It's late at night.

It was the spring equinox and it was drizzling.

The cliff of Bihu Villa has not changed in the slightest when Yang Fan first came, whenever Yang Fan feels lonely or in a bad mood, he will come here to relax, and now it is the same, the only difference is that Yang Fan has grown up now, and there is still a small wind, one person, one beast and two living treasures are lying on the edge of the cliff in the rain.

Xiaofeng also knew that Yang Fan was in a bad mood at this time, so he didn't bother him, but stayed quietly by Yang Fan's side.

"Little wind. Yang Fan suddenly shouted.

Xiao Feng looked at Yang Fan suspiciously.

"Do you know, Father, they think I'm just a simple body cultivator, but they don't know that I can now double cultivate the Dharma body, it's not that I can't condense the true qi, it's just those true ......."

"Maybe it's time to say that it's spiritual power, those spiritual powers are also scattered all over the body, and if it really starts, it doesn't necessarily mean that I will be inferior to him, but before the words are finished, I was rejected by my father, and I didn't even give me a chance. He said to himself.

"If I don't go to this ancestor of the Mo family, my father won't be able to deal with them. ”

"After all, the gap between the Yuan Infant Stage and the Yudan Period is too big, but I am different, after all, the dual cultivation of the Dharma Body, I am confident that if I face the Mo Family Ancestor, even if I am not defeated, I will be able to retreat with my whole body. ”

"That's right, Xiaofeng, let's go, if nothing else, just to verify the results of our cultivation and meet this ancestor of the Mo family. The more Yang Fan spoke, the brighter his eyes became, and then he was full of enthusiasm and pulled the breeze and flew towards the imperial capital.

......

In the imperial palace of the Song Dynasty.

"Smack!"

The whole house inside was smashed.

"Get out, get out, you, you, and you, all get out of me, what's the use of raising you?" Mo Di listened to the people below report to him one after another news that was unfavorable to the Great Song Dynasty, and finally couldn't hold back his anger anymore.

"The emperor is angry, no matter how presumptuous Yang Dinglong is, he will not make the emperor angry, you are the Ninth Five-Year Emperor, he is just a prince given by the first emperor. A father-in-law who specializes in serving Modi said flatteringly.

"The First Emperor?"

"Smack!" Mo Di suddenly slapped him and said angrily: "The old ancestor is not dead, you dare to blaspheme the old ancestor in a rebellious way?

"Ah, the emperor spares his life!"

"The villain knows that he is wrong. ”

"The emperor spares his life!

......

After a while, after the palace was quiet, a needle drop could be heard, and everyone didn't dare to take a breath, for fear of angering the people in front of them again.

But they don't dare to anger the emperor, it doesn't mean that others don't dare.

"Bang! The door to the main hall opened with a bang.

The hall was silent, the needle drop could be heard, and everyone's eyes were focused on the person who suddenly appeared, and it was Yang Fan.

"Who is Mo Di?" Yang Fan looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on a middle-aged man in a dragon robe with a fat body.

"Are you Modi?" Yang Fan asked uncertainly.

"Bold, dare to call the emperor by his name, come on, kill him!" A eunuch felt that this was the time for meritorious service, and pointed at Yang Fan in a shrill voice and shouted.

"Ahh Escort! Escort!" Mo Di was also taken aback by Yang Fan's appearance.

Putting aside Yang Fan's cultivation in the Dan period, coupled with the dual cultivation of the Dharma Body, how did the people here find out about Yang Fan's cultivation, they just thought that Yang Fan had inadvertently trespassed, and did not realize that the crisis had arrived.

"Da-da-da-da. The sound of neat and rapid footsteps came, quickly surrounding Yang Fan's inner and outer three layers, it seemed that as long as Yang Fan had any light moves, all the Zhan Ge would be stabbed in the first place.

In the face of such a battle, Yang Fan was not afraid at all, after all, he had experienced it once in the Ming Dynasty before, and most of these people had not reached the acquired realm.

"Looks like you're Modi. Yang Fan ignored the guards, and in a flash, his figure came to Mo Di, grabbed his shoulders and flew towards the outside of the main hall.

"Come on, it's not good, it's not good! go and invite the ancestor!" The eunuch saw that Mo Di was directly taken away by Yang Fan, and the guards below were ignored by Yang Fan, even if he didn't have any brains, he knew that this person was no longer something they could deal with, and said without thinking at the moment.

