Small courtyard in the early morning.
When Han Qianyun opened her eyes and saw Yang Fan who didn't know when he would return to her side, her tense heart calmed down again.
"you're awake?"
A trace of tenderness flashed across Yang Fan's eyes.
"Um."
Han Qianyun nodded lightly, her eyes full of attachment.
She seemed to have remembered something and asked, "You came back so soon. Did you find Zhang Congxin?"
Han Qianyun naturally recorded this feeling in her heart for Zhang Congxin who risked his life to save her.
"That's right, but his little life was extremely nourishing. If I hadn't found him, he would probably be reluctant to come back!"
Yang Fan couldn't help but think of the scene at that time and curled his lips.
Five or six women, in broad daylight again!
What a courage!
He turned off the lights!
For a servant to behave like this would simply ruin the reputation of his master!
"Can't bear to come back?"
Han Qianyun blinked her beautiful eyes.
Yang Fan waved his hand and did not elaborate.
But he made up his mind.
In order to prevent Zhang Chongxin from being obsessed with developing special applications of Jinbodhisattva, he must be made aware of the dangers of society.
It is a pity that Nie Cheng was killed by Chu Lianxin, otherwise, if he were enslaved, the effect would be much stronger than the dream spell.
You will definitely be able to make your subordinates correct their mentality and work hard for themselves.
It is enough for the oxen and horses to be able to work.
If you still want to eat grass, no way!
Zhang Congxin, who had no idea, was getting familiar with his new body at this moment.
It has to be said that the true king of martial arts who has practiced three levels is really strong physically.
Blood, flesh, and bones were all in place, and connected through his big muscles, they almost became a whole, making him immersed in an indescribable power.
"If the skin is sufficient, wouldn't it be possible to see the wonders of heaven and man?"
Zhang Congxin smacked his lips.
Unfortunately, this is not my body after all.
The pair of legs that used to belong to a Vajra of Flesh were already so difficult to digest.
This body now belongs to the True King of Martial Arts. It has all three levels. If you want to truly use it for your own use, you may not know how long it will take!
I'm afraid it will take at least several decades of work!
"After all, it's the method of demons and heretics! It's easy to get power, but it's hard to digest it!"
Zhang Congxin sighed inwardly.
His original method of using the blood of his entire clan to become a Muscular Bodhisattva was already evil enough, and this method of grafting a blood body and usurping other people's human creations was undoubtedly equally vicious.
Especially for the body of a stronger person, when controlling it, it will inevitably feel like a child swinging a heavy hammer. If you are not careful, you may hurt yourself.
It would be okay if this strong man had sealed the barrier, but if he hadn't sealed the barrier, then the evil power in his body alone would be enough to make someone drink a pot.
"Um?"
In the room, while Yang Fan was talking to Han Qianyun, he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Wuyi Mountain.
"What's wrong?"
Han Qianyun leaned into his arms and noticed his movements immediately.
Yang Fan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said: "Such a small town cannot provoke a strong man at the level of a Heavenly Master. It seems that he is probably here for you!"
Han Qianyun's hand tightened slightly on Yang Fan's clothes.
Yang Fan smiled and patted her hand: "Just two heavenly masters, but they are not in my eyes!"
After that, he stood up.
"You rest here, I'll come as soon as I can."
"I'll wait for you to come back."
Han Qianyun knew Yang Fan's abilities and nodded gently.
If others saw it, they would probably be shocked. Is this still the Taoist Master Han of Yingtian Dao who hates men and acts domineeringly and cruelly?
Yang Fan's figure flashed and left the room.
And at this time.
Two figures are coming south with swords!
The fierce and domineering sword energy enveloped the two figures, and they were rushing out of Wuyi Mountain at extremely fast speeds, passing through the sky.
Stopped in front of this small town.
"It's really strange that I haven't seen that bitch after chasing her for so long!"
One of them spoke.
The other person's face was slightly solemn: "Uncle Su was one step ahead of us and there is no trace. Could it be that there was an accident?"
"What kind of accident could there be? That bitch has just become a Heavenly Master, and Master Su has already been a True King for decades. How could she escape from Master Su's hands?"
"makes sense!"
"Perhaps that bitch has aroused Uncle Master's anger. Maybe he is being taught a lesson by Uncle Master!"
The two looked at each other with a smile that every man would understand.
Whizzing!
However, at this moment, the two of them suddenly heard two violent sounds breaking through the air.
Swift as lightning, domineering as thunder.
It's an arrow!
When I first saw them, they were just two black spots, but they moved so fast that they were in front of me in the blink of an eye.
"not good!"
Poof!
Before the two of them could react, they were both hit and fell from the clouds.
Bang bang!
There was a dull sound as it hit the ground, creating two large craters of four to five meters, causing the two of them to almost meet the King of Hell.
After all, the Celestial Master's physical body is obviously inferior to that of warriors at the same level. Falling from such a high altitude will indeed kill someone!
Yang Fan squatted on the edge of the pit, looked at the two people who had fallen to pieces, and said with a smile: "The two fell from the sky, are they gods from the sky? It's just that the appearance is a bit embarrassing!"
My god, your grandma!
The two people's faces darkened, and they couldn't see anything special about Yang Fan. One of them couldn't help but scolded: "You stupid thing, how dare you laugh at me!"
Uh-huh.
Even though he fell like this, with a slight movement of his mind, a palm-sized sword jumped up from the ground immediately, like a flying fish, drawing a line of cold light and piercing Yang Fan's throat!
It’s so murderous!
Yang Fan's eyes were full of mockery, and he stretched out his hand to pinch the flying sword that was coming towards him!
"how come!"
The man's expression changed.
No matter how hard he drove his flying sword and struggled, Yang Fan's hands were like iron pliers, motionless!
Click!
Even with Yang Fan's slight exertion, the flying sword was easily crushed into several pieces!
"No!"
The man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at Yang Fan!
This flying sword was something he had worked hard for decades and sacrificed his life to cultivate. Today, it was crushed by Yang Fan, but his decades of cultivation were ruined in one fell swoop!
"Ah! Damn it! I have to fight you today!"
His eyes were red, and he suddenly went crazy and activated his soul, and flew towards Yang Fan fiercely!
At first glance, his soul actually vaguely formed the shape of a sword!
When this sword was thrust out, the sky and the earth were instantly dimmed. The surrounding sky was dimmed, and the remaining colors were completely concentrated on this sword of the soul!
He is the sword, and the sword is him!
At this moment, he seemed to realize the true meaning of the unity of man and sword!
If he is given some time, he may be able to build his own sword palace in the Dao Sea and step into the second level of the Heavenly Master in one fell swoop!
"How dare the light of a grain of rice compete with the sun and the moon!"
Facing the tyrannical spirit's sword, Yang Fan's expression was indifferent, and then he pointed like a sword and swung it down gently!
