Nian Wei's expression was solemn, and she suddenly felt that this matter was tricky.

None of the three Yuanying high-level in front of him looked simple, Hu Fei and ** Xi were both Yuanying Zhongsi monks, especially the former, the violent and terrifying aura was no less than that of the powerhouses in the late Yuanying period.

And what really shocked her was that the man in the green jade brocade robe was actually the real Yuanying Great Cultivator.

Yang Fan did not conceal his cultivation, and the aura on his body was relatively restrained, and when he sensed it in the distance, he could only vaguely identify it as the Yuanying high-level.

Only when you get closer, you will find that this person's cultivation is a great monk who is not one in a hundred in the Yuan infancy.

"These three people are menacing, coming to me, Sanling Mountain", what is the intention? Nian Wei was secretly frightened, and her posture immediately became much more respectful.

"Hmph, is it true, Sanxianmen, guests are not welcome, sending so many people out, do you want to fight?" Hu Fei crossed his hands on his hips, said domineeringly, and glared at her fiercely.

Nian Wei's delicate body couldn't help but tremble, and when the other party glared at her, she suddenly had the illusion of being stripped naked, like a helpless lamb.

"Hu Fei, don't be rude, we came to Sanling Mountain to ask for help. Yang Fan said lightly.

Hu Fei snorted, restrained his breath, and said no more.

Nian Wei breathed a long sigh of relief, the palace skirt on her back was almost soaked, and she felt the horror of the monkey-haired monster.

And this monkey-haired strange man, to the elegant young man beside him, obeyed his words, and looked at the head, which couldn't help but make her guess the identity of this person.

"Dare to ask the three, respect the name. Nian Wei asked cautiously.

At this time, the other two Yao Ying, one or twenty Jindan high-ranking people, did not dare to say anything, and there was a dead silence on the field.

Only Nian Wei spoke hard.

"Under the surname Yang. Yang Fan just said lightly, he didn't have any good feelings or even a trace of disgust for Nian Wei.

At the beginning, in Deng Shiyao's cave mansion, he heard this woman talk about matchmaking and persuaded Shiyao to marry his brother Nian Bing.

"It turned out to be Yang Daoyou. Nian Wei forced a smile: "If the three of you have something, you can train the three spirits first", and let the great elder of my sect come out to discuss with you. That's exactly what I mean. Yang Fan nodded, and entered Sanling Mountain with Nianwei and the others.

Revisiting the old place, he felt emotional.

At the same time, the soul root senses, fused and controlled the entire Sanling Mountain, and did not find Deng Shiyao.

Yang Fan was slightly disappointed.

After a while, Nian Wei arranged Yang Fan and the three of them into a hall.

Later, the three little girls went to the Great Elder. Nian Wei bowed and retired.

It wasn't until she walked out of the hall that Nian Wei was relieved and hurriedly got up to find the Great Elder of the Three Sages Sect.

Quickly came to a secluded cave in Sanling Mountain, took out a white jade talisman, broke the prohibition and walked in quickly.

The inside of the cave is full of birds and flowers, the scenery is pleasant, and an old Confucian in a purple robe with a majestic demeanor, holding a ring ruler, is teaching knowledge to a white-faced Confucian student.

"Sister, why are you here?" the white-faced Confucian hurriedly got up and said in surprise.

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator's demeanor eased slightly, and his eyes swept Nian Wei and asked, "Wei'er, what's going on so panicked." There was a hint of blame in the words of the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator, they were all Yuanying-level monks, but they were not calm at all in terms of handling things.

"Grandpa, there are three mysterious Yuanying monks, who suddenly descended on Sanling Mountain, and they are menacing, I can't wait to deal with it......" Nian Wei said urgently.

"Isn't it just the three Yuanying Cultivators, what are you afraid of?" The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator's face sank.

"Grandpa, among those three, there is a Yuanying Great Cultivator, whose strength is unfathomable......" Nian Wei hurriedly explained.

