In the entire Ancient Liang City, among the hundreds of thousands of monks, there were two existences that stood at the pinnacle of Northern Qin after all, and they sensed Yang Fan's soul root senses.

"What people!!"

In the underground secret room, the old man in white shirt and the old man in green robe shouted softly almost at the same time.

The old man in the white shirt had an old-fashioned complexion, and there was a strange blood mole on his forehead, which was the Blood Refining Ancestor.

Another old man in a green robe, with white hair, but fairy wind and bones, and his eyes are sharp.

In addition to the Blood Refining Old Man and the Lingxiao Sword Immortal, the identity of this person was also called out, it was the Taishang Patriarch of the Sanqing Sect, and the Sanqing Sanren.

In this small secret room, more than a dozen of the most powerful people in the Northern Qin high-level gathered.

Anyone on the field has cultivated at least above the middle stage of the Yuan Infant.

After the Blood Refining Ancestor and the Three Qing Dispersers drank lightly, they immediately unfolded their divine senses and scanned the surrounding area.

However, the strange feeling before disappeared without a trace.

The divine sense of the two of them is extremely powerful, and they can cover a radius of one hundred and eighty miles, and they have not even let go of the underground, but they have not detected any suspicious characters.

They didn't even find a clue.

In the secret room, the rest of the Yuan Infant high-level all showed shocked and puzzled looks.

It was clear that the two Primal Infant Monks were aware of being watched at the same time, but they didn't feel anything.

"Is it a delusion...... But unlikely. ”

If it is an illusion, it is impossible for two monks to have an illusion at the same time.

However, with their divine sense in the late Yuan Infant period, they couldn't spy on any clues, which was really shocking.

Could it be that the cultivation of the comer is so powerful that it has escaped the divine sense of the two major monks.

"Yu Daoyou, you go out to investigate, see if there are unknown people in this 'Ancient Liang City', and it is best to strictly investigate the monks who have been newly added in the past few days. ”

"Blood Refining Daoist Fellow rest assured, this matter will be handed over to me, since this person can peek into this underground secret room, then he must be in Guliang City. ”

This is a young man wearing purple scale chain armor with a slightly arrogant expression.

Even in front of the two Great Monks, his tone was still cold, and his voice was sonorous and confident.

The remaining dozen or so Yuanying powerhouses were somewhat jealous when their eyes fell on this person.

The purple shadow flickered, and the young man surnamed Nayu disappeared from the secret room, his figure like a ghost.

The old man of blood refining and the three clear people glanced at each other, nodded, and felt a lot more relieved, and seemed to be very optimistic about this person.

On the other side, Yang Fan's soul root senses were instantly retracted and let it merge with the earth.

When the soul root merges with the earth, the breath is completely hidden in the entire earth, regardless of each other.

In this case, even the powerhouses of the three major monk levels, under the repeated investigation of their divine sense, did not discover the existence of Yang Fan's soul root.

Yang Fan also secretly pinched a cold sweat in his heart.

Just now, his soul root traveled throughout the ancient Liang City, and his senses shrouded a radius of four or five hundred miles, and that kind of magical state of control made his self-confidence swell, so much so that the three major monks found out.

Moreover, there were many prohibitions in the secret room, and Yang Fan's soul root senses rashly snooped on, which made the Blood Refining Ancestor and the Sanqing Sanren have a sense.

However, Yang Fan did not give up.

This time, his soul root slowly approached the secret room, and his soul root senses also carefully unfolded, fitting in with the surrounding environment.

It is not difficult for Yang Fan to control the nature of life and the earth, and it is not difficult for Yang Fan to fit in with the surrounding environment.

Under the circumstance of careful and deliberate cover-up, Yang Fan's senses once again enveloped the entire underground secret room.

This time, neither the Blood Refining Ancestor nor the Three Qingsan people reacted.

It's just that the two are still a little unnatural.

Yang Fan used his senses to look at the Ling Xiao Sword Immortal sitting in the center of the secret room, and the wind was endless.

Feng Wujie originally looked like a young man, but at the moment he was full of white hair and his complexion was extremely poor, just like Yang Fan after he disbanded his work.

After understanding the situation, Yang Fan slowly withdrew the senses of the soul root and let the soul root return to his body.

The following night, Yang Fan closed his eyes and meditated.

On the second day, Elder Feng Xi came over to see Yang Fan, and said with a solemn face: "Fan'er, the three major monks still haven't come out, but someone has summoned you. ”

"Who?"

Yang Fan faintly caught a little tricky and worried from Elder Feng Xi's expression.

In private, Feng Xi, a gorgeous and beautiful woman, called him "Fan'er", but Yang Fan felt very natural.

First, this Elder Feng Xi is Deng Shiyao's master.

The two, the beautiful woman in front of her, is likely to be one of the women of her father's time.

No matter from that point of view, Feng Xi is Yang Fan's elder.

"Yulin. Feng Xi spit out two words lightly, with a hint of concern in his eyes, and admonished: "This person is not trivial, he has bad intentions, and everyone must deal with it carefully." ”

Yu Lin?

Yang Fan's eyebrows raised slightly.

The existence of the Dark Blood Dynasty allowed them to grasp the general trend of Northern Qin, and he had a certain understanding of the information of many famous and powerful people.

Yulin, this name, in the land of Northern Qin, can be described as thunderous.

Although he is only a casual cultivator, he has only been promoted to the high level of Yuanying for a hundred years.

However, in the past forty or fifty years, Yulin has become famous, and with its absolute strength, it has defeated the top three of the original top ten yuan infant powerhouses, ranking first among the top ten yuan infant powerhouses in Northern Qin.

