: Cut off the Immortal Fate

"The barbarians of the Western Mountain?" Yang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, waved his hand, and a scroll of paper covered with complex blood-colored textures appeared on his hand, with a faint wave rippling on it.

This is the soul blood contract signed by Yang Fan when he commanded the Thirteen Kingdoms and entered the barbarians of the Western Mountains, forcing all the high-level barbarians of the Peacock Saint at that time!!!

Originally, Yang Fan thought that after signing this blood contract, it would take at least a thousand years for the nine barbarian tribes to fully recover their vitality.

In other words, the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty can at least maintain a thousand years of peace.

Now, only more than three hundred years have passed, the barbarian has recovered his vitality?

Yang Fan felt incredible.

He Luo smiled and said, "This soul blood contract can only restrain the high-level powerhouses in the Peacock Temple back then. They must not step into the Thirteen Kingdoms, otherwise they will be subject to soul blood explosion. However, since that battle, these high-level barbarians have carefully cultivated rookie juniors. In three hundred years, they have trained many high-level powerhouses. Especially a hundred years ago, after the seniors from the Western Mountain Barbarians returned, the strength of the nine barbarians suddenly increased."

After hearing this, Yang Fan thought for a moment and nodded: "Even if there is a top monk in the Western Mountains, the Thirteen Kingdoms will not have any power to resist."

The deterrent power of top-level powerhouses is useless even if there are thousands of people who turn into gods.

What's more, the peak powerhouse of Bei Qin is just a cultivator of the Nascent Soul.

As for the powerful people in the God Transformation Stage, only the poisonous scorpion is in charge in the Immortal City of Yuyang Kingdom.

"My main purpose of returning to Beiqin this time is to revive my father. As for this matter, if you have time, you can solve it."

Yang Fan nodded and said lightly.

After saying goodbye to Heluo, Yang Fan took one step forward.

With a "swish", the ground shrank into an inch, and a thousand miles in an instant.

However, Yang Fan's step was very small, only a few hundred miles away.

The place of foothold is a prosperous and beautiful way of trading on the water. There are so many monks coming and going.

Of course, Yang Fan will not forget that this is the "Xiuyu Pavilion" Xiuxian Ceremony Market.

Here, he had the first time having a secret meeting with Yun Yuxi, and the past scenes seemed to still appear.

Yang Fan landed in the center of Xiuyu Pavilion, and there were endless magic weapon escape lights coming and going in the sky. Sometimes high-level people passing by in the sky were seen, with great momentum, which aroused the nearby monks looking up at awe.

When I expanded my senses, the entire Xiuyu Pavilion was so strange that there was no one who really looked at each other.

After more than three hundred years, even ordinary immortals should have turned into loess.

The reason I came here is because of a familiar atmosphere.

Yang Fan followed this faint breath and walked to a large attic trading site.

The familiar aura was interrupted here.

This attic is majestic and majestic, with the handwriting on the plaque being vigorous and powerful: Tianxing Pavilion.

Tianxing Pavilion.

Yang Fan chuckled a little lightly at the corner of his mouth, and it was true.

There is a connection between him and the Tianxingzhou brothers, but I don’t know if this immortal relationship can continue to last.

While walking, Yang Fan naturally revealed a kind of magnificence originating from nature, just like the scorching sun in the sky, exuding infinite charm.

When he walked into the attic, he naturally attracted the attention of countless monks, especially those female cultivators. They were lost in their minds for a moment, and their bright eyes were rippling. After a long time, they came over and their cheeks were red.

Yang Fan walked into the attic.

Because what is pulling him is that familiar aura.

But when we reached an entrance, two law enforcement monks blocked him and said coldly: "This is the important place of the 'Tianxing Chamber of Commerce', and outsiders are not allowed to enter."

"Yang just wants to look back at the old place, please be more comfortable with me, two of you."

Yang Fan said with a smile.

