Mr. Xu and Yang Yu left for a moment, and Yang Fan appeared at the gate of the courtyard like a ghost, looking at the direction of their departure, showing a meditative look on his face.

"It seems that Mr. Xu is probably one of my father's enemies, but these two seem to have any intentions, so they have not killed me for the time being."

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. With Mr. Xu and Yang Yu's current strength, to kill himself, he just needed to move his fingers.

Of course, the reason why Mr. Xu did not attack Yang Fan was because all his cultivation had dissipated and he became a useless person.

If Yang Fan was still the genius of cultivation at the time, it would be hard to say whether the other party could resist and not attack him.

"The most important thing now is to have the strength to protect yourself. When I have enough strength, I will fight back in time."

In Yang Fan's deep eyes, there was a sense of tolerance and wisdom that ordinary people could not achieve.

With the "Xianhong Space" and the unprecedented "Xianhong Art", Yang Fan has a bright lamp in his heart, which makes him feel calm and clear as ever.

With the help of green land, Yang Fan was able to fully restore vitality and vitality in his body in a short period of time and possessed the physique of a cultivator in the concentrating stage.

In this case, even if Yang Fan does not use external objects, he can restore his original cultivation in four or five years, which is far beyond Mr. Xu's prediction.

When he returned to the villa, Yang Fan said to the two maids: "You two, help me clean up my things."

"Yes, young master."

The two maids responded to their orders and, under Yang Fan's instructions, began to organize some valuable items.

After all, Yang Fan has been in Yangjiabao for so many years and has many treasures.

Of course, the most important item to cultivate immortals is to carry it with you. His storage bag contains dozens of spirit stones, four or five magic weapons, two low-grade spiritual weapons, several bottles of spiritual elixirs, several jade slips, and a small amount of refining materials.

These resources are naturally incomparable to those of the older generation of immortal cultivators, but if compared with those of casual cultivators, they can be considered rich in capital.

Soon, the two maids took some of Yang Fan’s treasured collections to the middle of the yard to pack them.

"You two have served me for so many years. Now I have lost all my magic power and no one can protect you. There are some silver here, so you two will take it to divide it."

Yang Fan sighed lightly and threw a small bag of silver to the two maids.

Looking at this villa, I felt a little sad.

"Thank you for your gift!"

The two maids knelt on the ground with a "splash" and were grateful.

"These silver is enough to make you two redeem yourself. You can go... find a good family in the future."

Yang Fan waved his hand and asked the two maids to leave.

"Take a good care."

The two maids left the villa with tears in their eyes.

After waiting for the two girls to leave, Yang Fan's expression sternly and immediately closed the other courtyard.

Then he came to the treasured items and reached out to touch them.

At the same time, his mind was immersed in the "Xianhong Space".

Swish swish swish swish!

The books, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, etc. disappeared from the spot as he reached out and touched them.

After a moment, there was nothing in place.

In Xianhong space, Yang Fan ordered the puppy: "Put these things in the warehouse."

The puppy said with a grievance: "These things are so big... and I'm not a coolie either."

"Is that so? How did you take this shovel out of the warehouse?"

Yang Fan signaled the small shovel in his hand, smiling.

The puppy had no choice but to run over reluctantly, stretched out his mouth and grabbed it, and easily carried three items, one in his mouth and two on his back.

Yang Fan was stunned. This puppy is too magical.

After a moment of emotion, Yang Fan asked, "I see your extraordinary origin, what's your name?"

When the puppy heard this, he said proudly: "The master's vision is indeed unusual. I am the strongest divine beast born and raised in this 'Xianhong Space'."

The strongest beast!

When Yang Fan heard this, his heart moved. This puppy turned out to be a divine beast!

In the Dongsheng Continent, divine beasts are just legendary existences, such as kirins, divine dragons, phoenixes, etc., which are all well-known divine beasts.

However, knowing that the divine beast is one thing, and seeing it is another thing.

