Chapter 502 Yang Fan comes out of seclusion

Time passes by, fifty years pass by.

When the nine barbarian tribes invaded the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin with an overwhelming advantage, they were invincible.

A nearly forgotten person finally came out of seclusion.

After fifty years, perhaps only some people still remember his past deeds.

This person is Yang Fan.

One retreat, fifty years.

Even for high-level monks, it's quite long.

This is also the longest time that Yang Fan has been in seclusion since he practiced.

However, in Yang Fan's feeling, the fifty years passed so quickly.

That feeling was like the dream of last night.

Immersed in cultivation, my soul roots were completely integrated into the earth, and my mind was focused, and my cultivation progress was extremely strange.

Huh~~

Yang Fan took a deep breath, and before his eyes were opened, he slowly stood up. A breeze gently stroked his body and blew away the dust.

When the thick dirt and dust dissipated, Yang Fan's fair and jade-like skin was revealed, and then a little more yellow crystalline color appeared, without losing the sense of power.

"In fifty years, the promotion to Yangen's mid-term is much faster than I thought."

Yang Fan then slowly opened his eyes, and a bright luster flashed in his deep eyes, full of wisdom, enlightenment, and sigh.

As Yang Fan originally expected, the promotion period of the Gengen period could only be practiced in a conventional way, which may take a hundred years.

After a hundred years, the progress seems to be very slow, but it is not.

Most of the old monsters in the Nascent Soul have a thousand-year life span. It is very difficult for each time they are promoted to a small realm without great perseverance and great opportunities.

Just like the great elder of the Ye family in Tianleyuan, who lived for thousands of years and his cultivation was still in his early stages.

After reaching the level of the Nascent Soul, it is extremely difficult to reach a small level.

Otherwise, the thirteen Kingdoms of Northern Qin would not have only three great Nascent Soul monks.

It originally took a hundred years, but now it only took fifty years. Yang Fan was surprised.

He vaguely felt that the reason why the cultivation progress was shortened by half was related to the Stone-breaking Sword when he killed the Sanyou Old Demon.

The sword that transcends the ages to death contains too profound secrets, allowing Yang Fan to reincarnate from life to death and then from death to destroy the enemy with one sword.

After experiencing that cycle of life and death, Yang Fan greatly increased his spiritual level and faintly touched the threshold of Yangen's mid-stage.

Therefore, it took only fifty years to enter the middle stage of Yangen.

Huh~~~

Yang Fan vomited another breath of turbid air, and he vomited half a cup of tea.

The turbid air was filled with yellow and green light, containing a disgusting aura.

Through these fifty years of cultivation, the soul roots in the body have grown stronger again.

Originally, the heart meridians turned into soul roots, and after reaching this level, the meridians in the body were completely integrated with the soul roots.

In this way, Yang Fan could burst out terrible earth spirit power when he moved, and integrate the earth spirit power.

The spiritual consciousness slowly expanded, covering an area of ​​180 miles at once.

One hundred and eighty miles.

If the other Nascent Soul Powers knew this, they would be extremely shocked.

Because at the high level of the Nascent Soul, only the late-stage great monks have such powerful spiritual consciousness.

In other words, in terms of Yang Fan's spiritual power, he can be comparable to that of the Nascent Soul Cultivator.

As for how much his strength has improved, no one can estimate it.

Even Yang Fan himself didn't know how much strength he had.

When the spiritual consciousness covered the radius of 180 miles, Yang Fan showed a look of surprise.

It was not because of the intensity of his spiritual consciousness, but because of the changes near Wuliu Town.

He suddenly discovered that there were many immortal cultivators coming and going near Wuliu Town.

Swallowing!

The magic weapon escape light flashed and shuttled through Wuliu Town.

The number of immortal cultivators is even greater than that of mortals.

He couldn't help but wonder: Is this Wuliu Town where mortals gather?

Under the cover of spiritual consciousness, Yang Fan saw many familiar faces.