"No need, the old man is already here. A figure suddenly appeared in front of the door of the main hall, looking at the sky from afar, in the direction where Yang Fan had fled.

"Meet the Ancestor!"

"Meet the Ancestor!"

......

Everyone inside and outside the hall was also excited to see that this legendary ancestor of the Mo family finally appeared.

According to legend, the ancestors of the Mo family have always ruled the world with benevolence and virtue, and all the people in the world are admired, and the kings of neighboring countries near and far also have a very high opinion of this.

This is the ancestor of the Mo family, Mo Zhiyuan.

But when it came to Mo Di, it made the entire Song people dare to be angry and dare not speak, and the people complained and complained.

It was also at this time that there began to be signs of unveiling the rod in various parts of the Song Kingdom, but Yang Dinglong was just on the cusp of the storm.

This is the current situation of the Song Kingdom.

"Ancestor, Emperor. The emperor of him. I don't know who it is... The Prime Minister of Song was about to say something, but was interrupted by Mo Zhiyuan: "Can't I see it?"

Mo Zhiyuan turned his head to look at these kneeling courtiers, pointed at them and scolded: "Let you assist the emperor, you look at what you have done, it is strange that the Song Kingdom is not destroyed in your hands!"

"The sin of the minister deserves death!"

"Ministers deserve death!"

In addition to the prime minister, several ministers are also complaining in their hearts at the moment, but there is nothing they can do.

"Hmph, I'll clean you up when I come back. Mo Zhiyuan snorted coldly, and then chased in the direction where Yang Fan left.

......

Yang Fan grabbed Mo Di and didn't go far, but stopped by a lake outside the city, and Mo Di only clicked on his acupuncture points, not worrying that he would escape.

After about a quarter of an hour's effort, Yang Fan's eyes lit up, and his figure flashed, and Mo Zhiyuan appeared in front of Yang Fan's eyes, it seemed that Yang Fan had already known that Mo Zhiyuan would chase after him, and he had been waiting here for a long time.

"Whew. Whining.. Woo!" Mo Di saw the old ancestor coming, and finally couldn't bear it, and wanted to scream but couldn't.

"Shut up. Mo Zhiyuan glanced at Mo Di and said lightly.

Then he looked at Yang Fan again, and found that Yang Fan was younger than he imagined, but he already had the cultivation of the Dan stage, which couldn't help but surprise him, but after thinking about it, he was in the Yuan Infant stage, and then he was relieved.

Mo Zhiyuan pointed at Mo Di and asked, "Why did you take away my descendants?"

Mo Zhiyuan understood that in front of immortal cultivators, the emperor of the mortal world was no different from an ant, so he no longer regarded himself as a royal family.

"Revenge. Yang Fan's words were short, but to the point.

"What revenge?" Mo Zhiyuan heard inexplicably.

"Revenge for killing your mother!" Yang Fan said coldly.

"Huh?" Mo Zhiyuan frowned when he heard this, glanced at Mo Di, and asked Yang Fan hesitantly, "How are you doing?"

"Kill it quickly!" Yang Fan said softly.

"But you only have the Dan period, and with me, you can't kill him. Mo Zhiyuan said proudly as he held the Yuan Infant Cultivation.

Then he chuckled and said, "Or, you can call out all your comrades, so that you still have a chance." ”

"Huh. Yang Fan laughed for no reason after hearing Mo Zhiyuan's words, but he didn't speculate for more than half a sentence, there was nothing to say, and he said angrily: "Then let's see the real chapter under your hands!"

"Hmph, I don't know how to do it... It's so fast!"

Before Mo Zhiyuan finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yang Fan's next move.

"Lion Fist!"

"Boom!"

Mo Zhiyuan's figure flashed, and he quickly moved ten zhang away, the shock in his eyes was beyond words, and his heart was like a stormy nuclear wave, the body cultivation of the Dan period!

"Cut. Yang Fan pursed his lips and looked at Mo Zhiyuan, feeling that this Yuan Infant was not as strong as he imagined, and he really couldn't understand why his father was so wary of him.

"Wait!" Mo Zhiyuan saw that Yang Fan was about to step forward, and hurriedly stopped.

"Huh?" Yang Fan was stunned and looked at Mo Zhiyuan puzzled.

"Little friend, I don't know where you learned, how can you resolve the misunderstanding here?" Mo Zhiyuan asked tentatively.

