"Huh, where have the people gone?"

The eighth uncle walked into the courtyard with a few ruffians, but he didn't see Yang Fan's shadow.

It can be said that when Yang Fan entered with his front foot, they immediately followed, and it was impossible not to see a single figure.

"Search for me!"

A cold light flashed in the eighth uncle's eyes, and he let the three ruffians enter the courtyard to search.

If it were normal times, even if they were given a hundred guts, they would not dare to be so presumptuous.

However, today is a special day of the "Wentian Conference", and most of the children of the family have gone to participate in the "Wentian Conference". What's more, on the first day, they lost their mana and became a wasted person, which made them have no scruples.

"Ahh

There was a sudden scream in the courtyard, and the two fifteen or sixteen-year-old maids were frightened when they saw a few fierce ruffians.

These two maids are usually responsible for Yang Fan's daily life. In the family, there are definitely no more than five children of the family who can enjoy such treatment.

"Hey...... The little girl is not bad-looking!"

The three ruffians suddenly became lustful and forced these two ordinary maids.

As ruffians, their lives are not as glamorous as they seem, and they are often full and hungry. Yangjiabao is still a relatively regulated place, and they usually tease the women of their mother's family at most.

Now when I see these two maids in a middle-of-the-road posture, I am hungry and thirsty.

"You guys, hurry up and get down to business for me, fuck, I haven't touched a woman in eight lifetimes......"

The eighth uncle scolded angrily.

"Yes, yes, Uncle Eight. ”

The three ruffians hurriedly agreed and began to carefully investigate in this courtyard.

"You two maids, have you ever seen your master?"

The eighth uncle stared coldly at the two frightened and trembling maids.

"Big ...... My lord, we have never seen our master come back. ”

One of the maids said in a trembling voice.

"Hmph, if you don't tell where your master is hiding, I'll hand you over to the three of them hungry perverts, and you can imagine what the consequences will be......"

The eighth uncle looked gloomy and threatened.

"Please let us go......"

"We really didn't see the host come back...... He's gone to the 'Asking the Heavens Conference'!"

The two maids cried in fright.

The eighth uncle couldn't help but look thoughtful.

"Eighth uncle, we have searched all the corners, but there are no clues. Well, however, we found some valuable items in this house. ”

A moment later, three ruffians came to report, holding some antique calligraphy and paintings, jade vase books and the like, looking like they were returning with a full load.

"You ......"

The eighth uncle's face turned pale: "I asked you to come to find someone, not to steal things, and I won't change my surname." ”

Bang Dang!

The three ruffians looked aggrieved and threw these bottles and cans to the ground.

"I dare to conclude that this Yang Fan is still hiding in this courtyard......"

Uncle Eight's eyes began to inspect all corners of the courtyard.

"Could it be ......" Uncle Eighth suddenly thought of a possibility, and immediately said to himself: "Impossible...... He lost all his mana, and it stands to reason that he couldn't cast spells. ”

Thinking of this, the eighth uncle suddenly stood in place, inhaled concentratingly, crossed his hands, and typed a few formulas, resulting in a wave of aura fluctuations on his body.

Suddenly, there was an extra light in the eighth uncle's eyes.

This is a spell commonly used by low-level monks, the Spiritual Eye Technique.

Through the Spiritual Eye, the monk can see things that are invisible to the naked eye, such as ghosts and spirits.

At the same time, the Spirit Eye Technique also has a certain concealment effect.

"Alas...... You are asking for your own suffering. ”

At this moment, a man's voice came from the door of the annex.

Yang Fan's figure appeared, he sighed, and then closed the courtyard door.

Squeak!

The courtyard door is closed.

"Master!"

The two maids said with a look of surprise.

"You...... You're here!"

The eighth uncle showed a look of astonishment, and when he saw Yang Fan closing the door, he suddenly felt a little bad in his heart.

"You three, rush up and hit him!"

The eighth uncle shouted.

