Chapter 517 Freeze blood

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Among the hundreds of thousands of monks in the entire ancient Liang City, there are finally two people standing at the peak of the Northern Qin Dynasty, and they are aware of Yang Fan's soul root senses.

"Who is it!!"

In the underground secret room with heavy restrictions, the old man in white and the old man in green robe shouted lightly at the same time.

The old man in white clothes had a scheming expression, and there was a strange blood mole on his forehead, which was the ancestor of Blood Refining.

Another old Taoist in green robe, with white hair, but fairy-like and strong eyes.

Apart from the old man who refined the blood and Lingxiao Sword Immortal, this person's identity also called out, and he was the ancestor of the Sanqing Sect and the Sanqing Sanren.

In this small secret room, more than a dozen of the most powerful people from the high-level officials of the Beiqin were gathered.

Anyone on the field has at least the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

After sniffing, the ancestor of Blood Refining and Sanqing Sanren immediately expanded their spiritual sense to scan the surrounding areas.

However, the strange feeling before disappeared without a trace.

The two of them had extremely powerful spiritual senses, but they covered a radius of 180 miles, and they had not even let go of the underground, but they did not find any suspicious characters.

Even, they didn't find any clues.

In the secret room, the other high-level Nascent Souls all showed shock and confusion.

It is obvious that the two Nascent Soul monks were aware of being peeped at the same time, but they did not feel anything.

"Is it an illusion...but it's unlikely."

A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the Blood Refining Ancestor, and soon decisively denied it.

If it is an illusion, it is impossible for the two great monks to have illusions at the same time.

However, with their late-stage spiritual consciousness in the Nascent Soul stage, it is indeed shocking.

Could it be that the cultivation of the visitor is so powerful that he is suspicious that he can avoid the spiritual siege of the two great monks?

"Fellow Daoist Yu, go out and check to see if this 'Ancient Liang City' has been infiltrated by unknown people. It is best to strictly investigate the newly added monks in recent days."

The Blood Refining Ancestor said to a proud and upright figure next to him.

"Don't worry, fellow Blood Refining, let me do this matter. Since this person can see this underground secret room, he must be in Guliang City."

This is a young man wearing purple scale chain armor and a slightly arrogant look.

Even in front of the two great monks, his tone still seemed cold, his voice was sonorous and confident.

The other dozen Nascent Soul Powerful Men were somewhat afraid when their eyes fell on this person.

Swish!

The purple shadow flashed, and the young man surnamed Yu disappeared from the secret room, his figure was like a ghost.

The old man in Blood Refining looked at each other and nodded, feeling much more at ease, as if he was very optimistic about this person.

On the other side, Yang Fan's soul root senses were instantly retracted and merged with the earth.

When the soul root merges with the earth, the aura is completely hidden in the entire earth, regardless of each other.

Under this situation, even the three powerful monks at the level of cultivators did not realize the existence of Yang Fan's soul root after repeated investigations of their spiritual consciousness.

Yang Fan also secretly sweated in his heart.

Just now, his soul root traveled through the entire ancient Liang City, and his senses covered a radius of four or five hundred miles. His magical control made his self-confidence expand, so that the three great monks discovered it.

Furthermore, there were many prohibitions in the secret room. Yang Fan's soul root senses rashly spyed, causing the Blood Refining Ancestor and the Sanqing Sanren to have a sense.

However, Yang Fan did not give up.

This time, his soul root slowly approached the secret room, and his soul root senses were also carefully unfolding, in line with the surrounding environment.

It is not difficult for Yang Fan to control the nature of life and the earth.

With careful and deliberate concealment, Yang Fan's senses once again enveloped the entire underground secret room.

This time, neither the Blood Refining Ancestor nor the Sanqing Sanren responded.

However, the two are still a little unnatural.

Through his senses, Yang Fan checked the Lingxiao Sword Immortal sitting cross-legged in the center of the secret room, Feng Wujue.

Feng Wujue looked like a young man, but now he was covered in white hair and his complexion was extremely poor, just like Yang Fan who had lost his skills back then.

