Chapter 192 The Power of the Puppet

In an instant, the area where Yang Fan was located was flooded with a dazzling fire.

The masked monk held the red feather fan with one hand, and there was a trace of mockery in his eyes.

With his great perfection of concentration, he used the medium-grade spiritual weapon "Red Feather Fan" with all his strength, which was enough to melt gold and turn iron into death, and instantly killed cultivators below the Concentration Stage.

Bang bang bang!

The red flame exploded, and a howling sound came. A puppet guard wrapped in iron armor and holding a long halberd broke through the fiery wave of air and rushed towards him like lightning. A depressing and heavy aura made him feel a sense of crisis.

"puppet?"

The masked monk flashed, almost dodging the attack of the iron armored puppet, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Yang Fan smiled and seemed calm and calm. He stood in the control of the iron-armored puppet. The attack just now also used this puppet to resist most of the power.

Seeing this, the masked monk stared at the eyes of him, and the red feather fan in his hand suddenly waved at the puppet, and a fire snake rushed away, hitting the puppet.

Bang!

The fire snake exploded on the puppet, just letting it pause, but it was not damaged at all.

Yang Fan, the iron-armored puppet, wins with defense and has strong immunity to spells.

"The level of this puppet..." The masked monk looked horrified.

The level of the iron-armored puppet is far beyond his imagination, and its combat power is probably comparable to that of the monks in the early stage of foundation building. The only disadvantage is that the speed has not reached the level of the foundation building stage.

"Such a puppet is in the hands of a Qi Refining Cultivator..."

A hint of greed appeared in the masked monk's eyes.

As long as Yang Fan is killed, the puppet with strength close to the foundation-building stage will be destroyed without any attack and become his spoils.

Feeling the greed and murderous intent in the eyes of the masked monk, Yang Fan deliberately showed his enemy as weak and retreated.

"Haha, where to run!"

The masked monk suddenly rose into the air, stepped on a flying sword, and flew towards Yang Fan from the air.

He had discovered that Yang Fan's iron armored puppet belonged to the melee type and had no flying ability. Otherwise, it would not be a master who was close to the foundation building stage, but was comparable to that of the foundation building stage.

call out!

The masked monk attacked from the air, and a feather fan in his hand gently waved, and a red flame, like feathers, descended from the air, and launched an indiscriminate blow to the area where Yang Fan was.

Yang Fan's face changed, his body retreated quickly, and controlled the iron-armored puppet to block his face quickly.

Bang bang bang!

The iron-armored puppet has a strong defense, and blockbuster attacks are blocked by it. Not only that, after Yang Fan left his attack range, the magic tricks in his hand suddenly changed.

Huh!

The iron-armored puppet jumped up and jumped up about a foot high. With a wave of the long halberd, a phantom of a long halberd covered with a faint black light broke through the air and slashed to the masked monk.

"not good!"

A faint red light condensed on the masked monk's body, forming a spiritual radiant cover, with the feather fan in his hand standing in front of him.

Bang!

A loud bang came, and the phantom of the long halberd, carrying the lingering demonic energy, shot down the masked monk with great power.

puff!

The masked monk looked pale, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

At this moment, he realized that he had overlooked a factor. Although the owner of the iron armored puppet was not worth mentioning, his own attack should not be underestimated, and could be comparable to the full-strength attack of the Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Even if his cultivation level reaches the perfection of concentration, he cannot withstand the full blown attack of the puppet.

"kill!"

A cold light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and he controlled the iron armored puppet to kill him, but he himself leaped away at an incredible speed, and a powerful spiritual pressure emanated from his body.

"What?!" The masked monk felt the great change in Yang Fan's aura.

When he saw Yang Fanxu's true heart skipped a beat: This guy is not a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, at least a cultivator in the late stage of concentration!

In the late stage of concentration!

"Run!" The masked monk was extremely shocked and turned around and wanted to escape.

If he had known that this son was a cultivator in the late stage of Concentration, he would never have been allowed to do anything to the instructions and temptations of the divine doctor Lu, and came to attack Yang Fan.

But at this moment, a strong wind blew.

The iron-armored puppet is not slower than his, it just lacks the means to fly in the air.

"Stay here!"

Yang Fan sneered, stretched out his hand and waved it. The mysterious black whip was like a poisonous snake, silently entangled his legs.

"ah!"

The masked monk screamed, his body numb and extremely stiff, and there was a strange poison that penetrated into his body along the black whip.

thump!

His body, which had just flew into the air, was pulled down by Yang Fan and fell to his back.

Buzz ~

A trace of light black light extended from the mysterious black whip, seeping into the body of the masked monk, numbing his whole body, losing all his resistance energy, and absorbing essence and blood.

The masked monk felt the rapid loss of essence and blood in his body, and he couldn't help but look desperate.

Yang Fan squatted down, took off his masked headscarf, and saw an old face that looked as if it was dead.

"What benefits did Doctor Lu give you? Let you kill me?"

Yang Fan said indifferently, looking at him in a scrutiny tone.

"Give me your life..." The masked monk was numb all over, his face looked desperate, and he was even extremely struggling to speak.

"Don't you say it?" Yang Fan's hand had a short sword with a flashing cold light, which was spread across his neck.

"I said..." The old man's face showed a hint of panic, "Build... Foundation Building Pill!"

"Basic Building Pill?" Yang Fan showed a hint of mocking on his face: "Does Doctor Lu think he can win the foundation-building Pill that will be auctioned? Even if he has one, how could he give you such a elixir?"

"No...no." The old man was almost exhausted, and his body was absorbed by the mysterious black whip.

Seeing this, Yang Fan controlled the mysterious black whip in his hand, so that it stopped swallowing essence and blood, and relaxed a little so that the old man could speak.

"It's not the foundation-building pill, it's the formula for the foundation-building pill! Moreover, the divine doctor Lu also has the most rare main medicine in the formula, "The Spirit-Crafting Grass." The old man said anxiously.

"Spiritual Transformation Grass?" Yang Fan's face showed a strange look. It was not unusual for the formula of the Foundation Establishment Pill. It was found in the Holy Healing Chapter, but the main medicine of Flower Spirit Grass is very rare.

It is said that in ancient times, the spiritual herbs were ordinary things. After growing for two hundred years, they could be cultivated into a main medicine in the foundation-building pill. However, with the development of hundreds of thousands or even millions of years, a large number of rare objects in the cultivation world were extinct and spiritual energy was gradually scarce. The ordinary thing of the flower spirit herbs became an extremely rare material.

"Did you confirm that there is really a 'flower spirit herb' in the hands of the divine doctor Lu?" Yang Fan asked lightly.

"It's true. He even took out this thing for me to see it with my own eyes." The old man nodded repeatedly.

"What is your relationship with Doctor Lu? Do you both belong to the 'Kyoto Yang Family'?" Yang Fan suddenly thought of something and changed his subject.

"Yes, we are all guest servants of the Yang family in Kyoto. I'm asking Doctor Yang to spare my life. I have more important information to reveal to you..."

The old man said in a trembling voice.

Yang Fan was about to speak, but he caught something in his senses. His face changed and he activated his magic power with all his strength. A dense dark aperture rippled on the black whip in his hand, wrapping the old man's entire body so that it was airtight.

During the breathing period, the old man died of energy, his essence and blood were exhausted, and he became a mummy.

Yang Fan squatted down and took the old man's storage bag and floated away.
Chapter completed!