Uncle Eight's body was burned by the flames and was filled with blue smoke. Hearing Yang Fan's words, he quickly knelt down and kowtowed, begging for mercy:

"Sir, please spare me, kid doesn't know Mount Tai!"

The other three gangsters, even though they were dying by Yang Fan, were lying on the ground and begging for mercy.

"Young Master..."

The two maids in the yard were disgraceful. Seeing Yang Fan subduing these criminals, they looked like they were still scared.

Yang Fan was about to speak when a gentle man suddenly came from behind:

"You are Yang Tian's son? Not bad..."

Hearing the sound, Yang Fan's expression changed drastically. When he turned around, he found that there was a middle-aged Confucian scholar in the courtyard.

This middle-aged Confucian scholar grew up very handsomely, holding a folding fan, with a gentle expression. You can imagine his handsome style when he was young.

He was smiling and was looking at Yang Fan.

"Who are you? How do you know my father's name?"

Yang Fan asked subconsciously.

After looking closely, Yang Fan immediately recognized the identity of this middle-aged Confucian scholar. He was Mr. Xu who appeared at the "Qingtian Conference" today.

Mr. Xu followed the young master of the Yang family in Kyoto to Yangjiabao, and his strength was unfathomable.

"Haha, my husband Xu Li, you can call me Mr. Xu."

The Confucian scholar surnamed Xu walked into the courtyard slowly with his hands on his back, his eyes never leaving Yang Fan's face, and sighed: "It's so similar..."

Yang Fan was slightly stunned, immediately showed a look of security and said to himself: "This person comes from the Yang family in Kyoto and knows my father's name. Could it be that he is one of his father's enemies?"

"Dare you ask Mr. Xu, are there anything wrong with me?"

Yang Fan asked calmly.

Mr. Xu smiled and said, "I came here to see my old friends. As early as the Yang family in Kyoto, I heard that the genius who had never been seen in a century in the neighboring Yang family... Unfortunately, things in the world are such a coincidence. When I came here, my nephew suffered misfortune and the genius fell."

"It turns out that Mr. Xu is my father's old friend. Could it be that Mr. Xu came to Yangjiabao just to take a look at me?"

Yang Fan's expression eased, but he did not let go of his vigilance.

"Haha, of course not."

Mr. Xu did not immediately answer Yang Fan's question, and glanced at Uncle Eight and the gangsters who were kneeling on the ground.

"There is no use for these people to stay here. Why don't you let me solve this little trouble for you?"

Mr. Xu smiled indifferently and suddenly unfolded the folding fan in his hand.

As soon as the folding fan unfolded, the spirit was filled with great energy. A powerful spiritual pressure came, making the entire courtyard breathless.

Yang Fan's heart was shocked and he could barely support him under the pressure of this spirit.

Swish!

The folding fan unfolded, and a piece of ice as blue as water burst out.

For a moment, the temperature in the courtyard dropped a few points, and the maids not far away were trembling with coldness.

Swish!

The azure blue ice gas spent several ice fog snakes passing by three or four people including Uncle Ba.

call!

When the blue light passed, four "human-shaped popsicles" shrouded in blue frost appeared in the courtyard.

Bang!

Mr. Xu put the folding fan in his hand and looked at Yang Fan with a smile.

"This man's spell is so terrible... The folding fan in his hand is at least a top-grade spiritual weapon!"

Yang Fan was shocked and felt a faint murderous intent under Mr. Xu's smile.

Among the magic weapons and magic weapons in Dongsheng Continent, the lowest level is the "magic weapons", the slightly higher level is the "spiritual weapons", and the more advanced one is the "magic weapons".

Whether it is magical instruments, spiritual weapons, or magic weapons, they are all divided into: low-quality, medium-quality, high-quality, and best-quality

After glanced at the four human-shaped popsicles, Yang Fan took a breath of air. He had already concluded that the vitality of the four people, including Uncle Eight, had been completely frozen.

With his cultivation level in the early stage of Uncle Eight's Qi Refining, he could barely support a few breaths, and the other three gangsters were frozen to death in an instant.