After understanding the situation, Yang Fan slowly retracted the soul root's senses and let the soul root return to his body.

Then, Yang Fan closed his eyes and rested.

The next day, Elder Feng Xi came over to see Yang Fan and said with a serious expression: "Fan'er, the three great monks still haven't come out, but one of them summoned you."

"who?"

Yang Fan faintly captured some tricky and worries from Elder Feng Xi's expression.

In private, Feng Xi, a luxurious and beautiful woman, called him "Fan'er", but Yang Fan felt very natural.

First, Elder Feng Xi is Deng Shiyao's master.

Secondly, the beautiful woman in front of me is probably one of the women of my father back then.

No matter from that perspective, Feng Xi is Yang Fan’s elder.

"Yulin." Feng Xi said two words lightly, with a few concerns in her eyes, and reminded her: "This person is not a trivial person, and he is not in good intentions. Fan'er should deal with it carefully."

Yulin?

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.

The existence of the Dark Blood Dynasty allowed them to master the great trend of the Northern Qin Dynasty, and he had certain knowledge of many famous Nascent Soul Powers.

Yulin, this name is well-known in the Northern Qin land.

Although he is just a casual cultivator, he has only been promoted to the advanced level of the Nascent Soul for a hundred years.

However, in the past forty or fifty years, Yulin has become famous and has defeated the top three of the original ten Nascent Soul Powerful Ones with his extremely strong strength, and has firmly ranked first among the top ten Nascent Soul Powerful Ones in the Northern Qin Dynasty.

In other words, besides the three great monks of Northern Qin, he has the highest strength and reputation.

There are rumors outside that Yulin once challenged the Sanqing Sanren, among the three great monks of the Northern Qin Dynasty, and no one witnessed the final victory or defeat.

However, after the war, Sanqing Sanren once praised: "This son's strength is extraordinary. One day in the future, he may become a new great monk in the Northern Qin Dynasty. In another hundred years, I may not be his opponent."

Since then, Yulin's reputation has reached its peak and has become an idol of many young talents in the Northern Qin Dynasty's immortal cultivation world.

It took only two hundred years for Yulin to achieve such a success and his cultivation approached the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

It is rare for such achievements to be achieved in two hundred years in the Northern Qin Dynasty in the past thousand years.

"He means... let me see him?"

There was a sneer in Yang Fan's eyes.

Summon?

A mid-stage Nascent Soul monk actually wanted to treat him with such an arrogant attitude.

Yang Fan participated in the war during this trip, and he might not even listen to the orders of the three great monks, let alone the summoning of a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk?

"Fan'er, Yu Lin is now in the hands of the 'Ancient Liangcheng'. Behind the three great monks, he deserves the greatest power."

Feng Xi sighed bitterly, trying to persuade Yang Fan not to act irritably.

Yang Fan shook his head and smiled at her: "Has Elder Feng forgotten what I said? Although I promised to participate in the battle against the barbarian monks, I will not obey the order."

Now, a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk dared to order him with a condescending attitude.

Yang Fan was decisive and did not accept the other party's summons.

At this moment, Hu Fei opened his sleepy eyes and happened to hear the conversation between the two.

"Hmph, if you want to talk, you also want that Yulin to come here in person to ask for Boss Yang."

Hu Fei jumped up, glared at his eyes, and said arrogantly.

"Okay, I'll go and persuade Fellow Daoist."

Feng Xi smiled bitterly and left the room.

She knew the terror of Yang Fan and Hu Fei.

Feng Xi left, but after a while, she did not come back.

"Boss Yang, if he dares to come, see how I teach him a lesson."

Hu Fei nipped his hands and his eyes were very excited.

That Yulin sounds very powerful. It would be great if he could come over and "scratch" together.

Yang Fan smiled, and with a thought moved, a fairy wearing palace clothes, beautiful face, dignified and unconventional temperament appeared beside him.

"The master is finally willing to let me come out and have some breath."
To be continued...