Chapter 168 Who is stuttering?

In Yang Fan's senses, the silver flying eagle drew a mysterious arc in the void, and the window of his guest room was a contact point on its track.

call out!

The silver flying eagle paused slightly at the window, and a small white paper ball fell into the window.

"This is……"

Yang Fan moved very quickly and immediately opened the window and took the small ball of paper into his hand by a slight difference.

At this moment, the silver flying eagle hovered in the air and made a loud cry.

"This flying eagle is obviously not an ordinary thing, several times larger than an ordinary flying eagle. Is it a monster?"

Yang Fan glanced at the silver flying eagle in the air in a faint way, and felt a life function from its body that was several times stronger than that of an ordinary low-level monk.

In the omniscient mode, Yang Fan immediately saw its level. It was indeed a monster, and it was a second-level monster, with a strength comparable to that of a cultivator in the Concentration Stage.

call out!

The sharp eagle eyes looked at Yang Fan and whistled again, as if they were a little hurried.

Yang Fan quickly unfolded the paper ball with a few words on it: I am injured, come here to treat my injuries.

There are two words on the signature: Wushuang.

"Wushuang was actually injured?"

Yang Fan showed surprise on his face. With his opponent's strength, he could almost walk sideways in Kyoto, but now he is actually injured.

If it is a normal injury, according to the agreement, Wushuang can come to Yang Fan for treatment.

But Wushuang did not come here in person, but asked the silver eagle to come to deliver the letter, which shows how serious the injuries he suffered were.

"Protect the princess and pharmacist and kill the giant eagle!"

At this moment, dozens of royal guards appeared in "Xiningju". Some people were shooting at the silver eagle in the sky with bows and arrows.

Swallowing...

Dozens of sharp arrows passed through the void with a touch of cold light, covering the silver eagle like drizzle.

Seeing this, a trace of mockery flashed in Silver Eagle's eyes. With a gentle wave of its wings, an invisible gust of wind was born out of thin air, knocking down these sharp arrows.

"No, please come quickly. This flying eagle is not an ordinary thing, I'm afraid it's a legendary monster."

These guards were immediately panicked.

At first, they saw that the flying eagle was so large that they were afraid that it would hurt the people in the palace, so they chased after him. From the current situation, the flying eagle not only had the same wisdom, but also seemed to be able to "demonic skills"

Chiu ~

The silver eagle let out a squealing sound, and with its wings, several light silver blades slashed from the void.

stop!

Yang Fan shook his body and came to the bottom of the flying eagle. He sacrificed a flying sword of the medium-grade magic weapon level in his hand, and lightly shot it.

Clam! Clam! Clam! Clam!

The light silver blades slashed onto the flying sword one after another. Yang Fan's body shook and he retreated repeatedly, barely stabilizing his body.

"What a powerful power..." Yang Fan was secretly shocked, his arms numb, and there were several slight gaps in the magic weapon in his hand.

Of course, in the attack just now, he only used magic power close to the late stage of Qi Refining, otherwise he would not have damaged the magic weapon in his hand.

"Lead the way." Yang Fan said lightly, urging towards the Silver Eagle.

Oh ~

The silver eagle roared again, turned into a silver shadow, breaking through the air.

Yang Fan shook his body and followed the silver eagle to "stroll forward".

Every time he takes a step, he can cross a distance of about a meter, which looks elegant and natural, and his movements are not large, and he looks like he is walking in the garden.

"Where are you going?"

As soon as Yang Fan walked out for a while, Hu Fei's voice suddenly came from the courtyard where he was: "Wait for me..."

"Haha, just keep it within a mile range with me." Yang Fan gave a slight paragraph and almost forgot that he had a personal bodyguard.

"Okay." Hu Fei followed him, feeling very relaxed.

"This flying eagle is a spirit beast. His master knows me. You can retreat."

While walking, Yang Fan glanced at the helpless guards of the royal palace and said in an orderly tone.

"Yes, sir."

These guards immediately scattered everywhere as if they were amnesty.

The flying eagle in the sky is quite spiritual and keeps a certain distance from Yang Fan, but it does not leave his vision.

After a moment, one man and one eagle left the palace. Hu Fei fell behind and did not get close.

Half an hour later, Yinying took Yang Fan to an old area in Kyoto City, where streets and alleys were crisscrossed, and a large number of ordinary people lived.

At some point, the silver eagle flew over an inconspicuous courtyard, suddenly hovered, looked at Yang Fan, and then entered the courtyard.

"It's here?"

Yang Fan walked to the door and knocked gently, and found that the door was hidden, so he walked in.

"You are finally here..." As soon as you walked into the house, you heard a slightly weak voice.

Wushuang was sitting cross-legged in a corner of the house. At this moment, he opened his eyes. His white clothes were torn and even had some burnt marks.

"Is this your residence?" Yang Fan looked at the house and felt that there was nothing special, just like the residence of an ordinary person.

"No, it's just my temporary residence, I gave the original owner some money and let me live here for a month."

Wushuang replied.

Chiu ~

The silver giant eagle sang, leaning against Wushuang very well, as gentle as a rabbit.

"You are really hurting, it seems to be much worse than last time?"

Yang Fan walked up, squatted down, stretched out a hand, put it on his shoulder, and began to investigate.

Although he said this, Yang Fan was overjoyed. The more he was hurt, the more beneficial it would be to him.

"How about it, how long does it take to recover?"

Wushuang's slightly weak Tao.

"Your body has suffered so much destructive power. Depending on the situation, it seems that you have been attacked by lightning and fire spells..."

Yang Fan whispered.

"You guessed it's almost the same," Wushuang sighed lightly: "The man who fought with me was a pervert. He actually mastered a terrible power of thunder and fire. When fighting, he was quite crazy and fearless."

"Thunder Fire?" Yang Fan looked surprised.

He suddenly thought of Hu Fei. Didn’t this guy master the power of thunder and fire? In Hu Fei’s own words, it was his unique skill “Red Thunder and Fire”.

"Who is fighting you?" Yang Fan asked tentatively. He had already guessed in his heart. The person Wushuang said was probably Hu Fei.

"I don't know him, but he is a madman." Wushuang sighed lightly: "The level of this boy is beyond my imagination. If I hadn't drawn the sword at the last moment, I might have died at his hands now."

"What are his characteristics?"

Yang Fan had already started to heal Wushuang's injuries, and felt that his magic power was "driving" upwards, and his heart was extremely comfortable.

"Feature?" Wushuang showed a look of surprise on his face: "He was just a stutter."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan sighed in his heart: It seems that Hu Fei is undoubtedly 100%.

As soon as I thought of Hu Fei, Yang Fan suddenly skipped a beat: No, isn’t this guy his personal bodyguard?

"Hmph! You said...who...who is stuttering!"
Chapter completed!