"The three-year agreement, the Questioning Conference, finally came to an end."

Yang Fan's mood was extremely complicated.

After the matter was resolved, he would immediately leave Yuyang Kingdom and go to a foreign land. Even Yang Fan himself could not predict when he would come back.

"Brother..."

The younger brother Yang Lei looked at him, his face full of excitement, excitement, worship and other expressions. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to his childhood and admired his elder brother very much.

Yang Fan stood on the rooftop and did not leave immediately. His eyes swept across the audience. Every time he met someone he knew, he would freeze:

The hunchbacked poison king in a remote corner smiled at him.

No one could see his expression clearly in the "Hidden Heaven King" hiding in the void.

Li Hongfei, Chu Yunhan, the ancestor of the Yang family, the ancestor of the Chu family, Chu Yuyan, Yang Hong, Yang Gang, Yang Guang, Yang Man, Lin Zhong, younger brother Yang Lei, Fatty Li...

People whom they met, whether they were enemies or friends, all passed by Yang Fan's eyes, leaving corresponding memories.

Swish!

On the house in the distance, a man in white dressed in snow and carrying a sword appeared, with a smile on his ordinary face.

On the big tree next to Wushuang was squatting, a young man with an ugly face was grinning at Yang Fan and laughing.

For some reason, when Yang Fan glanced at the audience, everyone remained silent, as if they were infected by a unique atmosphere.

At this moment, Yang Fan's figure seemed a little lonely and thin, and that unique emotional fluctuation expanded under the unique artistic conception of Xianhong Jue.

Yang Lei felt like he wanted to cry, and Hu Fei, who was grinning, was also stunned.

A strange light flashed in Wushuang's eyes.

The Hunchbacked Poison King is thinking.

Most of the rest of the people didn't understand the inside story, but felt the unique emotional fluctuations, with a little reluctance and helplessness.

After a while, Yang Fan let out a long sigh and prepared to leave the Wentiantai.

"stop!"

A cold voice came.

Chu Yunhan, who was surrounded by demonic energy, carried the rolling Nine Nether Demonic energy, and shot at Yang Fan like a cannonball.

Chu Yunhan!

A sharp light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, standing still, motionless, but he made up his mind to teach this lesson well.

"Yang Fan, maybe you can call you 'Shi Qianhan'. Li looked for you today for a fight for fate."

Chu Yunhan looked directly at Yang Fan with his eyes as if he were infinity abyss, with a cold and ruthless voice, with a feeling of being killed and born.

"Why do you still have to fight me even though you know you will lose?"

Yang Fan did not immediately deny the identity of "Shi Qianhan" and asked lightly.

Both of them have "one ghost demon flame", and Yang Fan is not extravagant to hide it from each other.

puff!

Suddenly, a crescent mark appeared between Chu Yunhan's eyebrows, and a dark demon flame surged in his hand. At the heart of the flame, a glimmer of light, light and dark, as if his heartbeat.

Bang bang!

Bang bang! Bang bang!

"Netheric Demon Flame!"

The monks on the field exclaimed.

This flame is the supreme devil of Yuyang Kingdom and the three old demons who are famous.

"Because... I have no way out!"

A trace of helplessness flashed in Chu Yunhan's eyes, and was immediately replaced by a kind of ruthlessness and sinisterness.

"Come on, sacrifice your 'A Demon Flame' and let us get a good point."

The dark demon flame in Chu Yunhan's hand turned into a faint light like a black dragon of death, and devoured Yang Fan.

At this moment, Yang Fan felt that the Nine Nether Demonic Aura in his body was faintly uncontrollable, especially the Nether Demonic Flame, as if it was summoned in the dark.

Boom!

Yang Fan's body was filled with demonic energy, and the supreme demonic power suddenly overturned several miles. All the low-level creatures in the area were trembling with fear.

This is the power of a high-level magic!

A crescent mark appeared between his forehead, and the "demonic flame" in his hand emitted a breathtaking "heartbeat".

Bang~~

A demonic flame suddenly trembled and turned into a deep and bottomless demon abyss, absorbing all light, and the surroundings were dim.

Wow!

The monks on the field were shocked and fled in all directions.

At this Yangjiabao Tianwen Conference, two groups of "A Ghost Demon Flames" that made the immortal world terrified!
Chapter completed!