you are a congenital warrior in the secular world. Even the cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage is not your opponent, and he has never killed an immortal cultivator before. This time, he didn't even understand the other party's reality..."

"It's all because of the little incompetence." The man in black whispered: "It's not as good as the Evil Shadow and the Illusion King with the highest cultivation level in your prince..."

"No need, no member of your 'Dark Tribe' shall test this person again without receiving the order from this king. This time, this test is a rude to the distinguished guest, and he must understand... If you take action again, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Yes, Prince, this little understanding." The man in black replied.

"You retreat and call Evil Shadow and the Illusion King up."

The King of Yan ordered.

"Yes." The man in black flashed, turned into a phantom, and disappeared from the hall. When he heard that the prince was going to dispatch the "Phantom King" and "Evil Shadow", his body couldn't help but have a cold war.

As a member of the "Dark Tribe", he certainly understood what a terrible existence the Evil Shadow and the Fantasy King were.

Although secular warriors are innate masters, innate masters are also divided into elementary, medium, high, and great perfection.

He is just a mere elementary innate warrior, and the evil shadow and the illusion king are at least innately high-level realms, and the strengths of the two are more than one or two times.
To be continued...