The head of the Yan family, Yan Baifei, stared blankly at the headless corpse in front of him. His bones all over his body were banging, and he opened his mouth and let out a scream.

"ah!"

But Yan Baifei still doesn't know that the Yan family's unlucky days have just begun, and Tang Fan is trying to steal his escape!

"Who did it!"

Yan Baifei's eyes were red, and his cultivation level was surging crazily, like an angry lion.

"Brother Yan, this is the end of the matter. Please forgive me."

Nangong Yuanluo sighed and sympathized with Yan Baifei's experience.

Since ancient times, it has been an extremely painful thing for a white-haired person to give a black-haired person a gift.

"Senior Yan, your anger is hurting your health, you have to cheer up."

Chu Muge was also good at persuading him. In any case, he and Yan Minggu grew up together.

Nangong Yao stood obediently behind Nangong Yuanluo and did not speak.

"It's really not that Long Jiu?"

Yan Baifei stared with red eyes, a look of scrutiny on his face.

Nangong Yuanluo said: "We saw with our own eyes a master that we have never seen before. At first I thought he was trying to frame Long Jiu, but then I thought it didn't look like it. Maybe..."

"Who is the one!"

Yan Baifei understood what Nangong Yuanluo meant. He meant that the other party should be the enemy of the Yan family.

With the help of the Guying Army, the Yan family has caused countless massacres. It can be said that they have made many enemies. For a while, I really didn’t know who they were.

Chu Muge thought for a while and said: "Senior Yan, it's actually not difficult to know who this person is. If he really comes for you, then I think he will take action!"

Yan Baifei's eyes lit up and he asked: "Mu Ge, have you written down his appearance?"

Chu Muge did not speak, but walked to the case, picked up a pen and paper, and started drawing directly.

After a while, a profile photo of a man appeared on the paper, with a medium build, a pale face, and strange eyes, lifelike.

"Yes, it is this person!"

Nangong Yuanluo stepped forward to take a look and nodded repeatedly.

"Brother Chu, your painting skills have improved again!"

Nangong Yao also took a look and admired it very much.

"Someone is coming!"

Yan Baifei picked up the portrait and said to the housekeeper who was approaching: "Use all your strength, even if you dig three feet into the ground, we must find this person!"

"yes!"

The housekeeper took the portrait and made arrangements immediately.

After Yan Baifei arranged all this, he stared blankly at the headless corpse on the ground. Finally he couldn't hold himself any longer and wailed: "My son, where is your head!"

"Brother Yan, we will also help with the search, so don't bother us for now."

Nangong Yuanluo couldn't bear to look any further and stood up to leave.

Chu Muge and Nangong Yao followed him. When they reached the door, Chu Muge suddenly turned around and said, "Senior Yan, I fought with him before, and this person used ghost cultivation techniques!"

"Ghost cultivator?"

Yan Baifei raised his head in surprise and said in shock: "Are you sure?"

"That's right!"

Nangong Yuanluo echoed from the side without waiting for Chu Muge's answer.

"Thank you."

Yan Baifei's head lowered again, and there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

…

In the whitestone mine, except for some guards who were responsible for keeping vigil, everyone else was meditating in a simple work shed.

There are not many of them, and their cultivation is not very strong. The more they are like this, the more they serve as a good cover.

No one would have thought that the Yan family's treasure house was not in the mansion, but in this humble mine.

If there really was a treasure on this mountain, why wouldn't the Yan family arrange heavy troops to guard it?

Waves of formations emitted from all around the mine, and the formations carried the aura of ghost cultivators.

If outsiders broke in, it would be difficult not to be discovered. Unfortunately, the person who came tonight was Tang Fan.

When Tang Fan himself rushed down, the four clones also flew out. The ghost cultivator clone rushed to the front and solved the formation first.

The main body and the other three clones are each responsible for one direction and take action at the same time.

I rushed forward, already aiming at the guards on the periphery.

His figure was like a ghost, and he instantly landed behind a guard. He raised his hand and patted him on the back of the head, and the man fell down quietly.

In other directions, the clones also started taking action.

The guards fell one after another, and the outside was quickly cleared, leaving only a few people inside.

At this moment, a figure walked out of the work shed and shouted loudly: "Yan Lin, come here!"

"Yan Lin?"

"Yan Zhen?"

The man called several times in succession, but no one answered.

He looked up and scanned the entire perimeter of the mining area, not seeing a single patrolling guard.

"No, something happened!"

This person reacted quickly enough and immediately shouted loudly. Everyone was awakened and rushed out one after another.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him.

"you……"

Tang Fan no longer gave him a chance to speak, and raised his hand to crush his neck.

"ah……"

The screams continued, and the entire mining area was in chaos.

The killing started, but Tang Fan didn't think it was fast enough, so he summoned the divine fire again. The fire became stronger and stronger, the encirclement became smaller and smaller, and there were fewer and fewer enemies...

In the end, only the provincial leader who was guarding this place, a monk at the peak of his alchemy, was left in the flames.

"You...who are you!"

He looked at the five people in front of him whose faces could not be seen clearly, and his voice trembled with fear.

"This is the mine of the Yan family, you..."

His words ended there, and then he fell to the ground.

"I'll save your life first, it's still useful."

Tang Fan took away the clone and the divine fire, and then dispersed his consciousness. After confirming that there was no one else here, he raised his hand and punched the work shed in front of him.

"boom!"

The work shed was blown to pieces, exposing half of the hillside behind it, and a hidden entrance appeared on the hillside.

This is the entrance to the treasure house, which is hidden in the shed where the leader lives.

Except for the leader, the other guards here do not know the existence of the treasure house.

I have to say that this arrangement of the Yan family is wonderful.

Tang Fan carried the leader through the entrance and entered the underground mountain. The first thing that caught his eye was a pile of neatly arranged spiritual stones.

"The best spiritual stone!"

Although Tang Fan had detected it a long time ago, he was still excited to feel the rich spiritual energy emitted by these top-quality spiritual stones at such a close distance.

"Get rich!"

Tang Fan smiled from ear to ear, harvesting as he walked, and put them all into the Qiankun bag. It happened that he didn't have many spiritual stones left.

Further inside are magic weapons and elixirs, all of which are rare treasures.

"There are not many elixirs left..."

Tang Fan was so excited that his hands were shaking. Although he had done this kind of thing before, this time it was undoubtedly the most, and the appearance was also the best!

The treasures here are enough to arm a sect!

This is the hard work of several generations of the Yan family. These things are equivalent to the food and grass prepared before the war. In the end, Tang Fan was all advantaged.

Fortunately, his Qiankun bag is big enough, otherwise ordinary storage bags would really not fit in it.
To be continued...