"This kid is good."

"It's really good. At his age, it's rare to have such strength and courage."

In a nursing home in Jinghua City, two elderly people who looked very energetic were sitting leisurely by the pond in the backyard, basking in the sun, fishing, and chatting in a quiet voice.

A bald man with a scar on his head, he is an old monk.

A slightly fat face, white eyebrows and white beards, looked gentle and at ease, and the smile on her face was like a spring breeze blowing on her face.

"I heard that he is an imperial doctor, with a superb medical skill, and even a half-step emperor can cure it." The fat old man said softly.

"Not only that," the old monk continued: "The imperial-level soul-refining golden elixir we took a few days ago were also made by others."

"It can be seen from this that his soul origin and spiritual sea of ​​consciousness must be extremely powerful, otherwise he would not have acted so evilly with the spiritual mind master."

The fat old man said, "If he is lucky enough to die after the war, I want to see him."

The old monk raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at the old man beside him: "Why, do you want to invite him to treat your injuries? You are the wound of the Great Dao, and even the girl Feiyan cannot recover. This child is probably not good either."

"What's the point of giving it a try?" The fat old man said disapprovingly: "It's naturally the best to be able to treat it. If you can't, can you blame him?"

"Besides, it is rare for the human race to have such talent and temper. What does it matter if he sees me? If he is really capable and can make me happy, what's wrong with giving him a fortune to become an emperor?"

The old monk sat upright and stared at the fat old man in a daze: "Old Li, you can't be really playing, right? It's the first time you've seen him. You're so optimistic about that kid?"

"If I remember well, that boy Wu Dao came over and asked you to give Ling Tian Lingyun a chance to meet him, you refused him. Why are you now..."

"Is this Yang Fan's talent in your eyes actually better than Ling Tian and Ling Yun?"

"Just like a good eye." The fat old man said in a low voice: "You can understand that I am more pleasing to this kid."

The old monk was speechless.

Is it so hasty, who are you lying to?

This old guy must have seen something unique about Yang Fan, otherwise he would never have made such a decision.

However, except that Yang Fan was a little handsome, ruthless and bolder, he didn't see anything special about him.

When it comes to geniuses, have they seen few geniuses in the past hundred years?

Although Yang Fan's talent and strength are rare among the younger generation, they are not the only ones. There are not only those younger generations in the Federation who are more evil than him.

But why did this old man Li look at Yang Fan so differently?

The old monk couldn't figure it out, but he didn't have the habit of making things difficult for him. If he couldn't figure it out, he would put it aside and ignore him. Anyway, he was not as good as Old Man Li in his attainments in the way of knowing people. It's not surprising that he has never been as good as Old Man Li.

"Just be happy." The old monk said indifferently: "However, the premise is that he can really come out alive from the half-step imperial-level space battlefield."

Only geniuses who can survive from all kinds of crises are real geniuses, otherwise everything will be nonsense.

"Don't worry, Zhang Hongxin is not a fool. If he is not sure, he will not bring Yang Fan over to take risks."

"Also, Yang Fan doesn't look like a fool. If it's a battle of death, do you think he will come to join in the fun?"

Old Man Li said: "Don't forget the purpose of the Federation's invitation to Yang Fan over this time. The arrangement of the Ten Directions Purgatory Demon-killing Formation has a higher priority. If Yang Fan doesn't want to, no one can force him."

The old monk nodded, it seemed that this was true.

However, Yang Fan is just a rookie in the kingdom realm. Why dare he break into the half-step royal-level space battlefield so boldly?

Even if he has a half-step demon king's pet beast, he may not be able to protect his completeness in the chaotic half-step royal battle.

The old monk saw it very clearly just now.

Although Yang Fan's sika deer is indeed a half-step demon emperor, his strength is only a little bit stronger than those half-step emperors, and he is so trash.

Such a half-step demon king enters the space battlefield, and it may even be a problem for self-protection, let alone guard Yang Fan.

So, what exactly gave Yang Fan such a strong confidence that made him dare to enter the space battlefield of the half-step emperor with his body as a king?

The old monk was puzzled and felt itchy, and he had no calmness that the Taoist monk should have.

"Okay, you won!" The old monk finally gritted his teeth and glared at Old Man Li fiercely: "Don't you just want Lao Na to use his talented magical powers once? You don't feel tired if you turn so many turns!"

After saying that, the old monk moved his mind, and a vertical eye as big as a soybean suddenly appeared in his eyebrows, shining with a faint golden light.

"The magical power of the heavenly eyes, get up!"

As the old monk shouted hard, a light suddenly burst out from the vertical eyes at his eyebrows, projecting a phantom on the water surface of the pond in front of them.

Soon, the water surface of the entire pond turned into a pressing screen with a very clear field of view. Dozens of figures in the screen fought back and forth, and their energy soared into the sky, and cracks around the space were vibrating.

