After contacting relatives and friends in Tianlan Immortal Palace, Yang Fan returned to the Black Crystal Sea.

Yang Fan slowly stood up and prepared to come out of seclusion.

"Now... I have the opportunity to untie the fourth seal, but I would rather go to 'Pengshan Island' and teach them a lesson. It is best to kill one person first."

When Yang Fan walked out of the cave, he was already an old man in his sixties. He was thin, wrinkled on his face, his eyes were turbid and dull, and his steps were a little staggering.

At first glance, it seemed like a gust of wind could blow him down.

Yang Fan sighed and took out an ebony crutch.

When he walked out of the cave, several sects on the island were fighting in internal battles, and the sky was colliding with magic, magnificent and gorgeous.

Yang Fan ignored these things. He wanted to go to Pengshan Island to meet two acquaintances.

Boom bang bang bang bang...

The aftermath of the magic hit Yang Fan, but it slowed down strangely, withering like flowers, and then dissipated like fireworks.

Yang Fan seemed to be standing on the same level of space with these people. The battle between thousands of monks in the sky was a cloud of clouds for him.

"Who is this?"

The top monks who fought in the sky soon noticed this scene and were extremely shocked.

Yang Fan just crossed the battlefield as if no one was around.

"Where did you come from the old man come from?!"

A cold snorted sound came, and a red-eyed fusion cultivator rushed over with a punch.

Yang Fan was staggering and unable to dodge. How could he, who was so weak, fight against the young man in his prime?

Hiss~~~

A thunderous palm hit Yang Fan's face, but made a strange sound.

The power of a palm withered and withered.

And the monk in the fusion stage screamed inexplicably: "Ah...my magic power...my body..."

Only see.

He had black hair, turned gray and wrinkled.

He has strong muscles, withered and shriveled, and has a huge body of magic power, which has degenerated to the level of the foundation-building stage.

A top-level monk in fusion became a white-haired low-level monk in a blink of an eye.

From middle age to old age.

Mana power goes from top to low.

Yang Fanli ignored him, and every time he took a step, he was extremely slow and seemed to be staggering.

However, he can travel thousands of miles in one step.

When the entire battlefield was discovered, the situation suddenly became silent.

The leaders of the two forces are both powerful people in the late stage of the fusion, and they took a breath of air conditioning at this moment.

Looking at each other, all of them were filled with horror.

"Who is this person in the hidden world? His strength is so terrifying!"

"I have never seen such magical powers before, and I have never seen him take action. The person who attacks him will grow old and his magic power will be exhausted. This is too terrible..."

The leaders of both sides disappeared, and the battle was truce that day.

Yang Fan didn't care about this, his old figure had disappeared from the island.

Then, he walked step by step towards Pengshan Island.

Along the way, no one recognized Yang Fan's identity.

Occasionally, I encountered several pirate monks in the sea and tried to defeat the strong with the weak, so the ending was naturally very miserable.

Finally, on this day.

A gray-haired man in his seventies came to Pengshan Island with a trembling cane.

(The second update is coming...August is about to end. If you have ***, don’t waste it.
Chapter completed!