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Chapter 682 The whereabouts of the bereaved

"Dad, Nannan has closed her eyes." Mo Xuan obediently covered her ears with her hands and closed her eyes.

Chen Fan smiled slightly and reached out to touch Mo Xuan's head. After doing so, he looked at these people.

Chen Fan took a step forward, with one hand still behind his back. From his body was a golden light, and he slowly punched out with a powerful and unstoppable punch.

The will of invincibility burst out from Chen Fan's body, and punched out the people around him. His fists were blasted towards Chen Fan, but these people were like flimsy pieces of paper, and they were all blown away.

Blood spurted out, and bodies flew backwards. People were unable to stand still, and they all fell to the ground. With just one punch, a huge deep hole was blasted out of the street.

But Chen Fan stood there with his hands behind his back, standing still. The man Zhang was stunned, sweat was pouring from his forehead, because Chen Fan's fist was only half an inch away from his forehead.

A little bit, this punch can hit his face.

"Young Master..." On the side, Ning Yixuan's mouth was dry and he was speechless.

We haven’t seen each other for a few years. Isn’t this Chen Fan’s progress too scary?

But after thinking about it, this seems to be common sense. Chen Fan's talent was once spotted by Patriarch Tongxuan, so how could his talent be weak? It is reasonable to knock these people down with one punch.

After taking one look at this young master, he was completely stunned. Chen Fan slowly stopped his hand and said coldly, "Go away."

Mr. Zhang gritted his teeth, glanced at Chen Fan bitterly, and ran away immediately. People around him were whispering and pointing.

"Hey, looking at the clothes on this person, he seems to be an outer disciple who just came to the Holy Land, but his strength seems to be pretty good."

"However, my status as an outer disciple is certainly good, but I have just arrived in our country of Dajiang. It seems that I haven't figured out the situation yet. If I offend this young master, let's see how he hangs around in this holy land in the future."

"Yes, yes, this man caused such a big trouble when he first came here. I'm afraid his future is not guaranteed." These people expressed sympathy for Chen Fan with their words. Ning Yixuan himself was shocked to hear these words.

I sweat a lot.

"Okay, he's gone." Chen Fan smiled, and Mo Xuan opened her eyes, clapped her hands and said, "Ah, daddy is so awesome!"

"Is this the young master's daughter?" Ning Yixuan looked curiously at Mo Xuan who was riding on Chen Fan's neck.

"Hello, uncle." Mo Xuan blinked her cute big eyes and looked up and down at Ning Yixuan. This made Ning Yixuan amused. As she said that, Ning Yixuan groped around on her body and finally found it.

A piece of jade pendant, which looked like a little Maitreya, was very cute and handed to Mo Xuan.

"Miss Mo, here, this is a gift for you."

"Huh?" Mo Xuan couldn't help but look at Chen Fan. When Chen Fan glanced at her and nodded, she happily accepted it and said with a sweet smile, "Thank you, uncle."

This sweet smile made Ning Yixuan burst into joy.

"Why are you here?" At this moment, Chen Fan looked at Ning Yixuan and said in a deep voice, "Where are the other members of the surviving family?"

"Hey, senior brother Zhang Wenwu has already gone to the five ancient lands, and there are a few others in the five ancient lands. Because my cultivation is relatively weak, I can only stay in the country of Jiang for further study for the time being." Ning Yixuan said a little.

He lowered his head in shame.

"That's right." Chen Fan nodded. Zhang Wenwu still remembered that Chen Fan was already a master of the Sixth Heaven in the surviving clan.

"What level of cultivation does Zhang Wenwu have now?" Chen Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Senior Brother Zhang, who is at the peak of the Ninth Level of Transformation Realm, has already stepped into Baodan with half his foot." Faced with Chen Fan's question, Ning Yixuan did not dare to hold back at all and said politely.

Chen Fan nodded, "Well, what place are you talking about White Horse Tower?" As he spoke, Chen Fan looked at the wooden plaque in Ning Yixuan's hand.

He first explained, "The White Horse Tower is a trial place in the Kingdom of Jiang. I heard that entering it once is of great benefit to your cultivation. This time I finally got the qualification to enter the trial. As a result, the man named Zhang thought

I'll grab it from my hand."

