Lie Wuhuan

Outside Yaoxian Valley.

A lifelike petrified python statue standing at the entrance.

People who are unaware of the situation may think that this is just a masterpiece of master craftsmen.

However, the expression of this python statue is too realistic... Its face still maintains a look of horror and doubt.

"Petration?" Yang Fan stared at the petrified python statue and said with a little ridiculous sneer: "You are just relying on your own talent to master the mysterious fur of the earth."

The three-eyed psychic python that masters petrified natal magical powers was successfully "stolen" by a human monk.

What is even more incredible is that the party who succeeds in learning secretly is better than the top.

During the Genin Period, the power of the earth was integrated, so that Yang Fan had a deeper understanding and understanding of the magic related to earth-based spiritual energy.

Control the earth under your feet, and your strength will never stop, and even use the entire earth as your backing.

Petrochemical magical powers are essentially an extension of the mystery of the earth.

When Yang Fan used his body to experiment and experienced the entire process of the three-eyed spiritual python using petrification magical power, he could easily learn this magical power.

In addition, after taking the "Source Spirit Pill", Yang Fan's understanding qualifications are different from those in the past.

In fact, there are also many petrification techniques in the world of immortal cultivation, all of which are just the use of earth-based spiritual energy.

The petrification technique of the three-eyed spiritual python is a natal magical power formed after fusion of the power of the soul. It is difficult to resist within the same level.

"As long as the opponent stands on the ground with me at the same time, even the advanced Nascent Soul level may be petrified by me."

Yang Fan's lips slightly pursed.

However, he had just realized this magical power and it would take some time to comprehend and proficient.

"Ha! Who dares to disturb the tranquility of Yaoxian Valley?"

Suddenly, the sound of breaking through the air came from the Yaoxian Valley, and the voice of a man filled with cold killing aura came first.

Yang Fan was slightly stunned and looked up.

call out--

A blood-colored escape light suddenly jumped out for a mile or two and appeared at the entrance of Yaoxian Valley.

On the blood-colored escape light, a young man holding a blood fan and wearing a blood-colored robe stood.

This young man in blood robe has a clear outline of handsome face, a pair of phoenix eyes, a sword-like eyebrows, and a blood mole on his forehead. It is blood red and crystal clear, and it is extremely charming.

He gently waved the blood fan, his clothes fluttered, and the blood under his feet turned into a rolling wave of blood. The pair of phoenix eyes stared at Yang Fan coldly with a look of evil spirits.

Yang Fan frowned and looked at him a few times, but he was not showing any weakness:

"You are not a monk from Medicine Immortal Valley. What qualifications do you have to question Yang?"

Yang Fan sneered.

He vaguely guessed that this person should be the rookie of the Blood Refining Sect’s Nascent Soul mentioned by the Poison King.

Judging from the breath, this person is only four or five years old to advance to the Nascent Soul Stage.

However, the blood fan in his hand turned out to be a ninth-grade magic weapon.

The ninth-grade magic weapon is already at the peak of top magic weapons, and its power is almost comparable to that of ordinary ancient treasures.

As far as Yang Fan knows, it is difficult for ordinary monks in the early stage of the Nascent Soul to have such magic weapons.

Moreover, when this person is so young, he has been promoted to the advanced level of the Nascent Soul, which shows the special identity of the other party.

"Hmph, Zhu is a distinguished guest of Yaoxian Valley and has the right to expel monks with unknown intentions."

The young man in the blood robe waved the blood scoop in his hand, and with a "pop", the blood-colored wind roared in the void, with a shocking momentum.

It is worthy of being a top magic weapon. The power of this casual blow is enough to move ordinary Yuanying.

Of course, he was just a demonstration and did not attack Yang Fan.

This young man surnamed Zhu is not a fool. Of course, he can guess that Yang Fan is at least at the advanced level of the Nascent Soul.

Otherwise, with his powerful aura, he would be enough to scare the high-level Golden Elixir to the point of being possessed.

The most important thing is that he could not see through Yang Fan's cultivation level, and his spiritual sense was empty under his eyes.

If you can do this in front of the advanced level of the Nascent Soul, then Yang Fan's cultivation is definitely not a low-level or high-level Jindan.

