The Supreme Being Forgetful Love

"Shiyao!"

Yang Fan's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed, and in desperation, he hugged her.

The reason why he hesitated just now was that he didn't want to meet was because he was worried that the other party would be sad.

But Yang Fan still didn't expect that this incident would have a great blow to Deng Shiyao. After learning the truth, Deng Shiyao was heartbroken and fainted.

"No, Junior Sister Deng!"

The young man in blue shouted, and the monks of the Confucian sect reacted and rushed over.

"Let go of Junior Sister Deng, what did you do to her!"

The young man in blue roared, and a righteous spirit surged from his body and pressed towards Yang Fan.

Swish!

The old man with Confucian robe had already been promoted to the late stage of the Jindan stage. His figure flashed and flashed in an instant to Yang Fan, and said with a burning look: "Let go of Junior Sister Deng, otherwise, even if I violate the laws and regulations of Tianru Island, I will attack you."

At the same time, a more pure and majestic aura came from the old man in Confucian robe, bringing considerable pressure to Yang Fan.

Swallowing!

The other three Jindan Confucian monks flew over one after another and surrounded Yang Fan.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt her."

Yang Fan sighed softly. He was surrounded by these four golden elixirs, but he had a little shame and pain on his face.

At the same time, he raised one hand, put it on Deng Shiyao's forehead, and gently tapped it twice.

"I……"

Deng Shiyao woke up. When she saw Yang Fan at first sight, she immediately broke away from his arm, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she shook her jade pendant.

Yang Fan wanted to help her, but was pushed away by Deng Shiyao. She just stared at Yang Fan with cold eyes, and the tears in her eyes instantly evaporated: "Go away, don't come to see me again... Don't even think about going back to Beiqin. If we meet next time, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless."

Her voice became colder, and finally the word "ruthless" became colder into the bones.

call out--

Deng Shiyao turned around resolutely, with a cold look in the phoenix eyes, and a white glow on his feet, flying into the sky in the blink of an eye.

"Junior Sister Deng!" The young man in blue exclaimed and immediately chased after him.

"Lan Yu, please keep an eye on Junior Sister Deng, don't let her do stupid things."

The old man in Confucian robe conveyed a message to the young man in blue.

Immediately, his eyes were like swords, staring at Yang Fan coldly: "Since you have no intention of her, let's take it aside from now on. Don't come to the Sanxian Sect to find Junior Sister Deng in the future."

"Three Sages?" Yang Fan was slightly surprised. He heard Xu Li talk about the overall situation of Tianqin's inner sea a few days ago. These Sanxian Sects are the second only to the Saint Confucian Sect among the Confucian Sects. They are also considered first-class sects in the Inner Sea of ​​Tianqin.

"Okay, I'm relieved to join the 'Sanxian Sect'."

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

After saying that, he was about to leave.

"Wait." The beautiful female cultivator next to the old man in Confucian robe called out Yang Fan.

"What do you think of a girl?" Yang Fan asked.

"I just saw you and Shi Yao talking privately, I took out a jade flute..." Xiuya's female cultivator looked like she wanted to stop talking.

"You mean, the Seven-scent Jade Soul Flute?" Yang Fan admired the vision of this Confucian female cultivator.

"It's really the Seven-Scented Jade Soul Flute!" The female Confucian cultivator was surprised and asked in confusion: "Why is this Confucian musical instrument treasure in the hands of you, a man? I thought you wanted to give it to Shiyao."

"No, this is a gift from a confidante Yang." Yang Fan was frank.

The female Confucian cultivator suddenly realized that the hostility in her eyes was a little less: "So that's it. No woman who likes music theory can resist the charm of the Seven-Scented Jade Soul Flute, and its owner is a strange woman in the world. The woman gave you this thing, which shows her friendship and intention..."

Yang Fan nodded: "It's good that you understand. I hope I can enlighten Shi Yao after I go back."

"Oh..." The female Confucian cultivator sighed: "Who does not know the legend about the Seven-scent Jade Soul Flute? How could Junior Sister Deng have no reason to know? It is precisely because of this that she knows that her hope is small and she is heartbroken."

Yang Fan chatted with the female Confucian scholar, then said goodbye and left.

Looking at Yang Fan's departure back, the female Confucian cultivator sighed: "What a pity... the seven-scent jade soul flute fell into the hands of a man outside the Confucian sect."

The old man with Confucian robe had a divine light flashing in his eyes: "The seven-scent jade soul flute is a sacred object of Confucianism and Taoism, and how can outsiders be involved? This physics should belong to Confucianism and Taoism. After returning, we should report to the elders of the sect."

"It's just Shi Yao..." The female cultivator of Confucianism was a little hesitant.

"Junior Sister Deng is a genius that I have never seen in the Sanxian Sect for hundreds of years. She is the only strange woman who can compete with Nangong Yixue. The elder of the sect held great hope for her. It is not a good thing for her that boy was so heartless just now?"

"How do you say this?" The female Confucian cultivator was puzzled.

The old man in Confucian robe lowered his voice and said, "This is a secret. Junior Sister Deng is a rare 'clear jade body'. He can practice the supreme secret script 'Taishang Forget Love' that has been passed down from ancient times by the Three Sages! If you want to practice this supreme secret script, you not only need a special physique and superhuman talent, but also a fair and selfless heart. You must be ruthless and forgot about love..."

"Ah! This is too cruel to Junior Sister Deng..."