As he said that, Ning Yixuan clenched his fists hard, with a hint of anger on his face.

Chen Fan nodded, "Understandable."

"By the way, young master, have you just entered the Holy Land?" He couldn't help but ask as he looked at Chen Fan's clothes.

"Yes," Chen Fan said with a smile, "I am now in the Holy Land."

"Being an outer disciple in the Holy Land as a young master is really condescending." Ning Yixuan couldn't help but say this. He also had his own arrogance, although in this big Jiang country, others would not put him in the same position.

In the eyes, the surviving clan was once a master with the peak of Xuan Ying. It is just that it is in decline now. If we really look back on the past of this surviving clan, it will not be weaker than any of the five ancient lands.

And Chen Fan, as the young master of this remnant clan, is just an outer disciple in this holy land. Isn't this condescension?

Of course, the surviving family is now in decline, and the situation is not as good as it was back then, but it still makes him feel a little humiliated.

"Okay. Let's not talk about these things anymore." Chen Fan smiled and reached out to pat Ning Yixuan on the shoulder.

"There is nothing to mention about the past."

Chen Fan was once the Lord of Northern Tribulation, doesn't he see through it now?

"Let's go out and have a few drinks." Chen Fan pulled them and said.

"I will sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman." Ning Yixuan laughed loudly, and they found a place to sit down again and ordered a table of side dishes.

Mo Xuan muttered at the side, "Dad, you're drinking again."

Ning Yixuan was so amused that she burst into laughter.

"Young Master, you have offended Mr. Zhang this time, which is not a good thing." Ning Yixuan frowned and said worriedly, "I heard that Mr. Zhang's grandfather is still a master holding the pill.

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"Bao Dan." Chen Fan smiled, but didn't take it seriously.

Seeing Chen Fan so free and easy, Ning Yixuan felt relieved.

The two had a conversation and talked about each other's experiences over the years. Ning Yixuan was speechless.

Chen Fan's progress along the way has been frightening, and he has now reached the seventh level of transformation. His combat power is so high that it is hard to predict. I am afraid that even some masters of the ninth level of transformation may not be able to fight head-on.

How much advantage does Chen Fan have on his hands?

"But Young Master, there are so many experts in the Jiang Kingdom and the five ancient lands, and there are also many people who are in the Ninth Level of Transformation Realm. Young Master, you still have to think carefully before acting here." Ning Yixuan persuaded.

"I know it well." Chen Fan nodded.

The two drank and chatted for a long time, until it got dark and Ning Yixuan said goodbye and left. Chen Fan took Mo Xuan to the street to watch the temple fair, and the little girl had a great time playing with her.

Today is a day full of fun.

Mr. Zhang returned to his home with a gloomy expression on his face. He had never been touched in the face like this before.

Zhang's mansion is heavily guarded and has a high wall. Several of his subordinates gathered around Master Zhang and whispered, "Master Zhang, do you want us to kill this man?"

Mr. Zhang had a dark face and said, "An outer disciple of this small holy land dares to do this to me. He is really looking for death."

There was a gloomy look in his eyes, which made people shudder. A subordinate next to him gave an idea and said, "Sir, don't we know a lot of people in the Holy Land? There is an outer sect elder among them. Let's contact him.

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"Okay!" There was a sinister look in Mr. Zhang's eyes, and he nodded and said, "Go and do it now."

As he said this, he sneered, "When this Chen Fan is fired, I want to see if he still has the confidence to stand in front of me!"

Although Chen Fan made him unhappy, as a member of the Holy Land, he really didn't dare to do anything to Chen Fan. However, once Chen Fan was expelled from the Holy Land, that would not necessarily be the case.

The Zhang family has a great business, not to mention that his grandfather is the Baodan Venerable, there are also many experts at the peak of the Nine Heavens under the Zhang family, and killing Chen Fan is as easy as squeezing an ant to death.

A few of his men nodded and left gloomily.

"If you are looking for death and want to fight me, I will pluck out your skin, hang it on the city wall, and then sell the little girl to a brothel!" Mr. Zhang said slowly with a sneer.

The solemn voice filled the Zhang Mansion, and no one in the Zhang Mansion was so frightened that they dared to raise their heads.bdshare();


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