According to ancient books, there are basically no monks who have seen divine beasts who have personally come back alive.

Even those high-level monks who are respected by thousands of people have no ability to resist in front of the divine beasts.

"Are you a divine beast...or the most powerful?"

Yang Fan was so excited that he asked quickly: "By the way, which kind of divine beast are you in the legend, the Sky Dog? The Three-Headed Divine Dog? Or the Sun-Swallowing Dog?"

Yang Fan reported several legendary dog ​​beasts in one breath.

The puppy was stunned and then said angrily: "Don't compare me with that kind of inferior creature."

"Then what your name is?"

Yang Fan's words were immediately much more polite. This guy looked down on even the legendary dog ​​beasts.

"My name is puppy." A certain dog raised his head and said proudly.

"You're called a puppy?"

A black line appeared on Yang Fan's forehead.

"That's right, it's like a fake one. The only one who can enjoy such an honor in the entire 'Xianhong Space' is the only one who can enjoy such an honor."

The puppy is not ashamed but proud.

"Go and go... a stupid dog must have been fooled by someone."

Yang Fan no longer paid attention to the puppy and asked it to concentrate on helping him transport things.

After a while, the puppy moved all the things into the warehouse.

"By the way, can I take out what I want from the 'Xianhong Space' in an instant?"

Yang Fan asked suddenly.

"Yes, master, you stay in the warehouse. Just one thought, what you want, and just touch it, and that thing can be obtained by you in reality."

The puppy replied.

"So amazing?"

Yang Fan walked into the warehouse and experimented. As the puppy said, he could take out the things in real life.

After tidying up the things, Yang Fan walked out of the gate with a relaxed look at the villa, with a few traces of remembrance in his eyes.

"Bye now!"

Yang Fan sighed in his heart, then resolutely stepped out of Yangjia Fort.

When he walked to the gate of Yangjiabao suspension bridge, he faintly heard the whispers of several guards guarding the gate.

"Did you see the white-haired person? He was Yang Fan, the first genius of the Yang family, who was once the southern neighbor. But today, he has become a useless person."

"It turned out to be him. I heard from the pedestrians just now that he is now the most worthy of his name."

"He has changed from a genius to a useless man, and now he has white hair. I think he is so pitiful..."

One of the slightly immature gatekeepers couldn't bear it.

"He deserves something that is unpromising!"

Several other gate guards looked at the tender gate guards with contempt.

"I just sympathize with him, this is wrong..." the young guard said with a grievance.

...

Yang Fan left Yangjiabao and heard the conversation, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Forget it, forgot, unless necessary, I will try not to come to this ghost place in the future."

Yang Fan shook his head and left Yangjiabao very calmly, with a slight bitterness on the corner of his mouth.

After walking for about dozens of miles, Yang Fan stopped. At this time, the sky was getting darker.

"It seems that I can't go home anymore. It would be great if I had the cultivation level of the Concentration Stage. Flying with a sword, you can get home in just half a stick of incense."

Thinking of this, Yang Fan entered a rare forest and picked up a pile of dead trees, but found that he had no flint.

well!

Losing mana is helpless.

Yang Fan shrugged, took out a red talisman, bit his fingers, and blood gushed out.

puff!

The talisman turned into a fire bomb, hitting the pile of dead trees, and the flames flew.

Yang Fan snuggled beside the fire and sat cross-legged.

In fact, with his concentrating physique, even if he sits in this humid and cold forest, he will not get sick.

However, human beings do not like darkness and loneliness by nature. When they light the fire, their hearts will be warmer.

"It's better to practice "The Fairy Hong Jue" here."

Yang Fan was a little lonely, so he simply closed his eyes and practiced, and his mind was immersed in his mind.

Deep in my mind, there is a hazy green halo that looks like nothingness, which contains the information of "Xianhong Jue".

When Yang Fan's mind merged with this green halo, a huge amount of information surged towards his consciousness...
Chapter completed!