Faced with the demonstration of a man named Zhu's blood robe, Yang Fan smiled faintly: "I disappointed the distinguished guest of the Blood Refining Sect. Yang had a deep friendship with the current valley master of Yaoxian Valley, and was not a monk with unknown intentions."

The man surnamed Zhu changed his expression: "Do you know my identity and Fairy Yun? What is your relationship?"

"As early as when Yang was a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, he met Fairy Yun and his relationship became deeper and deeper..."

Yang Fan’s way of being neither salty nor indifferent.

The man surnamed Zhu stared at him, his face gloomy and murderous intent appeared out of thin air in his eyes.

The hand holding the blood fan tightly trembled slightly, as if he wanted to kill Yang Fan.

However, he was not arrogant after all, and could easily kill a high-level Nascent Soul of the same level.

If Fairy Yun has a bad impression of herself, it will be more than worth the effort.

"Haha, I think you are the yaoshi Yang that Fairy Yun often mentions?"

A smile was barely squeezed out on the face of the man surnamed Zhu.

"Yuxi often mentions me?" Yang Fan showed a look of surprise on his face.

You can see from the gift of the Qixiang Jade Soul Flute that Yun Yuxi’s friendship with Yang Fan.

Seeing Yang Fanjing's appearance of liking his heart, the man surnamed Zhu looked gloomy and held the blood fan's hand tightly, and trembled twice again.

Soon, his eyes fell on the petrified "Three-eyed Spiritual Python".

"How could it be petrified?"

The man surnamed Zhu was shocked.

The natal magical power of the three-eyed psychic python is petrification.

Could it be that it petrified itself?

Yang Fan smiled and said, "I haven't come to Yaoxian Valley for many years. This old friend is too excited. Yang lets it quiet for a while."

The man surnamed Zhu showed a strange look on his face, his eyebrows relaxed, and even a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

"It seems... Yang Fan is probably still a little bit conflicted with Yaoxian Valley!"

The dark clouds on the face of the man named Zhu disappeared, and he regained his confidence and calmness.

"Hahaha... Fellow Daoist, the troubles outside have not been resolved yet? Do you want Lie to help you?"

A long laughter came from the Yaoxian Valley.

As soon as he finished speaking, a red phantom swept through the sky.

A man wearing crimson armor appeared beside the man surnamed Zhu, wearing crimson armor, burly figure and long hair waving in messy hair.

The long-haired man, with bright tiger eyes and a domineering and violent aura, looked like he was only in his thirties.

"Yang Tian——"

Suddenly, the man with long-haired red armor trembled and looked at Yang Fan in disbelief.

"How is that possible!!"

He stared at Yang Fan, shocked, with a complicated expression on his face.

"This is the third time that Yang has been mistaken..." Yang Fan's voice was indifferent, he looked up at this person, and said calmly: "You should be the eldest disciple of the 'Three Evil Old Demon', Lie Wuhuan?"

"You... aren't you Yang Tian?" The man with long-haired red armor calmed down and sighed with a sudden look on his face: "I understand, you are his son Yang Fan. Thirty years ago, Shi Qianhan and Yang Fan who had caused a sensation in Yuyang for a while."

"If you want to change it."

Yang Fan looked indifferent and looked at Lie Wuhuan calmly.

He was considering whether to kill this person and kill the three old demons.

You know, Lie Wuhuan was once the mortal enemy of his father Yang Tian.

About forty or fifty years ago, Lie Wuhuan, Yang Tian, ​​the head of the Yang family in Kyoto, and others all pursued the heir of the Yaoxian Valley, the biological mother Liu Mengyan.

"Okay, okay, the son of the past has now grown into a high-level Nascent Soul."

Lie Wuhuan said three things in a row, and looked at Yang Fan carefully, without any contempt on his face.

He knew very well: the man in front of him would be a powerful man who would compete with his master, the Three Old Demons.

At the same time, Lie Wuhuan sighed secretly: "It's a pity that such a genius will eventually die at the hands of his master."

"Huh? How could this spiritual python from Medicine Immortal Valley be petrified?"

Soon, Lie Wuhuan also saw the three-eyed psychic python that turned into a stone sculpture.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes and swept across Yang Fan's face.
To be continued...