"Who are you?" The Yin-Yang Holy Son looked embarrassed and gloomy. This was the tragedy of the Yin-Yang Sect. He hated others saying this.
Next to them, those saintly sons and saintly figures also looked at him, all with unkind expressions, staring at Ye Fan together.
"How can a person passing by still want to destroy my sect?" Ye Fan said with a smile.
"You don't need to think about it to know that you stand up for those people and act like this without taking us in your eyes. It's really arrogant." The Holy Son of Yin Yang said coldly, and pulled Wang Teng and others in, wanting to share the same hatred.
Next to her, Ji Ziyue's big eyes flickered, staring at Ye Fan suspiciously, wrinkled her nose slightly, and carefully observed his every move.
More than two years have passed, and she has not changed much. She has the same big eyes as black gemstones, very smart, long eyelashes, and a pair of small dimples on her face, which makes her look playful and cute.
On the other side of her, Ji Haoyue has black hair shawl, sword-shaped eyebrows at the temples, tiger eyes with spirit, and a majestic appearance. The aura of the God King is stronger, and his cultivation is hidden with a secret treasure, making it impossible to guess.
What surprised Ye Fan the most was Pang Bo. He actually reached the eighth transformation of dragon transformation just like him. I really don’t know how he practiced. He was no slower than him.
Pang Bo was born tall and tall, a head or two taller than anyone else. He had a majestic appearance, thick eyebrows and big eyes. One arm was as thick as another person's leg. He was strong and powerful. He was born with extraordinary talent.
"Why did you enter the country so quickly? Are you going crazy?" Ye Fan couldn't help but send a message secretly.
"Ye Zi is you..." Pang Bo was overjoyed and responded secretly.
Now, Ye Fan is seventeen or eighteen years old, handsome and energetic, like a banished immortal who has emerged from the mortal world. He has taken holy medicine, so he always looks like a young man.
Fortunately, I am no longer fifteen or sixteen years old like in the past, but now I have finally grown up, and the influence of the holy medicine is evident.
When Ye Fan entered Qin City, he naturally concealed his true appearance. Not wanting to cause any problems, he sent a message: "Why did you enter so quickly?"
Pang Bo was overjoyed, but his face was calm and expressionless, and he howled secretly: "I have risked my life for the sake of spiritual practice. In the past two years, I have eaten a large piece of coffin board."
As soon as these words came out, Ye Fan's jaw almost dropped to the ground. He didn't expect that Pang Bo's temperament was still so fierce. If he thought of it, he would do it without any taboos.
He snatched half of the Immortal Emperor's coffin, brought it out, and finally gave it all to Pang Bo, because he had the Bodhi Seed himself and didn't need to use it.
Pang Bo gave Li Heishui a piece, and apart from meditating on it, he swallowed a piece alive in the past two years and completely refined it.
"You are really good..." Ye Fan could only say this, but after thinking about it, he didn't worry, because this is definitely a treasure and can definitely be eaten.
In ancient times, the Immortal Emperor was regarded by all races as a being that transcended gods. He was unparalleled in the past and present. He chopped down the ancient tree of enlightenment and made a coffin. All these were the pomp of the gods. He was the only one in ancient and modern times who had done this.
What is the Ancient Tea Tree of Enlightenment? This is an immortal tree, the rarest spiritual root in the world. The leaves it produces can be used for enlightenment and have the mark of the Great Dao, not to mention its trunk!
"Damn it, I suffered retribution. I ate a coffin board and was struck by lightning a lot in the past two years!" Pang Bo was furious.
Ye Fan was almost speechless. This brother of his was so fierce that he suffered a catastrophe, which was enough to show the wonder of the ancient tea tree of Enlightenment, which contained many fragments of the great path.
"As long as you can improve your cultivation level, that's enough."
"That's right, I think so too. I've left a big piece for you, and we'll eat it together then." Pang Bo said with a smile.
"Forget it, I don't need it, you... just eat the rest." Ye Fan wanted to laugh but couldn't.
"Last time, I was scolded by that old blind man, scolded me for wasting resources, and said how could one eat such an immortal tree? But if it is passed on, a great sect can prosper." Pang Bo said.
The old blind man carried the Sky-Swallowing Magic Jar and went to Qishi Mansion several times to support the little bandit. This made Wang Chong and others afraid and did not dare to take action.
"Why are you in a daze? You're so scared." Someone teased next to him. I haven't seen Ye Fan respond for a long time, so I don't know what he is thinking.
"I don't want to embarrass you either. I'm here to make a big apology and I won't argue with you." Wang Chong said.
"Little brat, go and stay where you can." Ye Fan stopped communicating with Pang Bo and walked towards these dozen saint-child figures alone.
"You are too arrogant. Do you know who these people are and don't take everyone present seriously?" The Holy Son of Yin Yang raised the fire, hoping that Wang Chong and others would take action.
"The Yin-Yang Sect really doesn't have a long memory. It always chooses the Holy Son. Isn't it a laughing stock? Do you still want to elect the fourth one?" Ye Fan said casually.
"You... deserve to die!" Saint Son of Yin Yang's face darkened and he said, "That holy body won't live long. He can't hide like a turtle all his life and dare not come out."
"It's so troublesome to exchange. I don't think your Yin Yang Sect doesn't need the Holy Son." Ye Fan said, then took a step closer, stretched out a big hand and chopped it down.
Everyone was taken aback. He seemed to be in a deserted place, making it difficult for people to guard against him. His speed was too fast, and a crystal palm fell like a jade stone.