"Yes, sir." Strangely, these two law enforcement monks in the Concentration Period immediately showed a respectful look, respectful like a god, and bowed Yang Fan in.

Yang Fan naturally entered the interior of the pavilion.

"Stop." A young man in a gorgeous brocade robe shouted coldly.

This person looks like he is between the age of twenty or thirty, and his cultivation level in the later stage of concentration is quite good.

"Huang Tian, ​​wait! This person is extremely similar to the person left by his grandmother..."

A gentle and beautiful woman's voice came from another corner.

The visitor was a noble and unrestrained girl wearing a goose yellow dress, with bright eyes as water and skin as snow.

The woman stared at Yang Fan, and was suddenly intimidated by his mysterious and natural magnificent beauty. She was stunned and as stupid as a wooden chicken.

"Tian Man!!"

Huang Tian was shocked and shouted loudly to make the girl sober.

Tian Man woke up and her pretty face turned red as blood. She secretly hated that she had always been dignified and reserved, so why did she lose her composure?

She thought she had good concentration and had seen many handsome men, but she had never been like this, and even her mind was intimidated by the other party.

"The shameless boy actually casts this kind of dirty spell."

Huang Tian looked jealous and angry, so he was about to take action.

"Huang Tian, ​​stop—"

Tian Manjiao shouted and stopped her partner.

Yang Fan walked leisurely in the courtyard and walked to the inside of the pavilion, in front of a black stone tablet.

This black is stuck in the soil several feet, engraved with two ancient seal scripts with infinite meanings: Xianhong.

"It's true here..." Yang Fan sighed softly and asked, "What's the relationship between you and Huang Yu and Li Yueshuang?"

As soon as the words came out, the two were stunned and Huang Tian calmed down.

Because of these two names, they are very familiar with each other, and are also very distant.

"Little woman Tian Man, Li Yueshuang is my grandmother."

Tian Man stared at Yang Fan and looked at him more and more familiar.

"Huang Yu is my grandfather." Huang Tian said with his eyes flashing: "Your Excellency is better not to come here to cheat."

"Are they still alive?"

Yang Fan's seemingly careless words.

"Living?" Tian Man was shocked when he heard this: "They had passed away a hundred or two hundred years ago. How could they ask the Taoist's name, and what does it have to do with the great master Yang Fan, who was once invincible in Northern Qin?"

Because she discovered that the portrait of Yang Fan and the man left in the ancestral tomb was so similar.

The appearance is almost 90% image, and the only difference is temperament.

"Things are different, and old friends have passed away!"

Yang Fan sighed deeply, just quietly looking at the stone tablet with the words "Xianhong" engraved on it, showing the traces of hundreds of years.

"I dare to ask you for your honorable name."

Tian Man was even more shocked. Judging from the situation, the other party was a contemporary of his grandmother.

"Yang Fan." Yang Fan said in a dull way.

Yang Fan?

The entire cabinet courtyard fell into a dead silence.

Tian Man and Huang Tian were shocked.

"Are you the Grandmaster Yang, who is famous in Northern Qin?"

Tian Man immediately bowed and saluted, and Huang Tian ran away even more like flying.

Soon, the sound of breaking through the air came from outside.

Swallows!

Three rays of lights, one in front and two in the back, fell into this inner courtyard.

Three people came, a middle-aged Confucian scholar, and his cultivation level reached the Golden Elixir stage.

Then the two, an old man in his seventies, and a woman in yellow.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar is obviously the helm of the Pavilion today. His eyes were like torches, staring at Yang Fan standing with his hands behind his back, and he could not see through this person's cultivation level.

All three were shocked by the gorgeous and magnificent aura emitted by Yang Fan.

The higher the cultivation level, the more you can sense the aura on Yang Fan's body.

Explain the beauty of nature in a true way.

The three men immediately bowed and bowed.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar turned out to be the son of Li Yueshuang, named Tian Zhi.

The hunchbacked old man turned out to be the personal disciple of Boss Yuan.
To be continued...