"Up!"

The three ruffians approached Yang Fan.

"Hehe, you three mortals, dare to do it to me?"

Yang Fan stood in front of the door and said calmly.

"Ahh

These three ruffians, intimidated by Yang Fan's usual prestige, suddenly stopped and looked hesitant.

"You three, what are you afraid of? He is now a paper tiger with all his mana. Give it to me, and when the deed is done, each of you will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver. ”

The eighth uncle said coldly in the back, his eyes flickering, and he began to look at the calm Yang Fan.

"Yes, Eighth Uncle!"

As soon as the three ruffians heard the reward of "one hundred taels of silver", they immediately felt excited, like eating expired viagra, the fear in their hearts suddenly dissipated, and they were not afraid of life and death and forced towards Yang Fan.

"Are you really not afraid of death, and listen to his instigation?"

Yang Fan was happy, the light in his eyes flickered, and he slowly raised a hand, and a faint oppressive momentum came.

"Ahh

The three ruffians exclaimed in surprise and rushed to a place half a meter away from Yang Fan, their bodies froze and did not dare to move.

Because Yang Fan at this moment has a master's demeanor.

Although he lost his mana, with the help of the green land of the "Immortal Space", he had the powerful physical body of a Condensation Stage monk, which was much stronger than ordinary people.

"You three useless ......"

Uncle Eight almost vomited blood.

Bang!

Suddenly, Yang Fan punched out and knocked the nearest ruffian out of the air.

The force was so great that the ruffian lay on the ground, dying, and a blood stain overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The other two ruffians were suddenly frightened, and they didn't know what was wrong.

Boom!

Yang Fan swept over and knocked down the remaining two ruffians.

I only heard a "click", and the legs of the two ruffians were broken.

In less than three breaths before and after, Yang Fan crippled the three ruffians.

"This ...... How is this possible?"

The eighth uncle's face was bloodless, and he looked at this "first waste wood in the family" in disbelief.

He never expected that after the dispersal of his work, Yang Fan still had a good body of force, which was enough to deal with a group of rabble.

"Tell me, who sent you?"

Yang Fan's gaze was aggressive, as sharp as a knife.

"You...... Don't you think I'm afraid of you, a wasted person who has lost his mana, I don't take you seriously yet!"

The eighth uncle said sharply, and stepped back as he spoke.

"Hahaha...... You, a beginner monk in the early stage of qi refining, dare to get an axe in front of me. Before, I stretched out my fingers and I could kill you. ”

Yang Fan said with a long smile.

"Hmph, even if you don't say it, Yang knows who instructed you to come. ”

Yang Fan's body approached the eighth uncle little by little, which brought him great pressure.

"The mastermind behind the scenes, is it Li Fatzi's idiot. A strange smile appeared on Yang Fan's face.

"You ......"

The eighth uncle exclaimed, his face changed in shock, obviously being broken by Yang Fan's words.

"You stand, I'm going to shoot if you come again!"

The eighth uncle looked frightened, the spiritual light in his hand flickered, and the surrounding fire spiritual power suddenly became active, gradually condensing into a fire bomb.

"Hehe, to perform a fire bomb technique, you need this half a day. ”

Yang Fan sneered and mocked, it seems that this eighth uncle is also a half-hung immortal cultivator.

An extra talisman suddenly appeared in his hand, and he bit his finger, and blood splattered onto the talisman seal.

Immediately, he let out a low shout, and the talisman seal in his hand shot out, turning into a fire bomb in the sky, hitting the eighth uncle first.

Boom!

The eighth uncle's body suddenly burst into flames, rolling and screaming on the ground.

Yang Fan looked at Eighth Uncle with a cold face, and took out a few talismans from his body.

"Spare your life, your lord!"

The flames on the eighth uncle's body were extinguished a little, and when he saw Yang Fan's movements, he couldn't help crying.

"Say, what am I going to do with you lackeys?"

Yang Fan is so tidy.