Hu Fei, who was dozing off under a certain roof, could not retreat from Lin Zhong, who had been promoted to the level of Jindan cultivator, and Luo Yan and his son who were diligent in taking care of the clinic...

There are many people, but Yang Fan did not see them.

Everyone has their own life and interprets their own life process.

Yang Fan examines the millions of creatures in this picture-like world from an angle that seems to be standing outside the painting.

This is an indescribable height and vision, which makes him have various insights into the great way and life.

Walking out of the secret room of the clinic, Yang Fan came to the entrance of the clinic.

The font on the plaque looks even more ancient and vicissitudes of life, and it has the thick traces of time.

"Master...Master!" A young man in white next to him saw Yang Fan and quickly greeted him, with admiration and surprise in his eyes.

He came out of seclusion...

Luo Xiang's heartbeat was accelerating, and he could not even describe his feelings at this moment.

This majestic figure in front of him has never taken a step out of the clinic for fifty years, and he seems to have become a truly intouchable legend.

"Luo Xiang?" Yang Fan recognized this young man in white. When he returned to Northern Qin, he was arrogant and rude, arrogant and had a bad impression.

"Teacher Yang."

Another old man with flower hair walked up to Yang Fan and bowed respectfully.

It turned out to be Luo Xiang's father Luo Yan.

Luo Xiang realized that he had forgotten the etiquette.

thump!

He knelt on the ground and said respectfully: "Congratulations to Master for coming out of seclusion and his magical powers are accomplished."

"Great power?" Yang Fan laughed, his eyes filled with joy: "Get up."

He could sense the admiration and respect of these two people for themselves from the bottom of their hearts.

Luo Yan is Zheng Xiaoman's dual-cultivation partner. At this moment, he looks like a fifty-year-old man. His cultivation is at the Great Perfection of Foundation Building, and he is still half a step away from the advanced level of the Golden Elixir.

Luo Xiang has a good talent, but he has also practiced to the Great Perfection of Foundation Building.

"Yes, Master." Luo Xiang quickly stood up and said with a little surprise: "Master, Master, you may not know that many major events have happened in the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty over the past few decades. The "Black Wind Demon Emperor" has led the nine barbarian tribes and has occupied half of the territory of the Thirteen Kingdoms."

"So quickly?" Yang Fan was slightly surprised: "Are the three great monks of the Northern Qin Dynasty all ate free rice?"

"Master, you don't know that the fourth Nascent Soul Cultivator was born decades ago by the nine barbarians. The most terrifying thing is the "Black Wind Demon Emperor". I heard that in the entire Northern Qin Dynasty, no one can defeat him head-on..."

Luo Xiang said it very vigorously, with a hint of excitement in his eyes:

"Master, now you have come out of seclusion, and the entire Thirteen Kingdoms of Northern Qin are saved. I'm afraid you can only compete with the Black Wind Demon Emperor."

"Haha, who told you all this?" Yang Fan's lips pursed slightly: "How can you judge that I can compete with the Black Wind Demon Emperor, and even the three Nascent Soul Cultivators can't do it, why can I do it?"

He did not think that a low-level monk could easily know so many secrets, and also included many speculations.

"These are all told by Grandpa Lin." Luo Xiang's face turned slightly red and he was a little embarrassed.

"Xiang'er, don't talk nonsense in front of the master, do you have any etiquette?"

Luo Yan glared at Luo Xiang fiercely.

Luo Xiang shrank his neck and immediately shut up.

Yang Fan walked with his hands behind his back and walked to the inner hall again. Luo Yan and his son followed closely, like servants.

"What's going on in Wuliu Town? There are so many immortal cultivators?"

Yang Fan asked.

Luo Yan quickly replied: "The Immortal City Plan is fully launched. Wuliu Town is the only gathering place for mortals in the 'Immortal City'. However, there are still many immortal cultivators staying and passing by here."

"So that's it." Yang Fan nodded, and a hint of expectation appeared on his face: "I don't know what stage the Xiancheng plan has reached."

Soon, his mind and mind merged into the Xianhong space.
To be continued...