After learning this truth, the female Confucian cultivator was dissatisfied.

Yang Fan entered the dilapidated thatched hut with some loss and pain, flashed his body and returned to the "Purple Heaven Palace".

"You are back. I'm going to go to the second and third floors to see."

Guan Song said with a smile.

"Second and third floor?" Yang Fan was slightly stunned. After coming here for the past few days, he just stayed on the first floor and did not go to other places.

"Yes, Zitian Palace is divided into three layers. The first layer mainly deals with spiritual elixirs and jade slips. The second layer is aimed at various materials, and the third layer is specially traded for magic weapons and other props." Guan Song explained.

"So that's it." Yang Fan let out a sigh of relief. No wonder he had never met Deng Shiyao and others before this.

"Senior, the materials I need have been basically raised. I want to go shopping everywhere by myself to see if there is anything I need."

Yang Fan and Guan Song were separated temporarily and began to wander around the Zitian Palace.

After a while, he came to the second floor and saw all kinds of strange materials here.

Some of the materials here are almost invisible when placed in the Northern Qin land.

When Yang Fan saw that he was moved, he would buy some materials, including alchemy and weapon refining.

Then, he took a fancy to two precious materials for top-level magic weapons of refiners and bought them at some cost.

Time passed little by little, and Yang Fan stayed in Zitian Palace for a total of four or five days. He bought some of the materials he needed, including poisons and materials for refining poisons.

At this time, Yang Fan had already begun to want to leave.

"If you wait for another day, I will have something that I haven't traded out. After that, I will take you to several other places in Tianru Island to see the rising horizons."

Yang Fan had no choice but to nod. He has also strengthened several people in the Zitian Palace these days, most of whom were powerful Jindans.

There are also high-level Nascent Soul. Yang Fan also met the old man who had traded the longevity pill from him before.

This old man named Gu, who lived for more than 900 years. His cultivation level is approaching the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and he should be comparable to the great elder of the Ye surname in Tianleyuan.

When mentioning that he was the elder of Tianleyuan, the old man with white hair surnamed Gu said in surprise: "Fellow Daoist Ye and I are old acquaintances and have some friendship."

They are all old Nascent Soul monsters who have lived for thousands of years, and it is normal to be familiar with each other.

The old man with white hair surnamed Gu sighed: "Fellow Daoist Ye is nearly a hundred years older than me. He should have lived for about a thousand years. A thousand-year life span is almost the limit of a monk in the early stage of the Nascent Soul."

"Thousand years is the limit?" Yang Fan was a little puzzled.

"The Nascent Soul cultivator has a lifespan of about 1,000 to 1,500 years. One thousand years is for early cultivators. Of course, if it were some monks who practice wood-type martial arts, their lifespan would be about one or two hundred years longer than the same level. If there are hidden diseases on their bodies during the thousand years, it would be a different matter." The old man with white hair in the ancient surname explained.

"So that's it." Yang Fan also understood that the life span has turned countless monks into loess, and there are even more people with great supernatural powers.

If you have enough life span, even if your talent is not against the will of heaven, any cultivator will have the hope of stabilizing the Golden Pill Yuanying, or even a higher level...

Yang Fan couldn't help but feel glad that when he first started practicing the Immortal Hong Jue, his life span was twice that of the average level.

However, since entering the seed accumulation period and planting the green life species in the body, it has a strong physique and is comparable to a monster.

As for how much life span is... Yang Fan probably estimated that he was at least several times or even ten times that of a cultivator of the same level.

Perhaps, his life span can be compared with that of monsters.

Based on the life span of about five hundred years in the Jindan period, Yang Fan has a life span of at least thousands of years.

If other monks knew about this, they would probably be envious.

Since entering the seed accumulation period, Yang Fan has broken through the limits of ordinary human cultivators.

"Although I have a lot of life, I must speed up my time to practice. Otherwise, when I return to Beiqin, my relatives, friends, teachers, and disciples are all dead, what's the point?" Yang Fan sighed inwardly.

"I want to strive to refine a medium-grade longevity pill that can last for at least a hundred years. After returning to Northern Qin, I will give it to my relatives and friends."

Yang Fan thought again.

By practicing the Immortal Hong Art, Yang Fan masters the nature of life and consecrates the world-clearing flames, which can deprive the life of the creatures of life and make all existences wither or purify.

When he was in Jiuyou Square, the consecration of the Jingshiyan suddenly deprived Chu Yunhan of his 20th year of life.

"Now I have been practicing to a higher level, and my strength is many times stronger than before. I don't know how powerful this 'consecrated pure world flame' has."

Yang Fan couldn't help but look forward to it, but this kind of killer trump card will not be easily used.

If he encounters a strong man whose life span is about to reach his limit in the future, he cannot defeat him, but he can use this to deter him.

Just when Yang Fan was wandering around the "Purple Heaven Palace" and met several high-level fellow Taoists.

Suddenly, he felt a strange chill and a cold war broke out in his heart.

Yang Fan's senses are powerful, and he is only one step away from integrating into the world. Any thoughts that are hostile and malicious towards him cannot escape his keen senses as long as they are nearby.

"This is……"

Yang Fan immediately unfolded his omniscient senses.

Soon, he found the source of the chill.

In a corner of the Zitian Palace, a thin old man with a gutter nose was sitting in a corner, and his eyes looked coldly from Yang Fan.

"Master Yinshu!"
Chapter completed!