In other words, in addition to the three major monks of Northern Qin, he has the highest strength and prestige.

There are rumors in the outside world that Yulin once challenged the three Qingsanren among the three major monks of Northern Qin, and no one witnessed the final victory.

But after the war, the Sanqing Sanren once praised: "The strength of this son is not trivial, one day in the future, it will be possible to become the new great monk of Northern Qin, and in another hundred years, Poor Dao may not be his opponent." ”

Since then, the name of Yulin has become the idol of many young talents in the Northern Qin Immortal Cultivation Realm.

And Yulin has achieved such an achievement, and it took only two hundred years to cultivate in order to approach the late Yuan Infant period.

To be able to achieve such an achievement in two hundred years is rare in the nearly 1,000 years of Northern Qin.

What he meant...... Let me go see him?"

There was a sneer in Yang Fan's eyes.

Summoned?

A mid-infant monk actually wanted to treat him with such an arrogant attitude.

Yang Fan participated in the war on this trip, and he might not even listen to the orders of the three major monks, let alone the summons of a mid-Yuan Infant monk?

"Fan'er, this Yulin is now in the hands of the 'Ancient Liang City', and under the three major monks, he should be the most powerful. ”

Feng Xi sighed bitterly, wanting to persuade Yang Fan not to be rash.

Yang Fan shook his head and smiled at her, "Has Elder Feng forgotten what I said? Although I promised to participate in the battle against the Barbarian Cultivators, I will not obey the dispatch. ”

Now it's good, a mid-Yuan Infant monk dares to order him in a condescending manner.

Yang Fan was decisive and did not accept the other party's summons.

At this moment, Hu Fei opened his sleepy eyes and happened to hear the conversation between the two.

"Hmph, if you want to talk, you also want that Yu Lin to come over in person to ask to see Boss Yang. ”

Hu Fei jumped up, his eyes widened, and he said arrogantly.

"Okay, I'll go and persuade Yu Daoyou. ”

Feng Xi smiled bitterly and left the room.

She knows very well the horror of Yang Fan and Hu Fei.

Feng Xi left, and after a while, he didn't come back.

"Boss Yang, if he dares to come, see how I teach him. ”

Hu Fei rubbed his hands, his eyes lit up with excitement.

That Yulin sounds very powerful, and it would be good if we could come over and "learn from each other" together.

Yang Fan smiled, and with a move of his mind, a fairy wearing palace clothes, beautiful faces, and a dignified temperament appeared beside him.

"The host was finally willing to let me out to breathe. ”

The phantom fairy smiled, staring at Yang Fan with bright eyes, as if she had some resentment.

"Huh?"

Hu Fei was startled, and with a guarded face: "You...... Are you?"

"This is my concubine, Phantom Daoist. ”

Yang Fan's introduction made Hu Fei put away his hostility, glanced at her, and said lazily: "It looks like a vase, and it definitely doesn't have much combat power." ”

When the phantom fairy heard this, she frowned, and when she felt the powerful aura on Hu Fei's body, she was a little afraid.

"What are you talking about?" Yang Fan glared at him.

"Ahh......h I said that this sister looks like a fairy. ”

Hu Fei immediately saw the wind and made the rudder.

In the past few decades, he has mixed with those ruffians in Wuliu Town, and under the influence of his ears and eyes, he has been somewhat tainted with some habits.

The phantom fairy covered her mouth and chuckled, and hurriedly served tea to Yang Fan and Hu Fei.

Then, she came to Yang Fan's side and beat his back obediently.

When she returned to Yuyang from Luoshan Kingdom, it has been forty or fifty years since the Phantom Spirit Fairy became a concubine.

During this period, Yang Fan spent most of her time in retreat and cultivation, while she stayed in the Xianhong space to help Yang Fan raise the Soul Devouring Heavenly Poisonous Scorpion.

Occasionally, Yang Fan also let her go out to take a breather.

Except that there is no freedom, a little loneliness, everything is fine with the phantom fairy.

Since Luo Shanguo's time, Yang Fan has never touched her body again for fifty years, and he is not an imaginary person who is obsessed with women.

During this period, Yang Fan also gave her some top-grade elixirs, and her cultivation improved quickly, and she was approaching the middle stage of the Yuan Infant.

Just when Yang Fan was enjoying the gentle massage of the Phantom Fairy and beating his back, there was a sudden discordant aura outside.

"Get out of the way. ”

A proud, cold voice came.

Then, a strange man broke in.

He was followed by an old man with a sixtieth birthday, an old woman.

This strange man stood proudly, with silver hair and windless automatics, wearing purple scale chain armor, and his face was angular.

It's just that the silver-haired man has a bit of arrogance on his face, and there is a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Who is it!!How dare you trespass!"

Hu Fei's face was hostile, his figure flashed, and he stopped the three of them at the door.

"In the lower Yulin. The silver-haired man's body released a piercing coldness, and his gaze swept coldly over several people, only to freeze a glance on the phantom fairy's face, and a trace of strange color flashed.

After that, a snow-white cold current lingered around him, and the bone-chilling air made Hu Fei shiver.

Rushing straight inside, the old man in the armor and the white-haired old woman followed closely behind, with a hostile expression.

At the same time, Yang Fan's divine senses captured the three or four high-level infants who had already been ambushed around this guest room, and his eyes swept away.

"The kid owes a beating. Hu Fei was furious, and slashed at Yu Lin with his palm.

Yu Lin snorted coldly, and the light of Bai Sensen's frozen gas burst out in his palm, and he struck Hu Fei together.

Bang!!

Yu Lin was shaken away, his face was surprised and nonsensical, his body was stiff, his blood was frozen, and he stood in place like a statue, motionless.