"Yuanying Grand Cultivator?" the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator's face became solemn and asked, "What is that person's name?" He claimed to be surnamed Yang. "Surname Yang?" The purple-robed old Confucian Xiu Meiyu jumped suddenly, his divine sense swept Sanling Mountain, and he exclaimed: "It seems to be him!!" "Grandpa, do you know him?" Nian Wei said in surprise.

The purple-robed old Confucian Xiu suddenly raised his hand, and a picture scroll appeared in front of him, in which there was an elegant young man holding a jade flute in his hand, with an indifferent expression.

"It's him..."Nian Wei exclaimed, and immediately recognized the identity of the man in the painting, who was the Yuanying Grand Monk who received him shortly after.

"Grandpa, this painting is too realistic, who wrote it?" Nian Wei stared at the scroll, her eyes rippling with color.

Many Confucian monks are good at calligraphy and painting, and she is also a master of this, but after seeing this painting, she can't help but admire.

It's just that although the man in this painting is lifelike and lifelike, he is too indifferent in charm. Nian Wei frowned again.

Compared with the man in the painting, the difference between Yang Fan and the man in the painting is Shen Yun, who is too cold.

"Since it is a painting, it naturally expresses people's feelings and paranoia. The purple-robed old Confucian Xiu smiled indifferently.

"So who made this painting?" Nian Wei was still curious, and couldn't help but ask again and again.

The purple-robed old Confucian Xiu didn't answer, put away the painting, and muttered: "She has confessed that if the person in this painting comes to look for her in the future, don't explain her whereabouts." "It's her," ...... Nian Wei exclaimed.

When the white-faced Confucian heard this, he suddenly understood, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes: "Grandpa, the person in this painting, is it Shi Yao's cultivation, Taishang's forgetfulness, the man he loved before, and now that person has found Sanling Mountain." "Yes, that's it. The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator nodded: "It's just that I didn't expect that he would actually cultivate to the late Yuan Infant stage."

"Late Yuan Infant?" the white-faced Confucian clasped his hands, his eyes trembled, and he looked jealous and unwilling.

"Hmph, what about the late Yuanying period? I, Sanling Mountain, Sanxian Sect, are the head, there are four major Confucian sects in charge, there are more than a dozen strong Yuanying people, and one or two hundred other high-level people, how can they be afraid of him and only three people?" The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator's eyes were as sharp as a sword, not angry and self-threatening, and a powerful momentum flashed away in the cave, making Nian Wei and the white-faced Confucian feel a chill in their hearts.

When the white-faced Confucian heard this, he was slightly overjoyed: "Grandpa, I, Sanxianmen, as the first sect of Confucianism in the Inland Sea, how can I let him wait for two or three Yuanying high-level to come over and spread wild, you must make them look good", "Nian Bing, you don't have to be rash, Shi Yao has already forgotten the secret of Taishang, and cultivated to a point that no one has reached for 10,000 years and is irreversible", Nian Wei solemnly admonished, her mind was more careful and calm.

It turned out that this white-faced Confucian was her younger brother Nian Bing, who was infatuated with Deng Shiyao to catch up with the past, and Nian Wei had repeatedly persuaded Deng Shiyao to give up the "Taishang Forgetting Love Trick" and married a double monk with his brother Nian Bing, all of which ended in failure.

Even at this moment, Nian Bing still had a trace of obsession in his heart, and he refused to rest assured, how could he not be hostile when he heard that the man he loved before Deng Shiyao had arrived at "Sanling Mountain".

"Hehe, I would like to meet this person in person to see what kind of skills he has, so that a rare woman like Shi Yao has always remembered him", a smile appeared on the corner of the purple-robed old Confucian Xiu's mouth.

"Grandpa, you ......" Nian Wei looked like she wanted to speak.