"Hmph!" After seeing the cruelty of the cultivation realm, Yang Fan didn't bother to explain, so he snorted coldly and continued to attack Mo Zhiyuan, making a fierce move, which caught Mo Zhiyuan off guard.

If it weren't for the fact that he had the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Period, I am afraid that he would have died in Huangquan a long time ago, plus he had been in a high position for a long time, he had not touched anyone for many years, and he was more and more shocked at this moment, but he was helpless.

However, Mo Zhiyuan was a strong man in the Yuan Infant Stage after all, and he quickly adapted to Yang Fan's rhythm, but it was just to adapt.

"Loose hands!" Yang Fan snorted softly.

Suddenly, the space within ten zhang fluctuated violently, Mo Zhiyuan was shocked, and before he had time to think about it, an extra flying sword suddenly appeared in his hand and attacked Yang Fan, but he frantically reversed backwards.

"Boom!" Before the flying sword hit Yang Fan, he was deflected by the spatial fluctuations, and immediately after Mo Zhiyuan left the spatial fluctuation range, what appeared in front of him was that the trees below turned into powder, the lake water showed a concave shape, and the surrounding water was also evaporated countless times.

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Mo Zhiyuan's forehead, looking at Yang Fan's posture, he couldn't be good today.

Mo Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and said: "Xiaoyou and slow down, I am the deacon of Hao Tuzong, although I am the ancestor of the Mo family, but I don't want my descendants to commit the crime of anger Xiaoyou, even if Xiaoyou comes from thousands of miles to seek revenge, I hope Xiaoyou will not look at the face of the monk and see the face of the Buddha, this matter will be stopped, I don't know what Xiaoyou wants?"

"If I kill you now, will you stop there?" Yang Fan asked rhetorically.

"This... Mo Zhiyuan was speechless for a while, and then a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes and he said: "So, Xiaoyou doesn't take my Hao Tuzong in his eyes?"

"Hao Tuzong? Yang Fan pouted and said: "Cut, the strong man in the infancy of the dignified Yuan actually threatened my junior, you, the ancestor of the Mo family, are really going back more and more, look at this Zihao Tuzong is just some unpopular sects, what a big nose." ”

"You!

"You, looking for death!" Mo Zhiyuan was killed by Yang Fan's words.

Originally, it was already disgraceful for the Yuan Infant to make a move on the Dan Period, but he knew very little about physical cultivation, so he was in a passive position in the confrontation of Fang Cai.

At this moment, he was provoked by Yang Fan again, and the last fig leaf on his face was completely torn off, completely ignoring any decency and image, as long as he killed the young man in front of him, everything would be fine.

After speaking, Mo Zhiyuan flew towards the sky, and three flying swords were condensed in front of him, which were his natal flying swords, and they were also the sons and mothers of the sword.

After determining to distance himself from Yang Fan for a certain distance, Mo Zhiyuan pinched his hands, quickly recited some unknown spells in his mouth and pointed at Yang Fan.

Mo Zhiyuan's idea was very simple, that is, he planned to use a long-range attack to consume Yang Fan.

I have to say that this idea did have a certain effect, at first Yang Fan also planned to fight Mo Zhiyuan in close quarters, but the three flying swords under Mo Zhiyuan's control Yang Fan didn't even have a chance to get close.

Whenever Yang Fan avoided the flying sword, he would take the opportunity to try to get close to Mo Zhiyuan, but every time he would be noticed by Mo Zhiyuan, and then quickly flew away, always keeping a certain distance from Yang Fan.

As Mo Zhiyuan expected, Yang Fan's freehand style can only play a role within a fixed range.

However, Mo Zhiyuan still underestimated Yang Fan, and in the process of Yang Fan's continuous evasion, it also had a certain numbing effect on Mo Zhiyuan.

Mo Zhiyuan looked at Yang Fan like this, he could dodge, and if he couldn't, he resisted, his brows furrowed, he gritted his teeth, and pinched with both hands.

The three flying swords suddenly forcibly merged into one, and the sword body also flashed with a chilling glow.

And the combined sword also looks much more agile, and under Mo Zhiyuan's control, the speed has also become faster, and the power is even more amazing.

Yang Fan, who was still thinking a little carefully, had to avoid the edge for the time being.

"Zheng!"

"Huh, that's fast!"

