"Why...why..."

Wushuang stared at Yang Fan fiercely, his hands almost trembling, and an indescribable aura emanated from his eyes.

Yang Fan's mind trembled. Through his unparalleled eyes, he saw a hazy "sword", looking proudly at the world and the world, as if it condensed the endless power of heaven in the universe.

"If you have something, please tell me clearly!" Yang Fan quickly distanced himself from him and said with a cautious look on his face.

"In my sixteen years of my life, I have been immersed in martial arts, not listening to other things, and only hope that one day I can break the void and leave..."

Wushuang took a deep breath, his hands trembled continuously, and one of the hands reached towards the ancient sword behind him.

Yang Fan felt a crisis vaguely and was ready for battle, but he was still a little puzzled: "Will someone as arrogant as Yi Wushuang fail to keep his promise?"

"But, since I came to Kyoto, I challenged the King of Yan that day and met her..."

Wushuang's expression was slightly dull, as if he had entered a state of memory.

Yang Fan stood beside him, but did not dare to move rashly. At this moment, he could feel the locking of that powerful aura. Once he had any abnormal movement, it might cause unimaginable consequences.

"She? Does it mean..."

An inspiration suddenly flashed through Yang Fan's mind.

I remember that when I was in the "Haoshi Palace", Wushuang bowed to him in public and thanked him: "Thank you for taking action and curing the second princess's illness. Wushuang thanked me here."

Could it be...

A possibility suddenly arises in Yang Fan's heart.

"Since I met her, my heart has changed because of her, and my heart has also changed wonderfully because of her..." Wu Shuang's eyes were deep and confused, and her voice was slightly trembling.

"You mean Yuwen Xin?" Yang Fan asked.

Wushuang did not answer him and continued: "That day, I almost hurt her... For the first time in my life, I felt guilty and regretful for this. You must know that before this, I had accidentally hurt thousands of innocent people, but never had such emotions."

"So, from that day on, I would go and secretly look at her almost every night."

"A glance, I was satisfied with just one glance. I never expected to have her..."

Wushuang's eyes were filled with complex and bitter emotions.

"But, since I saw you get along with her intimately, my heart has lost control..."

Wushuang's hands trembled constantly, and there was a strong murderous intent in her eyes: "I...I want to kill you!"

His hand was squeezing towards the sword behind him.

"He wants to draw his sword!"

Yang Fan's expression changed drastically.

Wushuang's strength is a pervert. If he draws his sword, he will burst out with one or two times the strength...

However, although Wushuang's murderous intent was so strong, he still had a little clarity in his heart. The hand that drew the sword kept struggling and trembling.

It is conceivable that he is struggling in his heart.

Yang Fan sighed lightly and said to himself: "I didn't expect this arrogant genius to have such a side."

From those intermittent words, it can be analyzed that Wushuang likes Yuwen Xin and is likely to fall in love at first sight. However, although he is a genius, he is an ignorant boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. He only dares to look at his beloved silently, and feels satisfied, dare not approach, and dare not confess...

At this moment, when he saw his beloved person suddenly appearing close to Yang Fan, he felt even more sad.

"Maybe you misunderstood, I am just her pharmacist and her guide."

Yang Fan sighed softly.

Looking at Wushuang who was constantly struggling and trembling, the grief deep in the other person's eyes made him feel sympathetic.

"No." Wushuang shook his head, regained his rationality, and said with a little sadness: "Because, I saw happiness in her eyes..."

Yang Fan smiled undeniably: "I cured Miss Yuwen's illness, so she was happy."

"No." Wushuang took a long breath, his body returned to normal, and he withdrew his hand that only drew the sword.

He said with a clear face, but extremely bitterness: "The loneliness and confusion in her heart disappears because of you..."

Yang Fan was silent.

"I am an abnormal person. I only know swords and can't take care of people..." Wushuang's body flashed, flew to the opposite eaves, and then said indifferently: "I won't kill you now, I'll wait for the final battle in a few months! Then take your dog's life!"

After saying that, he showed a ferocious look on his face, his whole body trembled, and flew into the distance.

Yang Fan looked at his departure back with a complicated face, and felt the words before Wushuang left: "I am an abnormal person. I only know swords and can't take care of people..."

For some reason, he vaguely captured something from Wushuang's words, but it was so vague.

"Well... this may be the helplessness of a genius..."

Yang Fan shook his head and returned to his room, just pretending that the incident had not happened.

That night, Yang Fan sat cross-legged and began to practice the "Silent Thousand Miles" poison technique. The mysterious dark flame that was jumping in the dantian was also slowly condensed.

For some reason, when Yang Fan condensed the "Netheric Demon Flame", he faintly sensed something. There seemed to be a vague fluctuation in the world, summoning him.

What is this...what exactly is it?

Yang Fan couldn't understand that the Netherworld Demon Flame was a major killer weapon he mastered at this moment, so he naturally had to study it carefully.

So, he completely immersed his mind in the "netherworld demon flame" and rippled between the world with that faint wave.

call!

In an instant, Yang Fan entered a state of ethereality, with the whistling wind in his ears, and a dark and deep space in front of him.

At the end of the space, there was a man standing faintly, with a strong figure emitting a demonic power that looked down on the world.

Yang Fan couldn't see the man clearly, and could only see a blurry outline.

However, what shocked him was that a flame similar to himself was beating in the palm of the man's hand.

Then...that's the same?

Yang Fan seemed to see a smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and his mind was shocked and he fell out of this ethereal and uncertain state in an instant.

"Who is that person? Could it be that he has also practiced the 'Nine Nether Demonic Art' and mastered the 'Nine Nether Demon Flame'."

Yang Fan was extremely shocked. He could sense that the man's strength was far superior to him. If he were in Yuyang Kingdom, he would definitely be a high-level monk standing on the top of the Golden Tower.

At the same time, Yang Fan also had a intuition in his heart that he must have sensed his existence in Yuyang Country.

Moreover, that person must be his destined enemy!

Who is he...who will he be?

Yang Fan began to recall the legendary masters of the upper immortal cultivation world of Yuyang Country.

First, start the search from the Demonic monks.

In an instant, a terrible existence that shocked Yuyang for hundreds of years appeared in Yang Fan's mind.

Three Eyes Old Demon!

Apart from this, Yang Fan could never think of a second person.

As we all know, the "Three Evil Old Demon" is the first person in the Yuyang Kingdom's devil's path, and the "Three Evil Demon Flame" is his unique skill. Once this flame comes out, no one in the Yuyang Immortal Cultivation World can defeat it.

Other old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage are extremely afraid of him.

Yang Fan recalled the rating of "Nine Demon Flame" in the Nine Nether Demonic Art: every level of realm is distinguished by "Ghost Light", which is the Heart of Demon Flame.

At this moment, Yang Fan had just refined the demon flames for a while, so he was naturally in a state of secluded state, which is "a demon flame".

If he can cultivate the "Three Netherworlds" realm, then isn't it the so-called "Three Netherworlds Demon Flame"?

After reaching this conclusion, Yang Fan felt even more scared and said to himself: "It seems that you must be careful in the future. You must not use this magic flame unless you have to do so."

Fortunately, when he used magic skills, he mostly appeared as "Shi Qianhan".

Who would have thought that Shi Qianhan, the cold and cruel demon who killed without blinking, was the gentle and elegant Yang Yaoshi who saved lives and helped the wounded?

One night passed, and as soon as the sky was dawn, Yang Fan walked out of the room and murmured: "I didn't expect that I would face such a powerful enemy, and even my life was threatened at all times..."
Chapter completed!