"Then the younger generation is about to start..." Yang Fan began to look at the monks on the field leisurely.

Anyone who was swept by his eyes had the illusion of being completely seen through and his back felt cold.

Soon, Yang Fan's gaze froze in front of the delicate and delicate girl next to Linghu Song, who seemed to be named Xier.

When Yang Fan looked at Xi'er, the other party also looked at him curiously.

"Old ancestor, I will attack her."

Yang Fan pointed at her and said with a warm face.

Linghu Song was slightly stunned, and the other monks were also shocked. They did not expect that Yang Fan would report the target he wanted to attack.

You know, Xi'er was standing next to Linghu Song, just under the eyes of the high-level Jindan.

In this case, can Yang Fan still hurt her?

"ah!"

When Xi'er heard this, she couldn't help but scream, and the snow-white and delicate face seemed to be a little scared.

"Don't worry." Linghu Song was sure to win, looking at Yang Fan with a smile, and even a little curious to see what tricks he could use.

"Then I'll do it..."

Several feet apart, Yang Fan slowly raised his left hand.

At this moment, the rest of them held their breath.

However, his hand stretched out did not have any magical fluctuations, and even his mental fluctuations.

It seems that it is just simply raising its hand.

“Ah~”

But the next moment, Xi'er screamed in surprise, her pretty face was rosy and her body kept struggling.

Invisibly, it seemed as if there were a pair of hands clasping her elegant and slender neck.

"What?" Linghu Song's face changed drastically.

How is this possible?

"Ah--" Xi'er struggled and moaned in pain, and was about to die.
Chapter completed!