Despite Yang Fan's best efforts to dodge, he was still cut through some of his skin by this sword.

After the three swords were combined, the speed and power increased several times, but this was also a huge consumption for Mo Zhiyuan, but at this moment, Mo Zhiyuan was only thinking about how to fight quickly, but he didn't think about so many consequences.

However, although the consumption is amazing, it still has some effect, and soon Yang Fan has more than a few swords in his body.

Yang Fan's eyes were sharp, and he also knew that it was a war of attrition now, but blindly dodging like this was also not a way.

I gritted my teeth and fought hard.

Yang Fan suddenly stretched out his right hand and opened his five fingers to Mo Zhiyuan and shouted softly: "Meteor catches the moon!"

"Whew!"

"What?"

Yang Fan fought hard to catch the moon with a sword.

Mo Zhiyuan was shocked, a huge black hole suddenly appeared in front of him, which frightened him and hurriedly retreated, but what surprised him even more was that he suddenly found that his actions had become very difficult.

It was as if every movement had become hundreds of times heavier, and the more the mana was activated, the more terrifying the consumption became.

It's just that a wave has not settled, and a wave has risen, Mo Zhiyuan has not been shocked, and a huge meteorite that surprised him even more slowly enlarged from the black hole and appeared in front of his eyes.

"Jade Sword, and!" At this moment, Mo Zhiyuan couldn't control Yang Fan so much, and hurriedly put away the Jade Sword, which was entangled with Yang Fan, to fight against the huge meteorite that appeared in front of him.

"Boom!"

The jade beard sword was bounced away, and the meteorite descended slowly, and then paused and continued to blast towards Mo Zhiyuan, and then Mo Zhiyuan only felt that his body was light, but he quickly regained gravity.

This couldn't help but make his eyes shine, seeing that this meteorite was getting closer and closer to him, he knew that he didn't have many opportunities, only this time.

"And!!" Mo Zhiyuan said with a loud shout.

"Boom!"

The jade beard sword and the meteorite collided again, and sure enough, as he expected, the meteorite paused, the flying sword was bounced away, and then his body was light, and Mo Zhiyuan took this opportunity to decisively use the secret method to move out ten zhang away.

It's just that he was fast, Yang Fan was faster, and he didn't think so much about it at the time, so he came to him and played a free hand style.

"Boom!"

The violent fluctuations in space, coupled with the gravity of the meteorite, caught him off guard, but in an instant, Mo Zhiyuan's figure also dissipated.

"Huh, remnant!"

Yang Fan felt that something was wrong with the way the figure dissipated, and looked around and found that Mo Zhiyuan was indeed not dead.

"Brush!"

"Poof!"

The figure next to Mo Di flashed, Mo Zhiyuan appeared beside him, spit out a mouthful of blood, glanced at Mo Di, and said to Yang Fan hatefully: "I've fought enough, and I will pay the corresponding price, how about Xiaoyou just give up?"

At this moment, Mo Zhiyuan has broken a left arm, and he has escaped with a secret method, I believe that the price he paid is not small, at this moment he knows that even if he wants to escape, he may not be able to avoid Yang Fan's pursuit, so he simply seeks peace openly.

Yang Fan was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "No, the revenge has not been avenged, why should you stop talking." ”

glanced at Mo Di coldly and pointed at him and said, "To him, I just won't die, if you stop it again, even you will clean it up." ”

"The old man is already a person who has most of his body in the ground, and the old man really can't do anything about you. Mo Zhiyuan sighed softly, and then his words suddenly became sharp: "But as long as the old man doesn't die today, aren't you afraid of the revenge that I and the entire sect will take on you and your family in the future?"

If it was before, Yang Fan would definitely be suppressed by such words.

But now, this really doesn't scare Yang Fan.

"Hmph, I'm afraid, but I don't believe you're not afraid of my revenge!" Yang Fan said coldly.

"And, speaking of revenge, the entire palace is mostly your royal family and descendants, you will be more afraid than me, hehe!" Yang Fan suddenly remembered something, and the more he spoke, the brighter his eyes became, and there was a kind of ruffian who was barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes.

"Then what do you want?" Mo Zhiyuan asked coldly.

Yang Fan thought for a while and said, "That's it, since we have scruples about each other, why don't we let others decide Mo Di's life and death?"

"This... No!" Mo Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows at the corners of his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then shook his head and said no.