"Nian Wei, you are very thoughtful about doing things, grandpa understands", the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator stroked his beard and smiled: "However, looking at the Tianqin Inland Sea, I, the Sanxian Sect, no longer need to be afraid of any forces and strong people", Nian Wei pondered silently, and Nian Bing's face was happy: "Grandpa, you want to seek justice for Shi Yao, the child is very disgusted with such a person who has no human feelings", "Don't worry, you can go with me", the purple-robed old Confucian Xiu was full of confidence and left the cave with Nian Bing Nianwei.

Yang Fan and the three of them waited in the hall for a long time, but no one came to receive them.

"Boss Yang, we have been sitting here for a long time and no one has come to take care of it, this, Sanxianmen, didn't you take us to heart", Hu Fei couldn't help but get up suddenly, grinning and said: "If that's the case, don't blame Hu Ye for demolishing his island", "Don't be impatient", Yang Fan said calmly: "It's only half a cup of tea", ** Xixiu's eyes smiled, quiet and soft, and he was not in a hurry at all, pursed his lips and chuckled: "Since you arrived in the Inland Sea, you have been so anxious" , Indeed, it is very appropriate to use monkey urgency to accommodate Hu Fei.

Yang Fan couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, and almost didn't laugh.

Just when the two of them were joking, there were footsteps outside, and a total of seven or eight people walked in, all of them Yuanying powerhouses.

Among them, walking in the front is a purple-robed old Confucian cultivator with a majestic expression, there is a pair of men and women on the left and right beside him, and their facial contours are somewhat similar, obviously brothers, naturally they are the brothers and sisters of Nian Bing Nianwei.

Yang Fan's eyes swept lightly, and he immediately guessed the identities of the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator and the white-faced scholar.

The purple-robed old Confucian Xiu's eyes were like electricity, and he swept the three of them coldly, but he still couldn't hide the surprise on his face.

Yang Fan, any of the three of them, is extremely eye-catching, not to mention that the three of them are together.

The white-faced Confucian Nian Bing looked hostile, and when he looked at the three of them, he was quickly attracted by the natural beauty of ** Xi, his heartbeat accelerated slightly, and the hostility in his heart was transformed into strong unwillingness and jealousy: Why is God so unfair? ?

Why can this person be so blessed, not only can he get the deep love of a Confucian woman like Deng Shiyao, but also have this perfect Taoist couple around him?

Nian Bing was full of jealousy, unwillingness, and anger and hostility.

The thought in his heart flickered, and at a certain moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he had a plan, secretly applauding, and his eyebrows danced.

Most of Yang Fan's mind was looking at the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator, who was also a Yuanying Great Cultivator, and when he swept over his body, his face showed a strange look.

"Yang is just an ordinary passerby, he came to Sanling Mountain, just to ask for one thing, he won't stay for a long time, why does Guishan need to mobilize the people, is this the way of hospitality?" Yang Fan got up, his eyes scanned the seven or eight senior Yuanying on the field, and his voice was calm.

Sanlingshan did this, obviously wanting to oppress Yang Fan and the other three from the prestige.

"Daoyou said and laughed, only in this way can I show me, the three spirits" to the grand welcome of distant guests.

What's more, as your Excellency Yuanying Grand Monk, anywhere in the Inland Sea, you will be treated as a guest", the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator looked righteous and stern.

Yang Fan muttered to himself in his heart: This Confucian monk, he really likes this set, and he has to put himself on the moral high ground in everything he does. "Yang doesn't talk nonsense, straight to the point, I came to visit on this trip, Sanxianmen" just to inquire about one person" "Stop!" The purple-robed old Confucian Xiu coldly interrupted Yang Fan's words: k, the old man knows who you want to inquire about, but with all due respect, I have promised before that I will never reveal her whereabouts" "If you don't have other problems, Sanlingshan will not welcome you, send off guests" The purple-robed old Confucian Xiu waved his sleeves lightly, signaled to send off the guests, and swept the floor out.

Yang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, is this old guy bent on embarrassing the three of them?