: Highly Sounded

bass!

The green light man flipped from Yang Fan's hand and jumped onto his shoulder. His shape was very similar to Yang Fan.

This is just the prototype of the body's incarnation, and his expression looks a little dull.

Yang Fan looked at the appearance of this incarnation, pondered for a moment, his mind moved, and at the same time he made gestures.

Buzz ~~~

The outline of this *** face began to change, and the temperament also changed drastically. After a moment, it gradually formed a cold and ruthless man's face.

If some monks from Yuyang Country were allowed to see the man's face, they would definitely exclaim: "Shi Qianhan!"

This prototype of the *** was created by Yang Fan according to the image of Shi Qianhan.

If you can have two different identities and different personalities when walking in the world of immortal cultivation, it will be more conducive to Yang Fan's survival and development.

After that, Yang Fan began to continue to strengthen this practice.

The green light man who showed in front of him had extremely weak magic power, probably only had the cultivation level of the concentration stage.

He divided half of his energy and energy and the essence of his natal life, and only created a prototype.

Huh~~

After a long time, Yang Fan's vitality was greatly damaged, and the green species of life withered, almost falling into a state of decline.

The biggest loss is the loss of Yang Fan's life and his natal essence.

After practicing such a ***, Yang Fan's life span will be reduced by half.

In other words, Yang Fan gave half of his life span and energy evenly to this ***.

This is also why Yang Fan’s external incarnation has infinitely close to the deity.

Fortunately, since entering the seed accumulation period, the green life species merged with the heart and produced a life constitution that surpassed humans. Yang Fan's lifespan was far several times that of the same level cultivator, or even ten times, and he almost wanted to be comparable to monsters.

"My *** will inherit my strong resilience and omniscient senses and share the Xianhong space. The only shortcoming is that it has no life green species in its body, and its physique and potential cannot be compared with me."

Yang Fan looked at the three-foot-long "Shi Qianhan" and simply asked him to practice by himself. When the time was ripe, he would inject his magic skills into him.

Then, he began to recover his energy.

Life span is reduced, and the essence and vitality are greatly damaged. If it were an ordinary monk, there would be even a risk of a level drop. Even if it were Yang Fan, it would take at least two or three months to recover.

Two months passed, and Yang Fan's vitality was basically cured.

The three-foot-long *** is already four or five feet long, and its cultivation level is about the foundation-building stage.

At this time, the growth of ***'s cultivation began to slow down.

Yang Fan was not in a hurry. He had enough time to condense this ***, and after he was successful, he would inject a body of magic skills into him.

On this day, Yang Fan, who was in seclusion, suddenly felt a disharmonious atmosphere.

Whoosh —

Two stunning rainbow lights flew away from the distant sky, as fast as lightning, and arrived in a few dozen miles.

Swish!

A monk dressed as a man and a woman, two scholars, fell to Tianleyuan.

The man is a middle-aged scholar holding an ink folding fan in his hand, handsome and elegant, while the woman is wearing a white Confucian dress with a light hair tied, her jade face is as beautiful as a morning glow, and as beautiful as a fairy.

This pair of Confucian monks walked hand in hand, with excellent temperament and extraordinary temperament, and was obviously a pair of dual-cultural fellows.

When they arrived here, the existence of the higher level and above Tianleyuan suddenly felt a sense.

The hearts of the Jindan elders trembled, and felt an irresistible righteous spirit, and even developed a desire to surrender without fighting.

"Confucian monks are not good! Could it be..."

Yang Fan was secretly surprised.

He vaguely felt that this pair of Confucian powerful men were probably targeted at him.

Bang!

The middle-aged scholar waved his folding fan and unfolded a picturesque ink and wash scenery. A bookish atmosphere of landscapes flowed over his body, making people impressed by his noble character.

The female Confucian cultivator had bright eyes and calm eyes, dignified face, elegant and luxurious appearance, and looked like a favor to the heart.

There was a sword hanging around the waist of this man and a woman, which looked exquisite and elegant, like an ornament.

"Ningchen, Nie Qian, the Three Sages, come to visit."

These two Confucian monks, like fairies, stood in the air in the Tian Paradise and saluted from afar.

Their etiquette is elegant, full of the ancient charm of history and culture, polite and pleasing to the eye.

"Sanxian Sect? Isn't that the sect where Shi Yao is located?"

Yang Fan was observing secretly in the cave, and couldn't help but be shocked.

Why are they here?