"You have no choice, I hate him to the core, and you will definitely pay a greater price to protect him!" Yang Fan said.

"Who do you want to decide?" Mo Zhiyuan was said by Yang Fan, and he just hit his vital point, although the fire in his heart had exploded, but he was helpless.

"Yang Dinglong, King of Zhennan!" Yang Fan said leisurely as if he had expected his decision.

"Huh?" Mo Zhiyuan was a little surprised, glanced at Mo Di, and when he saw Mo Di's expression, he instantly understood.

"It's up to you. After being silent for a long time, Mo Zhiyuan finally spit out two words.

"Hmm. Yang Fan answered and looked at Mo Zhiyuan quietly.

And Mo Zhiyuan also glanced at Yang Fan deeply, and then grabbed Mo Di and flew towards Chuzhou.

......

The mansion of the king of the south of Chuzhou Town.

"Lord Wang, according to reliable sources, Mo Di was kidnapped by a mysterious powerhouse, it is said... It is said that this incident has alarmed the founding emperor of the imperial family, Mo Zhiyuan!" Li Kui hurriedly ran to Yang Dinglong and said, although he also realized that he had lost his temper, but it didn't matter if such an important thing happened.

"What?" Yang Dinglong also stood up suddenly, this news is indeed too exciting, even Yang Dinglong.

Although it has been three days since this incident, the court is trying its best to suppress this matter, but after all, paper can't contain the fire, and it was finally probed by someone with a heart.

"Do you know who did it?" Yang Dinglong took a deep breath, tried his best to calm down, and said slowly.

"It is said that he is a young strong man and an immortal, but it is unknown why he robbed Modi. Li Kui shook his head and said softly.

"Hmph, it turns out that you have long been disobedient, and you really disappointed this seat!"

A voice came from far and near, and as soon as the words fell, several figures appeared in front of Yang Dinglong and the others.

Yang Dinglong, Li Kui and the others looked at the people with a big change in their faces, and the two of them were overwhelmed by Mo Zhiyuan's coercion, and cold sweat couldn't help but flow down their foreheads.

"Humph!"

"Brush!" Yang Fan's figure flashed, directly blocking in front of Yang Dinglong and the two.

"Don't worry, Father, he won't do anything to you. Yang Fan said.

"Fan'er, get out of the way, this is the master of the Yuan Infant Stage! It's not you... Yang Dinglong came back to his senses and said hurriedly.

The figure wanted to step forward to block Yang Fan behind him, but was stopped by Yang Fan.

Yang Fan turned his back to Yang Dinglong and said: "This is indeed the master of the Yuan Infant Period, it is the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, the ancestor of the Mo family." ”

"You... ！”

"Shhh

Yang Dinglong and Li Kui were so shocked that they couldn't speak, they both gasped, speechless.

"Father, Fan'er?" Mo Zhiyuan looked at Yang Fan in surprise.

Then he shifted his attention to Yang Dinglong, looked up and down and asked, "You are the king of Zhennan of this generation?"

Forced by Mo Zhiyuan's cultivation and identity, Yang Dinglong calmed down for a long time and looked at Mo Zhiyuan, thinking about how to respond to him, and inadvertently saw Mo Zhiyuan's broken left arm, although the blood had dried up, but the blood was still there, Yang Dinglong was shocked again, he couldn't help but glance at Yang Fan, suppressed the shock in his heart, and replied to Mo Zhiyuan with neither humility nor arrogance: "Yang Dinglong, the sixth generation of the younger generation of Zhennan King, has seen his predecessors!"

"The sixth generation? Time flies. Mo Zhiyuan sighed for a while, as if time had returned to the past, and his eyes were full of reminiscence.

Then Mo Zhiyuan said: "Yang Dinglong, you gave birth to a good son." ”

"This... Yang Dinglong hesitated: "But the dog is in trouble again?"

"Well, if it's just trouble, that's fine. Mo Zhiyuan then said: "Yours. . . ”

"Gossip so much, long story short, hum!" Yang Fan didn't want to see Mo Zhiyuan's martial arts appearance, so he interrupted Mo Zhiyuan and said.

"You!" Mo Zhiyuan was so angry by Yang Fan's words that he flicked his sleeves and was about to attack, but considering the distance from Yang Fan, he was afraid that he would have another kind of terrifying space fluctuation within a radius of ten zhang.

Considering this, he had to quickly calm down and hum, "Say it yourself." ”