In Yang Fan's senses, the silver flying eagle crossed a mysterious arc in the void, and the window of the guest room where he was located was a contact point on its trajectory.

Shout!

The silver eagle paused slightly at the window, and a small white ball of paper fell into the window.

"It's ......"

Yang Fan acted very neatly, immediately opened the window, and took the small paper ball in his hand by a fraction.

And at this moment, the silver flying eagle circled in mid-air, letting out a loud chirp.

"This flying eagle is obviously not an ordinary thing, it is several times larger than an ordinary flying eagle, is it a demon beast?"

Yang Fan glanced faintly at the silver flying eagle in mid-air, and felt a life function several times more powerful than ordinary low-level cultivators from its body.

In the omniscient mode, Yang Fan immediately saw its level, this was indeed a demon beast, and it was also a second-level demon beast, and its strength was comparable to that of a contemplation stage cultivator.

Shout!

The sharp eagle eyes glanced at Yang Fan, and let out another chirp, as if he was in a hurry.

Yang Fan hurriedly unfolded the paper ball, and a few words were written on it: I have been injured, come and treat me.

There are two words on the inscription: Wushuang.

"Wushuang is actually injured?"

Yang Fan showed surprise on his face, with the strength of the other party, in the land of Kyoto, he could almost walk sideways, and now he was actually injured.

If it is an ordinary injury, according to the agreement, Wushuang can come to the door by himself and let Yang Fan treat it.

However, Wushuang did not come in person, but asked the silver eagle to come and deliver the letter, which shows how serious his injuries were.

"Protect the county lord and the medicine man, and kill that giant eagle!"

At this moment, dozens of palace guards appeared in the "Xinning Residence", and some of them were holding bows and arrows and shooting at the silver eagle in the sky.

Woohoo......

Dozens of sharp arrows slashed through the void with a cold light, like a drizzle towards the silver eagle cover.

Seeing this scene, a trace of mockery flashed in the silver eagle's eyes, and with a flick of his wings, an invisible wind was born out of thin air, slapping these sharp arrows down.

"It's not good, please come quickly, this flying eagle is not an ordinary thing, I'm afraid it's a legendary monster. ”

The guards panicked.

At first, when they saw that the eagle was so large that they were afraid that it would harm the people in the palace, they chased after it. And judging from the situation at this moment, this flying eagle is not only the same as the spirit, but also seems to be able to "witchcraft"

Chirp~

The silver eagle let out a loud chirp, and with a flick of its wings, several light silver blades slashed out of the void.

Stop it!

Yang Fan's figure flickered, and he came to the bottom of the flying eagle, and he sacrificed a medium-grade magic weapon-level flying sword in his hand, and lightly struck.

Knort! Knort!

Those light silver blades slashed at the flying sword one after another, and Yang Fan's body was shocked, and he retreated again and again, barely stabilizing his figure.

"It's so powerful...... Yang Fan was secretly shocked in his heart, his arm was numb for a while, and there were several subtle gaps left on the magic weapon in his hand.

Of course, in the blow just now, he only used mana that was close to the late stage of qi refining, otherwise he would not have damaged the magic weapon in his hand.

"Lead the way. Yang Fan said lightly, and said to the silver eagle.

Oh~

The silver eagle chirped again, turned into a silver shadow, and broke through the air.

Yang Fan shook his body and followed the silver eagle forward to "stroll".

Every step he takes, he can cross a distance of a few feet, which looks elegant and natural, and the range of movement is not large, it looks like a leisurely stroll.

"You...... Where are you going?"

As soon as Yang Fan walked out for a while, Hu Fei's voice suddenly came from the courtyard where he was: "Wait for me......"

"Hehe, you and I can stay within a mile. Yang Fan was slight, almost forgetting that he had a personal bodyguard.

"Good. Hu Fei followed behind him, but it was very relaxed.

"This flying eagle is a spirit animal, and his master knows me, so you can retreat. ”

While striding forward, Yang Fan glanced lightly at the palace guards who were at a loss, and said in a commanding tone.

"Yes, sir. ”

As if they had been granted amnesty, the guards immediately dispersed.

The flying eagle in the sky has a spiritual surname, and it keeps a certain distance from Yang Fan, but it does not leave his field of vision.

A moment later, one man and one eagle left the palace. Hu Fei lagged behind and did not approach.

Half an hour later, Silver Eagle took Yang Fan to an old area of Kyoto City, where the streets and alleys were crisscrossed and a large number of ordinary people lived.

At a certain moment, the silver eagle flew over an inconspicuous courtyard, circled abruptly, glanced at Yang Fan, and then entered the mansion.

"This is it?"

Yang Fan walked to the door, knocked lightly, and found that the door was hidden, so he walked in.

"You're finally here......" As soon as he entered the house, he heard a slightly weak voice.

Wushuang was kneeling cross-legged in a corner of the room, and when he opened his eyes, the white clothes on his body were tattered, and even had some burn marks.

"Is this your residence?" Yang Fan looked at the house, feeling that there was nothing special, just like an ordinary people's residence.

"No, it's just my temporary residence, and I gave the original owner some silver to stay here for a month. ”

Musou replied.

Chirp~

The silver giant eagle chirped, and leaned very obediently on Wushuang's side, as docile as a rabbit.

"Your injuries are really not light, it seems to be much worse than last time?"

Yang Fan stepped forward, squatted down, stretched out a hand, put it on his shoulder, and began to investigate.

Although he said so, Yang Fan was full of joy, the more serious the injury, the better it was for himself.

"How's it going, how long will it take to recover?"

Wushuang's slightly weak Dao.

"The destructive power of your body is so great, it seems that you have been attacked by thunder and lightning, and there are also fire spells......

Yang Fan muttered.

"You're almost as speculative," Wushuang sighed lightly, "The person who fought with me is a pervert who has mastered a terrible power of thunder and fire, and when he fights, he is quite crazy and not afraid of death. ”

"Thunder fire?" Yang Fan looked stunned.

He suddenly thought of Hu Fei, didn't this son master the power of thunder and fire? In Hu Fei's own words, it was his unique stunt "Red Xuan Thunder Fire".

"Who is fighting with you?" Yang Fan asked tentatively, he already had a guess in his heart, the person Wushuang was talking about was most likely Hu Fei.

"I don't know, but he's a madman. Wushuang sighed lightly: "The power of this son is beyond my imagination, if it wasn't for the last moment, I pulled out the sword, maybe I would have died at his hands by now." ”

"And what are his characteristics?"

Yang Fan had already begun to heal Wushuang, only to feel that his mana was "soaring", and his heart was extremely comfortable.

"Characteristics?" "Lookouts" "He's just a stammer." ”

Hearing this, Yang Fan sighed secretly in his heart: It seems that it is 100% nonsense.

As soon as he thought of Hu Fei in his heart, Yang Fan suddenly chuckled: Not good, isn't this guy his personal bodyguard?

"Hmph! you say...... Who...... Who's stammering!"

A voice filled with anger came.

(To be continued)