The fairy of Phantom Spirit also became dignified and pretty, standing beside him obediently and pounding his back.

Hu Fei looked outside.

Whoosh!!

The first thing that is filled with is a blue shadow and a blood light.

When these two came, an inexplicable depression arose in the entire area.

The powerful pressure made thousands of monks nearby hold their breath.

Fairy Huanling's jade hand that beat Yang Fan's back also trembled slightly, lowered her white head, and her ears were warm and red, so she dared not look up.

Two people came, one of whom was an old Taoist priest in green robe, holding a whisk in his hand, with a childish face in a crane's hair, a vigorous look, and a fairy-like Taoist priest.

Another old man in white clothes had an old-fashioned face and had a blood mole on his forehead.

This is naturally the Blood Refining Ancestor who fought with Yang Fan twice.

The old Taoist priest in green robe was a Sanqing Sanren, the leader of the Northern Qin Dynasty, and one of the three great monks.

At this moment, the three most peak monks in the Northern Qin Dynasty actually came and descended at the same time.

If another Lingxiao Sword Immortal was not seriously injured and was on the verge of life and death, it would not be impossible even if the three great cultivators came together.

From this we can see the weight of Yang Fan in the minds of the three great monks.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, you haven't seen each other for fifty years, and your work is getting bigger and bigger."

The ancestor of Blood Refining smiled faintly, and his eyes swept the six stone statues outside the house. His tone was very strange. I don’t know if it was sarcasm or helplessness.

"Yang has always been a man who doesn't offend me, and I don't offend others. The reason why he is like this is because he is forced to be helpless."

Yang Fan sighed bitterly, and his expression and tone were unaware of the inside story, and he thought he was the real victim.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, these six people are the backbone of the barbarians. You should remove their petrification."

The old and righteous voice of Sanqing Sanren came.

Yang Fan nodded. He still wanted to give some face to these two people.

As the peak of Northern Qin, Yang Fan is at the same time as the peak of Northern Qin and mastering the height of Cang's life destiny, he is afraid of each other and checks and balances with them. Under normal circumstances, he will never break up.

He closed his eyes, and a strange wave surged from the ground under his feet.

After a few breathing efforts, the six petrified Nascent Soul Powers recovered.

When they saw Yang Fan and Sanqing Sanren and the ancestor of Xuelian standing together, they were all in awe and hurriedly thanked them like two great monks.

Of course they understood that it was the two great monks who came forward to let Yang Fan make an exception and let him go.

Swallowing!!

At this moment, three more figures fell into the house, one of the young men wearing purple-scale chain armor, with a slightly pale face.

It was Yu Lin who suffered a loss in Yang Fan's hands before.

Behind Yu Lin, there is an old man in green clothes and a woman in colorful clothes. The former has kind eyebrows, while the latter is beautiful and elegant.

"Great Elder, Sister Xuexuan?"

When Fairy Phantom Spirit saw these two people, her expression changed.

Obviously, these two people have an extraordinary relationship with her. The former is the elder of the sect and the latter is a close friend of the boudoir.

"Sister Phantom Spirit, I finally found you."

The woman with colorful clothes, with joy in her beautiful eyes, hurriedly walked up and hugged the fairy of Fantasy.

The old man in blue looked at Yang Fan with a cold and hostile look on his face.

"Fellow Taoist Blood Refining, Master Sanqing, today I would like to make the decision for my "Immortal and Immortal Spirit Rhyme Sect."

The old man in blue suddenly bowed to the two monks.

"Fellow Daoist Li, please come up, and you have anything to say slowly." Sanqing Sanren waved the whisk, and a gentle and powerful force helped him up.

"It's this person..." The old man in green clothes had a sharp murderous intent and raging rage in his eyes. He pointed at Yang Fan: "He kidnapped the elder of the Phantom Spirit of our sect, and there has been no news for forty or fifty years... There are two great monks present today, please make the decision for us."

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