The Holy Son of Yin and Yang could not avoid it, and raised his hands to attack. In the air, the clear palms flowed with Dao patterns, and runes flashed one by one. That was the power of Dao.
There was a soft sound, and the Holy Son's hands were broken like paper, and then his whole body collapsed. The big hand in the air slapped him, and he was unable to resist.
"puff"
The Holy Son of Yin and Yang failed to utter a scream, so he slapped his head and crushed him into a pulp, his bones melted away, and he was no longer human.
The people next to him all backed up quickly, breaking out in cold sweat. That was the Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect, and he was slapped to death. It was horrifying.
The scene was noisy. Li Heishui and others were naturally happy, but the others were uneasy. Even Wang Chong couldn't help but retreat, fearful in his heart.
After the commotion, everyone knew that the Yin Yang Sect was definitely going crazy. In just a few years, the Holy Son had died three times in a row. This was really outrageous and would definitely become the laughing stock of Zhongzhou.
"Yi Zi, you are too unkind. Shou Yuan, the old leader of the Yin Yang Sect, has dried up. Even if he is not dead, he will be pissed to death by you." Pang Bo said in a voice message.
"They always want to cause trouble for me and want to get rid of me immediately. There is no way. I will make them dare not choose the Holy Son again in the future." Ye Fan said with a smile.
Then, he walked forward step by step, forcing Wang Chong and others. More than a dozen Saint Son-level figures retreated together. No one dared to make a move, and they were all a little afraid.
In the past, Wang Teng suppressed the little monster with his own hands. Now that he is out of confinement, although he is still very arrogant, he is much stronger than two years ago and does not dare to speak harshly.
There were many monks in Qincheng, and people were surprised. They never thought that a young man could force more than a dozen outstanding figures from the five domains back, and none of them dared to take action.
"Don't push people too hard." Wang Chong gritted his teeth.
Ye Fan was unmoved and pushed out with a palm, like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves. All the dozen or so people spurted blood and flew out.
Only Wang Chong was unharmed. He was blocked by two powerful ancient creatures. One was made of gold and was a foot tall, while the other was made of silver and was very powerful.
In the end, the battle did not continue. A golden ancient chariot crossed the sky, and Wang Teng traveled like the emperor of heaven, rushing into the depths of the Qinling Mountains.
"Master has received a secret report. There are important clues. Let's go!" The two ancient creatures took Wang Chong away.
"Would it be that the place we found was known to Wang Teng?" Pang Bo exclaimed.
"Oh, let's go quickly. We can't let anyone get there first. Anyway, we have almost prepared everything we need. Go back quickly." Ji Ziyue shouted.
"What did you find?" Ye Fan was surprised.
"I saw a monk's brand and a mark left by a bull rider, leading to a lake that is about to dry up." Pang Bo said.
"What?!" Ye Fan screamed.
Ye Fan secretly conveyed the message and revealed his identity to Li Heishui and others. Several people were so surprised that they almost cried out. They were extremely enthusiastic about meeting old friends.
Soon after, they left Qincheng and traveled millions of miles deep into the Qinling Mountains, rushing to the mysterious land discovered by Ji Haoyue, Pang Bo, and Li Heishui.
It has to be said that Ji Ziyue's spiritual sense was too keen. After walking forward for less than half a quarter, she wrinkled her nose, grinded her crystal teeth, grabbed Ye Fan, and said: "It's you, why do you want to hide it?
Treat us as outsiders and don’t want to talk to you anymore!”
Ye Fan showed his true face, pinched her nose, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid of being chased and beaten by your adults."
"Dare you pinch me..." Ji Ziyue polished her shining silver teeth, blinked her big black gem-like eyes, and grabbed Ye Fan's ears.
"Let go." Ye Fan pinched her nose.
The other half, Ji Haoyue, the God King of the East Wasteland, had a dark face, wanting to say something, and even wanted to pull Ye Fan aside, so she couldn't help but strode over.
"You are the younger sister who grabbed my ear. I didn't hurt her. Please let her go quickly." Ye Fan spoke first.
"Take your hand away from my sister's nose." Ji Haoyue said with a dark face.
"Ji Haoyue, I saved your life, so be polite to your benefactor." Ye Fan muttered.
"These are two different things." Ji Haoyue was usually very wise, but at this moment, veins were pulsing in her forehead.
Ji Ziyue's big eyes curved into crescent shapes, she kept laughing, pulled Ye Fan's ears a few times, and floated out lightly.
Pang Bo, Li Heishui and the others also laughed, hehe, with bad intentions. Only Ji Haoyue and Ye Fan glared at each other.
Not long after, they crossed the void, entered the depths of the Qinling Mountains, and came to a stone forest. There was a dry lake here. On a huge stone, they saw the mark of a monk, and on the other side they saw the mark of an old man riding a green bull.
pattern.
"If there are no accidents, this should be Sakyamuni. The other one is riding a green ox to the west, and it should be me. Purple energy is coming from the east. There is purple energy even on the stone wall!" Ye Fan was moved.
"This..." Pang Bo was shocked. Only he and Ye Fan knew the meaning of these two names.
The ancients from 2,500 years ago actually appeared on this side of the starry sky. Where are they going along the ancient road in the starry sky?
"I left Hangu Pass in the west and disappeared from China since ancient times. I never thought that I would pass here..." Pang Bo found it a bit incredible. Lao Tzu's "road to the west" was really too far away!
"Is this place the Immortal Transformation Pond?" Ye Fan said to himself.