Within a single blow, the lives of three or four people ended, such an understatement.

What kind of power is Mr. Xu?

Yang Fan felt that the other party's cultivation was probably still above his master Elder Liu.

Perhaps the only one who can compete with the entire Yang Family Fort is the Yang Family ancestor who cannot go into seclusion.

"ah--"

The two maids not far away were so scared that they fell to the ground.

"Mr. Xu's ice spell is the first person I have seen."

Yang Fan let out a sigh of relief and said what he thought.

In this vast east-facing continent, there are countless countries and even wild monsters. Yuyang Country is just an inconspicuous small country, and its south neighbor Yang family is just an insignificant immortal cultivation family. What Yang Fan has seen and heard so far is also extremely limited.

"My nephew is too Qian..." Mr. Xu looked directly at Yang Fan and asked calmly: "What about my cultivation level compared to your master?"

"This?" Yang Fan didn't expect that the other party would mention his master. It seemed that Mr. Xu might know Elder Liu.

"If it comes to strength, my master should not be as good as a teacher."

Yang Fan said calmly.

Mr. Xu smiled undeniably: "Your master Liu Wuhen, why did you leave Yangjiabao before the 'Qingtian Conference'?"

"This..." Yang Fan didn't know how to answer.

"Also, is it your master who sealed your magic power before the 'Qingtian Conference'?"

A ray of light suddenly burst out from Mr. Xu's eyes, and invisible pressure came.

Whoosh!

With a flash of figure, Mr. Xu came to Yang Fan in the blink of an eye, stretched out a hand, and put it on his shoulder.

Yang Fan's body stiffened and could not move. He felt a bit cold and harsh force invading his body.

After a moment, Mr. Xu pushed Yang Fan away with a palm, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

"It's weird. Look at the empty inside of your body, can you really be possessed by being possessed by the devil and losing your magic power?"

Mr. Xu was puzzled. He thought it was Yang Fan's master, Elder Liu, who had sealed his disciple's magic power. Now he saw that it was not the case.

Bang!

The gate of the courtyard was kicked open, and a young man in white rushed in and said to Mr. Xu: "Sir, you should save your life. Three years later, I will come to 'Yangjiabao' and they will be the two of them."

Yang Fan glanced at him and saw that this young man in white was Yang Yu, the young master of the Yang family who was rampant on the "Ask the Rooftop" just now?

Yang Yu broke into the door, very domineering, but he just glanced at the useless man Yang Fan.

Mr. Xu smiled and said, "Yang Fan is the son of my old friend. How could I attack him? Why don't you stay there to watch the "Nankou Yang Family" Questioning Conference?"

"Hmph, what's the point of a group of ants in the Qi Refining Stage?"

Yang Yu said proudly.

Mr. Xu's smile was still the same. He looked at Yang Fan opposite him and said, "Then the next day, if your father comes back, please say hello to him on my behalf."

After saying that, Mr. Xu shook Yang Yu and the two walked out of the villa.

"Zero, don't forget to attend the Tianwen Conference three years later. At that time, let's see how I will beat you brothers to become useless."

Before leaving, Yang Yu turned around and glanced at Yang Fan coldly.

Yang Fan shrugged, walked into the villa and began to pack his luggage.

Mr. Xu and Yang Yu walked to a remote corner of Yangjiabao.

"Sir, how did you change your mind? Didn't you take action on this?"

Yang Yu couldn't help asking.

"If this boy really has great talent and potential, I will sack his magic power to eliminate future troubles. But I just checked and found that this boy really lost his magic power, but he would not become a waste person. If he wanted to restore his previous cultivation level, I guess it would take at least ten years."

Mr. Xu pondered.

"Haha, ten years." Yang Yu smiled: "In three years, I will come to Yangjiabao and destroy him again."

"It is not a problem to depose him once, but you'd better not to destroy the plan of the head of the family and the ancestor."

Mr. Xu suddenly said.
Chapter completed!