Here is the half-step imperial space battlefield that Yang Fan and his friends have just entered.

Soon, Yang Fan, his pet beast Sika Deer, and Zhang Hongxin, and the figures of the two and one beast also appeared clearly on the screen.

The two of them had just entered the battlefield and had not had time to join the battle with the Half-Step Demon King. Yang Fan carefully rode on the back of the sika deer to avoid the aftermath of the powerful battle everywhere.

Huh!

The old monk gasped, looking at Yang Fan and Zhang Hongxin who had not started to take action in the picture, couldn't help but move the anger and cursed:

"These two little kids are still there. They've gotten in. Let's start fighting quickly! I wonder how difficult it is for me to maintain the magical power of the sky?"

Old Man Li shook his head slightly: "Monkey, be more open-minded. Isn't it just that you have released your natural magical powers? You can't die, so why are you anxious!"

The old monk couldn't help but spat lightly. He really didn't feel pain when he stood up and spoke. He also consumed not the origin of your soul.

"Huh? I've moved!"

Old Man Li was excited and his eyes were fixed on the scene in the water curtain.

In the picture, Yang Fan was still standing there, and Zhang Hongxin rushed towards the half-step demon king closest to him like he was injected with chicken blood.

"No, why has this kid improved so much in speed and strength?"

Old Man Li frowned slightly, and he immediately noticed the abnormal changes in Zhang Hongxin.

Especially when Old Man Li saw Zhang Hongxin showing his might and beat the half-step demon king in front of him with just a pair of iron fists, he made half of his life less.

It was really surprising that it was solved in just a few seconds that a half-step demon king with almost the same strength as Zhang Hongxin before.

How did he do it?

"There are other power amplifications in the field of gravity!"

The old monk interrupted softly and said, "His body speed has increased by at least five to ten times compared to before entering the space battlefield. If it is not that he has any talented magical powers or martial arts secret techniques, only the gravity field that Yang Fan just used has this possibility."

"The blessing of anti-gravity will make him unable to sense any of his own weight at all. With only a slight little force, his body speed can reach the extreme that humans can achieve."

"I didn't expect that the gravity field that Yang Fan, a kingdom realm, could actually affect the half-step emperor like Zhang Hongxin. This should be the trump card for him to dare to break into the space battlefield at will, right?"

Zhang Hongxin is his own person.

He has any talented magical powers and has practiced some secret martial arts skills. Both Old Man Li and the Old Monk know very well.

So they directly ruled out the first two options and affirmed that the reason for Zhang Hongxin's huge change was attributed to Yang Fan's gravity field.

The two old men showed surprise and surprise at the same time.

Unexpectedly, Yang Fan's trump card would be the gravity field he had just used outside the dungeon.

It was beyond their expectations. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe that Yang Fan's gravity field could actually leap to Zhang Hongxin in the half-step imperial realm.

Because under normal circumstances, even the gain field is limited by level. If the increase is the strongest between the same or low level, the effect will inevitably weaken exponentially until there is no gain effect at all.

With Yang Fan's current strength level, it is logically impossible to affect Zhang Hongxin at all.

But now, judging from Zhang Hongxin's body speed, the increase is not a little bit.

"Although it's a bit surprising, it seems understandable to think about his identities as an imperial doctor and an imperial soul refiner."

Old Man Li took a deep breath and soon came to his senses.

This is the benefit of seeing a lot after living for a long time. Everything has passed and all accidents have been seen. The psychological endurance is much stronger than that of ordinary warriors.

"Hey, what is this Xiao Zhang doing? He is injured but not killed. Could he still want to capture this half-step demon emperor alive?"

The old monk let out a light thrill again.

On the screen, after Zhang Hongxin beat the half-step demon emperor half to death in a very short time, he did not kill it directly, but raised his hand to capture the half-step demon emperor's neck and return to Yang Fan's side.

Then, under the gaze of the old monk and the old man Li, they saw Yang Fan slowly pulling out a kitchen knife from his waist, and without any embarrassment, they chopped the head of the half-dead half-step demon emperor.

brush!

The blood plasma burst, and the half-step demon king's head was removed into eight petals, and he could not die again.

"What kind of magical operation is this?!"

The two old men sat on the edge of the pond and looked at each other, a little confused.

Anyway, they all want to kill it, so Zhang Hongxin just killed it. Why bother taking off his pants and farting? This is a waste of time?

Their position is at this moment, the space battlefield of the Half-Step Imperial Realm.

There are still more than twenty half-step demon emperors in it that have not been resolved yet. The battle between the strongest men and demon clans is in full swing. These two guys don’t want to help kill monsters quickly. They still have the leisure to play the game of torture and killing here?
Chapter completed!