Chapter 280 Who threatens who?

"Please forgive me, senior, I came here without intention."

Yang Fan smiled bitterly, clasped his fists at the old man with white bearded golden elixir, and his face remained basically calm.

Although the white-bearded old man in front of him was a high-level monk, he was severely injured and his vitality was severely damaged. He probably couldn't exert half of his strength. Even if he was strong, he still had the strength to fight.

Swish!

The monks of the Xianlai Sect swept over with hostile eyes.

"What I know about the secret is the sanctuary of my 'Xian Lai Sect'. How did you sneak in?"

The old man with white bearded golden elixir flashed in his eyes, and his powerful pressure locked in Yang Fan.

Yang Fan couldn't help but suffocate. He felt depressed about this, but it was difficult to explain it.

Could it be that he told these people that he was teleported from the Jiuyou Secret Realm?

"Hmph, this person's origin is unknown. Most of them were traitors from the seven major sects of Jin State to my "Luoshan State".

The middle-aged monk in black next to the old man with white bearded golden elixir said coldly.

This person is the personal disciple of the old man with white beard. He looks about 40 or 50 years old. His cultivation is the same as that of Yang Fan, and he also looks like he is in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

"Master, let's take him down!"

A sharp light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and a silver rope was drawn out in his hand. With a "huh", it turned into a silver light and shadow, wrapping towards Yang Fan.

At the same time, there were two cultivators from the mid-stage foundation-building stage beside him, and they suddenly rushed towards Yang Fan.

The old man with white bearded golden elixir sat cross-legged, and his eyes were usually not visible, and he obviously agreed. But he did not take action either.

"This is what you asked for..."

Yang Fan sighed and stood there without moving at all.

To be honest, for Yang Fan at this moment, he is no longer invincible during the Foundation Establishment Period.

Unless it is the level of the three major rookies, it can cause some trouble and threats to him.

After experiencing the Nine Netherworld Secret Realm, Yang Fan's strength has improved more than a little.

Seeing Yang Fan's calm look, the old man with white bearded golden elixir flashed in his eyes.

If it were a normal foundation-building cultivator, could he still remain so calm in this situation?

Bang!

Yang Fan slapped out with a light palm, and a green air flow surged out, turning into a vivid green snake. It circled underneath and immediately entangled with the silver rope in the middle-aged black.

Bang!

A huge force surged from the green snake transformed into a transformation of spiritual energy, and suddenly swept the silver rope in the middle-aged man in black.

Twist ~

The middle-aged man in black who was also in the late stage of foundation building, his body retreated rapidly, his mouth was numb, and the silver rope in his hand almost came out.

"How is this possible?!"

The middle-aged man in black in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Period looked suspicious and horrified. He couldn't believe that he was using a medium-grade spiritual weapon and was actually repelled by the other party at will.

"Real energy transforms..."

The old man with white bearded golden elixir blurted out, and his face showed a look of shock for the first time.

The transformation of spiritual energy is a means of using spiritual energy that only high-level monks can master. Even if he is a veteran high-level Jindan, he has not understood it.

At this moment, a young man with no name has such superb means, which makes people think deeply.

"stop!"

The old man from the White-bearded Golden Pill shouted lightly and stopped these people from continuing to take action.

However, the attacks of the other two Foundation Establishment Cultivators have been launched, a medium-grade spiritual weapon and a third-level spell bombarded Yang Fan almost at the same time.

Buzz ~

The green fog around Yang Fan flickered, forming a "green grass armor" woven from green silk thread.

Bang!

The attacks of two Foundation Establishment monks fell on this "green grass armor", causing green ripples and disappeared.

From beginning to end, Yang Fan did not move in an instant, but calmly dealt with the attacks of three Foundation Establishment cultivators.

In his eyes, in this huge pit, except for the old man with white-bearded golden elixir who could not move, the other monks could not pose a substantial threat to him.

All the monks of the Xianlai Sect on the field showed horror and were shocked by the strength of the mysterious man in front of him.

"You are really not simple. With your cultivation level in the Foundation Establishment Stage, you have realized the ability of 'spiritual transformation'."

The old man with white bearded golden elixir said in admiration, and waved his hand gently, causing the middle-aged man in black to retreat aside.

"Senior praise." Yang Fan smiled slightly. If he did not show his strength, how could he gain the right to speak?

"I, Linghu Song, the founder of Xianlai Sect, dare you ask your honorable name, who comes from what sect?"

The old man with white beard said with a bright look.

