"Godfather, actually...... Actually, I didn't go to MIT, and I went to play in the past few years when I went abroad, and as for the graduation certificate and degree certificate, I spent money to buy them. Zhang Weiling lowered his head, swallowed, and did not dare to hide it.

Brother Ji gritted his teeth, and his face was so angry that he pulled out, Brother Ji picked up the baseball bat, couldn't help but say, and beckoned to Zhang Weiming's body.

"Zhang Weiling! I spent so much money for you to study, you are good, run around to play! You are like this, how can you be worthy of your dead father?!" Brother Ji turned pale, hated iron and steel, and sighed, as if he was ten years old.

All around, it was quiet like greetings, and I didn't dare to say much.

"Ahh

"Dead again!"

……

In the Brother Chicken Hotel, there was a sudden burst of screams, Brother Chicken frowned slightly, and hurriedly looked out of the window, only to find that at the gate of the Brother Chicken Hotel, there were five or six corpses with fierce eyes lying horizontally.

Doodle~

At this time, Yang Fan's mobile phone rang suddenly, Yang Fan took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and found that it was a call from Huang Xinghai.

"Hey, Mr. Yang, you leave Binhai immediately, and I'll send someone to pick you up." As soon as Yang Fan connected the phone, Huang Xinghai's nervous voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Teacher Yang, just now, Binhai died another 10,000 people, and that Zhao Daxian has already said that he will come to Binhai today and personally come to take Master Yang's life. "Huang Xinghai has investigated Yang Fan, and naturally knows that Master Binhai Yang is Yang Fan.

"Hehe, Master Yang, I, Zhao Immortal, came to look for you, do you want to avoid it without fighting?" At this time, outside the Brother Ji Hotel, a low shout suddenly came.

Yang Fan looked out the window and found that outside the Chicken Brother Hotel, above the Qingshui Sea, a middle-aged man wearing a Qing robe, holding a yellowed ancient book in his left hand, a judge brush in his right hand, and a long beard, stepped on the golden light Buddha lotus and came in the air.

Around the man, there was a faint green light, ghosts and monsters were all over the sky, hundreds of ghosts walked at night, and the yin qi was everywhere, and where he passed, the surface of the sea of clear water was actually a faint thin ice!

"Teacher Yang, why don't you speak? Are you okay? I'll let someone pick you up now!" Yang Fan has a lot of science and technology in his hands, these science and technology are enough to make Huaguo rise rapidly and catch up with other big powers, Huang Xinghai naturally values Yang Fan very much, and puts Yang Fan's life safety first.

"I'm afraid it's too late. Yang Fan looked out the window calmly, then hung up the phone and took it back.

In the void, the man flipped the yellowed ancient book with one hand, and the judge's brush in his hand waved lightly, and shouted loudly: "Master Yang, if you avoid and don't fight, I, Zhao Immortal, will kill all the people in Binhai!"

After speaking, the judge's brush in Zhao Xianren's hand lightly swiped on the yellowed ancient books, and suddenly, outside the Brother Ji Hotel, there were countless people whose eyes rolled and fell to the ground.

"It turned out to be the art of the Book of Death. Yang Fan looked up at the Zhao Immortal in the void, but his eyes fell on the yellowed ancient book in Zhao Immortal's hand.

The art of the book of death is the beginning of the construction of the underworld, and the book of people is turned into a book of life and death.

The book of life and death records the life span of people in the world, which can determine life and death, and can suppress luck.

The art of the Book of the Dead is to collect the eight characters of the corresponding person's birth date and hair, and refine it into a Book of Death, trapping his soul and determining his fate.

Of course, the dead books refined through the art of dead books are like clouds and mud different from human books, and they are thousands of miles apart.

But a dead letter can detain people's souls, and it can write the fate of others within a minute.

However, Yang Fan was puzzled in his heart, the art of the Book of Death was created by Yang Fan, and Yang Fan only taught it to the people of the underworld, how did Zhao Xianren know?

"Master Yang, since you don't come out to fight me, then I will kill all the people in Binhai!" Zhao Daxian held the death book in one hand and the judge's brush in the other, and with a wave of his big hand, outside the Brother Ji Hotel, the crowd was constantly detained, their eyes rolled white, and they died on the ground.

"Master Yang, please come out!"

"Master Yang, help!"

……

The entire coastal area, screaming and wailing all over the field, the crowd looked in horror at the Zhao Immortals who stepped on the golden light Buddha lotus in the void.

Even Fang Tiantian, Zhang Weiling and the others were in a cold sweat, and their trembling turtles shrank into the corner.

Yang Fan shook his head and sighed lightly, stepping out with his negative hand, if the dragon rose into the air, around his body, the golden dragon circled, and there was a faint dragon chant.

Yang Fan swayed up, standing in the air, his clothes were windless, and he looked at Zhao Xianren calmly.

"Master Yang, you are finally willing to come out. The corners of Zhao Xianren's mouth hooked up a cruel smile, and he looked at Yang Fan playfully: "Master Yang, you killed my apprentice Zhang Lehe and Zeng You, today, I will kill you!"

As he spoke, Zhao Xianren made a move with one hand, and the hundred ghosts behind him turned into a yin wind, giggling, and swept towards Yang Fan.

"Break!" Yang Fan flipped his palm lightly, took out a heavenly thunder talisman, turned into a streamer, the thunderclouds rolled, and all the ghosts were destroyed, and the faint golden light merit also slowly poured into Yang Fan's body, so that Yang Fan's cultivation increased again.

"Sure enough, it is worthy of Master Binhai Yang. Zhao Xianren sneered at the corner of his mouth, and after putting away the dead book and the judge's pen, his hands quickly sealed, and he shouted in a low voice: "Fire Phoenix Technique!"

Snort!

In front of Zhao Xianren, a fiery phoenix that exuded a scorching temperature and blazing flames suddenly appeared, and then screamed and swept towards Yang Fan.

"Earth Immortal Realm Third Order. Yang Fan was secretly shocked in his heart, he never expected that Zhao Immortal's cultivation would reach such a height.

At the same time, Yang Fan looked at the fire phoenix that was coming towards him with great interest.

The technique of the fire phoenix was also created by Yang Fan, and Yang Fan really couldn't understand why Zhao Xianren could even create the technique of the fire phoenix he created.

Shaking his head, Yang Fan didn't think much about it, his hands quickly sealed, and he snorted coldly: "Fire Phoenix Technique!"

Rumble!

In front of Yang Fan, the scorching fire was flourishing, the flames soared into the sky, and the fire phoenix turned into covered the sky and the sun, instantly covering the fire phoenix of Zhao Xianren, and then castrated unabated, blasting towards Zhao Xianren.

The technique of taking things from the air!" Zhao Xianren frowned, his eyes narrowed slightly, and when he reached out and grabbed it, a towering green mountain appeared in front of Zhao Xianren strangely.

And by the Qingshui Sea, a majestic green mountain that originally stood disappeared strangely, as if it had never appeared.

Boom!

The fire phoenix slammed into the green mountain, the sand and stones filled the sky, the smoke and dust were everywhere, and the scorching breath spread around.

"You can even use the Fire Phoenix Technique!" Zhao Xianren's eyebrows moved slightly, and he exclaimed.

However, Yang Fan also looked at Zhao Xianren with curiosity, the technique of taking things from the air was also created by Yang Fan, how could this Zhao Immortal also have this trick?

(End of chapter)