Yang Fan only thought of one possibility, one was for Deng Shiyao, although the possibility was not high. The second was for the Confucian treasure "Seven-scent Jade Soul Flute".

Apart from this, Yang Fan never thought of any other possibility.

"Hahaha, it turns out that it is a monk from the Sanxian Sect. Fortunately, I will meet you!"

The voice of the great elder surnamed Ye was full of energy came out, and he flew out of the cave and came to the sky of Tianle Park.

The two of them came were powerful Yuanying-level powerhouses. The sect's Jindan cultivators dared not come forward, so only he, the great elder, came out to deal with it.

The elder surnamed Ye was also confused: My Tianleyuan and the Confucian Sect do not seem to have any intersection. The Sanxian Sect is a first-class sect in the inner sea of ​​Tianqin, and its strength is more than Tianleyuan.

"Old Elder of Tianle Park, I wonder what the two colleagues are doing here?"

The great elder surnamed Ye made a straightforward statement.

"We came to Tianleyuan and just wanted to see one person. He is the elder of the noble sect, Yang Fan."

Na Ningchen smiled and said, his words were very gentle.

"Elder Yang? What's the matter with him?" The elder of the surname Ye said in confusion.

He remembered that Yang Fan stayed in Tianleyuan all year round and did not go out to cause any trouble.

"This is a personal grudge between my Sanxian Sect and him. I hope to meet fellow Taoist Yang Fan and resolve the problem with him." Ning Chen was still so kind.

The great elder of the surname Ye understood that Confucian monks always paid attention to ritual first and then military force.

The other party has two powerful Nascent Soul-level powerhouses coming, and there are big forces like the Sanxian Sect as their backers. Such etiquette is enough to make people flatter.

The great elder surnamed Ye was about to send a message to the divine sense, but Yang Fan flew out first: "Great Elder, I'm out."

"Are you Yang Fan?" Ning Chen and Nie Qian, two powerful Confucian scholars, looked at Yang Fan with their eyes in unison.

"It's Yang Fan, I've met two seniors."

Yang Fan also bowed his fists.

He also knows that Confucian monks pay the most attention to etiquette when acting.

"I wonder what the two seniors are asking me for?" Yang Fan asked pretending to be confused.

"We learned about you from Shiyao, and heard that the Confucian treasure "Seven Scent Jade Soul Flute" is in your hands?"

Nie Qian smiled with a pretty face and a gentle tone. Looking at Yang Fan, she had some anticipation in her eyes.

"Yes, the 'Seven Scent Jade Soul Flute' is in my hands. Could it be that the two seniors came to 'Tianle Park' to snatch this thing from Yang?" Yang Fan said frankly and immediately attacked him verbally.

When the elder surnamed Ye heard this, he immediately understood the purpose of the other party's two people. His expression changed and his face showed a look of alertness.

"Snatch it? How is it possible!" Ning Chen smiled and said, "How could I, the Confucian monk, do such robbery behavior? We are here to find you to solve the problem."

"Please talk, two of you." Yang Fan waited for the following article.

"You should know that the 'Strange Fragrance Jade Soul Flute' belongs to my Confucian treasure. There are records in ancient books about this matter. Far before the Immortal Qin, the Confucian sect had a great rise and the seven major musical instruments treasures belong to my Confucian treasures. For tens of thousands of years, there have been more than a dozen Confucian treasures in the sea of ​​Tianqin, which have returned to our Confucian and Taoist hands."

"The 'Strange Scented Jade Soul Flute' in your hand belongs to my Confucian school. We are just here to find our own things, how can it be considered robbery?" Ning Chen said with a smile.

After hearing this, Yang Fan was angry with his calmness.

After all, I still have to grab it, and I still say it so well-sounding.

"After all, you two want to come over and force the 'Seven-scent Jade Soul Flute'."

Yang Fan took a deep breath, suppressed his anger for the time being, and stared at the two of them coldly.

"It's not true, it's true. There are many records in ancient books about the 'Qixiang Jade Soul Flute' belonging to my Confucian School. It can be said that the evidence is as strong as a mountain. The little brother takes things that do not belong to him for himself. This is actually a robbery..."

What! I'm still a robber?

Yang Fan almost laughed, with a sneer and sarcastic look on his face.

Of course, it is clear who is the robber, but Confucian monks must put themselves at the commanding heights of morality when doing anything.

Yang Fan understood that Confucian monks were good at eloquence and were too lazy to be silenced with them. He said coldly: "I dare to ask the two seniors, what do you think if I don't hand over the 'Qixiang Jade Soul Flute'?"
To be continued...