A deep worry and concern appeared on Yuwen Xin's pretty face, and a layer of sweat also spilled out of her palm, and she was tightly pinching the corner of her skirt.

"The peak power of secular warriors can actually burst out with such a terrifying power..."

Old Xian Cheng was also beside Yang Fan, sighing in a low voice, looking at the two people in the air with a trace of awe.

As an immortal cultivator, he is afraid of the power of the earthly mortals. If he says something, ordinary immortal cultivators may not believe it.

"I heard that there is another 'martial saint' in Yuyang Kingdom. His martial arts skills have reached an unprecedented level. He has lived for one or two hundred years and has not lost in nearly a hundred years. He is recognized as the peak of a warrior..."

A guest servant from a royal palace not far away whispered.

Martial Saint?

There are even stronger ones...

Yang Fan himself was a little unbelievable. The Yan King and Wushuang in front of him were extremely perverted, but they were not the most powerful ones.

What level is the most powerful martial saint?

"It seems that this secular world is not as simple as imagined."

Yang Fan's heart was shocked and he put aside his contempt for the mortal world. The idea that he thought he could be a cultivator in the secular world was dispelled.

Tie ~~~

Suddenly, a strange and humble sound came from the void, which only made people's blood tumbling and their souls dizzy.

Wushuang hit him with a palm, and a dark cold light appeared in his palm, striking with the heavy palm that King Yan suppressed the space.

The moment the palms hit, a blast of explosion accompanied by a powerful shock wave swept across dozens of feet. Wherever they passed, a large area of ​​buildings in the royal palace collapsed, and a gap was broken on the ground.

In the field of vision, there was a dark and blurry... Most people's vision was blocked.

Yang Fan's senses were extraordinary, and he captured two figures flying out quickly, accompanied by two muffled groans.

Puff! Puff!

In the dust and sand, King Yan and Wushuang spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time. They were seriously injured and staggered to the ground and took out several footprints half a foot deep, which showed their strength.

"Father……"

The little princess exclaimed and rushed over.

Yuwen Xinmou was also extremely worried, but she was still weak. She stood quietly and looked at Yang Fan for consultation and help.

Yang Fan nodded and said calmly: "No fatal injury or life-threatening."

Yuwen Xin breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, a hint of confusion flashed in her bright eyes and whispered: "I don't know why, I was very worried about my father's safety just now. When he was fighting with Wushuang, I felt very uneasy..."

"Both losses are both bad, and the strength is equal, but if your father's limit is like this, then the winner will be unparalleled..."

Yang Fan glanced at Wushuang, who was dressed in white in the distance and looked down proudly on the roof of the house. He felt a very strange feeling in his heart. His intuition told himself that this person would definitely be an extremely terrifying existence in the future.

In his nearly twenty years of life, there were only two people who brought him this feeling. The first one was "Hu Fei" from Yuwu Villa, and the other was "Wu Shuang" I saw today.

The former gives him a feeling of being taboo, madness, fearlessness; the latter gives him a kind of mystery, strength, and unyielding tenacity;

The common point is that both of them are difficult to deal with, and they feel their potential...the terrible potential that makes people feel heart-pumping!

Yuwen Xin nodded and said, "I have this feeling. If I fight again next time, the loss will definitely be the father..."

"Although they have no power of life, the injuries they have suffered are also very serious..."

Yang Fan's eyes swept over Yuwen Lie and Wushuang from time to time, as if he was making some idea.

"I'll be the pharmacist for your father's injury..." Yuwen Xin said earnestly.

"no problem."

Yang Fan was naturally one hundred willing to heal the strong man of this level, which was something he could not ask for.

However, his eyes were on Wushuang who was standing on the eaves in the distance, and he said to himself: "This is best not to be missed. To heal their injuries, the effect is probably several times higher than that of ordinary cultivators in the Concentration Stage!"

In the night, Wushuang is wearing a snow-white dress, looking a little out of place and a bit lonely.

Perhaps feeling Yang Fan's gaze, Wushuang's eyes suddenly lit up and fell on Yang Fan's face.

Whoosh!

Wushuang gently stepped on the eaves and turned into a white shadow, flashing in front of Yang Fan.

"Protect the pharmacist!"

The King of Yan in the distance changed his face and exclaimed.

Swish!

A strange shadow suddenly flashed from the corner of the princely palace where the night was hazy, blocking Yang Fan.

Yang Fan looked surprised and stared at a thin man like a shadow in front of him, wearing a black robe and a mask, unable to see clearly.

"Evil Shadow?"

Wushuang smiled softly: "Half a year ago, you might still have the right to fight me, but now..."

While his expression and words were spoken, Wushuang clearly showed contempt and disdain.

"Indeed, I'm not your opponent, but Wushuang, don't forget your current state..."

The hoarse and low voice of the evil shadow sounded, as if it came from the bottomless abyss.

"Haha, is that?"

Wushuang looked calm and calm, with a slightly slim and fair hand stretched out her slender and fair hand, and slowly held the hilt of the ancient sword behind her.

"you……"

The evil shadow became stiff, and whether it was the sound or expression, the blood flowing in the body almost solidified.

Yang Fan was also stunned, then took a breath of air and looked at the ancient and dusty sword on Wushuang's back.

After sighing softly, Yang Fan reached out and patted Xie Ying on the shoulder, and whispered: "You go back."

"But..." Xie Ying said hesitantly: "Your safety..."

What a loyal confidant!

Yang Fan smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, he won't hurt me, and you can't stop him..."

"Okay, pharmacist take care of it!"

Xie Ying looked at Wushuang with a complicated face, and his body flashed, turning into a phantom, disappearing in front of everyone.

"Haha, you're so sure, I won't hurt you?"

Wushuang looked at the seemingly uncombatable pharmacist in front of him with a smile on his face.

Maybe others will think so, but his eyes will never misread.

"Yes..." Yang Fan lowered his voice, so low that he could only let Wushuang hear it: "You are seriously injured now. Do you believe it or not, Yang can only use one or two poisons to make your life dying!"

"Use poison?" Wushuang's face changed and he sneered: "Poison technique is Little Doyle after all, but since you can say such a famous saying, it shows that you are also an opponent worth fighting."

"Sorry, I'm not interested in fighting." Yang Fan shook his head and said with a smile: "However, if you are seriously injured in the future, you can come to me. Yang can heal you for free."

“Free healing?”

Wushuang was slightly stunned and felt a little strange.

"What do you think?"

Yang Fan smiled and said, "This Wushuang is a militant. He likes to challenge powerful opponents and will definitely not avoid injury."
Chapter completed!