"Yang Fan, from Yuyang Country, is a pharmacist."

Yang Fan’s way of being neither humble nor arrogant.

"Yuyang Country? Pharmacist?" The old man with white beard frowned: "How could you, a pharmacist in Yuyang Country, come to the 'Luoshan Country'? Even the underground shelter of my 'Xianlai Sect' appear?"

"This, Yang really has a hidden secret... but I can guarantee that this is the first time I have come to 'Luoshan Kingdom'."

Yang Fan explained that he was really hard to say about the matter about the Nine Netherworld Secret Realm.

"Your identity is really suspicious, and it appears here strangely. I can't believe you."

The momentum on Linghu Song suddenly condensed, and a feeling of depression came from the air. Yang Fan felt a huge rock invisibly pressing on his head.

"What do you want to do with Senior Linghu?" Yang Fan's expression changed slightly.

"Now my 'Xian Lai Sect' is being killed by a team of monks under the name of the 'Blood Refining Sect' camp. We finally hide here. Your existence is an unstable factor. If they are attracted, my entire 'Xian Lai Sect' will perish..."

Linghu Song said with a sharp look on his face: "So, I will give you two choices."

"What choice?" Yang Fan said with a calm expression. He could understand the other party's thoughts. If it were him, he would probably be no exception.

"The first choice is to surrender. After this crisis, we will let you go."

"The second choice is that if you swear to resist to the death, there is only one way to die."

Linghu Song said lightly: "I believe you are a smart person."

"Grandpa...this is a bit bad."

The pretty faced girl next to her said in a little unbearable way.

"Xi'er, you are not very familiar with the world, how can you understand the sinisterness of people's hearts?" said the middle-aged man in black next to him.

Yang Fan pondered for a moment, stared at Linghu Song, and slowly said, "Senior Linghu really thinks, you are sure to eat Yang?"

Hearing this, all the monks on the field were stunned, even Linghu Song was no exception.

Could it be that the man in front of him was arrogant and believed that there was room for resistance in front of more than a dozen cultivators in the Concentration Stage, four or five cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and one of the high-level Jindan levels.

"Hahaha..." Linghu Song laughed silently and said with a little sarcastic expression: "You are good at building foundations, but there is no possibility of winning in front of me."

"Yang never thought of winning in front of his seniors. Although before that, he had lucky enough to kill a cultivator who had just entered the high level of Jindan." Yang Fan's tone paused slightly, and then a cold light flashed in his eyes: "But Yang is absolutely sure that he will kill all the other cultivators in this shelter in front of his seniors."

At the end, Yang Fan's murderous aura instantly filled the entire underground pit, and the monks felt cold in their hearts and their bodies were stiff for a moment.

As soon as the words fell, there was a silence in the shelter, and you could even hear everyone's breathing and heartbeat.

The man in front of me was so loud!

However, although the monks felt that he was terrible, they did not believe that Yang Fan really had such ability to slaughter all monks in front of the advanced level of the Golden Pill.

They even more do not believe that Yang Fan had killed an existence at the higher level of Jindan.

"Are you threatening me?" Linghu Song laughed instead of anger, staring at Yang Fan with a playful look: "Even if you have really killed high-level people? I have been promoted to the Golden Pill for more than two hundred years, how can a little boy who has just entered the Golden Pill level be compared with?"

"Haha, are you not threatening me to make a choice just now?" Yang Fan said with a smile: "As a pharmacist, you can see that the senior is seriously injured and has a great loss of energy. I am afraid that he can't even exert his five-point strength..."

Although he spoke freely on the surface, he was also nervous. After all, the other party was an old-fashioned high-level Jindan. Even if he could only exert 50% of his strength, he was not comparable to Zhuo Jing's high-level high-level who had just entered the Jindan and had no time to consolidate.

However, Yang Fan thought he had trump cards such as Xiangyun boots and high-level puppets. Even if he was not sure of winning, he was still more confident in saving his life.

"Then try..." Linghu Song showed a sarcastic look on his face: "If you can hurt the rest of the people in front of me, I, Linghu Song, will compromise with me."

"Okay!" Yang Fan nodded and said confidently: "Do you take this seriously?"

"Hahaha... I, Linghu Song, is the ancestor of a sect, how could I deceive you as a junior?"

Linghu Song's eyes were even more smiling.

In front of the real high-level Golden Elixir, ordinary foundation building has no chance to fight back, so how can you talk about hurting others?

What's more, this is when Linghu Song is prepared.
To be continued...