Transcending Tribulation Immortal Venerable

Chapter 941 Remember You
Zheng Fan had long seen the extraordinaryness of that exquisite iron box, but he was too lazy to compete with these people.

Now hearing the words of the Nine-Tailed Fox Qi Ling, I immediately understood in my heart.

Why did the nine-tailed fox spirit say that Zheng Jiayi was here, but he didn't see Zheng Jiayi's figure.

It turned out that Zheng Jiayi was hiding in the iron box, and the iron box was swallowed by this spiked steel pig.

Without any hesitation, Zheng Fan reached out and grabbed lightly in the void.

There was a buzzing sound.

The iron box that the middle-aged man was holding tightly, a huge force surged out, broke away from the middle-aged man's palm, and flew towards Zheng Fan.

He watched the exquisite iron box fly away, his eyes widened, and he said dissatisfiedly, "Give me back the treasure."

When the rest of the men saw the exquisite iron box flying towards Zheng Fan, they immediately stopped hating the middle-aged man and looked at Zheng Fan with red eyes.

"Leave the treasure, or don't blame us for being rude."

"Hurry up and hand over the treasure."

More than 20 men, with unkind eyes, completely lost their minds, and just wanted to hold the exquisite iron box in their hands.

Zheng Yuan looked at the words of these men and sneered, "Is this thing yours?"

More than 20 middle-aged men, listening to Zheng Fan's words, said: "This treasure is ours, but it was swallowed by this monster."

"Hurry up and return it to us now, otherwise you will have absolutely no benefit when the expert arrives."

They still didn't give up, hoping that Zheng Fan could hand over the treasure obediently.

Zheng Fan said in a cold tone, "Do you deserve to own this treasure?"

Listening to Zheng Fan's words, Xie Feifei was a little confused, not knowing what was in the iron box.

She looked at Zheng Fan and asked curiously, "Cousin-in-law, are you interested in this iron box?"

Zheng Fan said flatly, "Jiayi is here."

"What!" After hearing Zheng Fan's words, Xie Feifei was startled, she didn't expect Zheng Jiayi to hide here.

This iron box turned out to be the treasure mentioned by Tianxuan Palace Mistress Hua Wuque.

More than 20 men didn't care about the conversation between Zheng Fan and Xie Feifei.

In their minds, there is only the small iron box with exquisite workmanship.

Suddenly, a man shouted in surprise: "The master is here, the master is here."

The rest of the men, hearing these words, were still reluctant to take their eyes off Zheng Fan.

I'm afraid that if I look away from Zheng Fan, Zheng Fan and Xie Feifei will disappear.

A young Taoist in an old Taoist robe with disheveled hair but a clean face, holding a mahogany sword in his hand, walked slowly towards this side.

He looked at Xie Feifei and said with a chuckle: "Little girl, are you the saint Xie Feifei of Tianxuan Palace?"

Xie Feifei was stunned for a moment listening to the words of the young Taoist priest, but she didn't expect the Taoist priest to recognize her.

"Who are you? Why do you know me?" Xie Feifei asked curiously.

The young Taoist smiled and said, "Because of your Xuanbing physique."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zheng Fan, "As for who this is, Xiaodao really doesn't know."

While the young Taoist was speaking, his eyes kept falling on the lightly crafted iron box in Zheng Fan's hand.

Feeling the gaze of the young Taoist priest, Zheng Fan laughed and said, "Want? Take your life."

While he was speaking, he stored the delicate and compact wooden box into the magic weapon of storage.

Holding the mahogany sword in his hand, the young Taoist said with a smile, "I'm afraid the combined lives of all of you present are not enough to die."

While speaking, the mahogany sword in the young Taoist's hand, like an arrow leaving the string, rushed straight towards Zheng Fan's heart with the sound of piercing through the air.

When the mahogany sword flew towards Zheng Fan, a blood-red flame burned on the body of the sword made of mahogany.

This bloody red flame seemed to burn Zheng Fan directly into ashes, and its momentum was terrifying.

Zheng Fan looked at Taomu Jian and said with a sneer, "Little Taoist priest, let alone kill everyone present, you can't even hurt me."

After the words fell, Zheng Fan stretched his right hand into the void.

The imposing manner came rushing forward, and the flaming mahogany sword suddenly stagnated.

Looking at Zheng Fan's tricks, the young Taoist frowned slightly, and the smile on his face disappeared.

He didn't expect that he had underestimated this white-clothed man with his feet on the void.

But no matter how strong this white-clothed man is, he probably won't be much stronger.

Otherwise, how could Tianxuan Palace be destroyed by Heiyuan Palace.

The young Taoist quickly struck with both hands, and golden characters appeared all over his body.

Each character is condensed with pure spiritual power, carrying terrifying destructive power.

"Die to me!" The young Taoist priest's voice fell, and thousands of golden characters emerged from his body, like bullets, pouring towards Zheng Fan with bursts of roaring sound.

Wherever they passed along the way, the ground exploded one after another, and rubble was scattered everywhere.

Xie Feifei looked at the scene in front of her and knew that with her own means, she would definitely die.

She immediately hid behind Zheng Fan to avoid being endangered.

More than 20 middle-aged men, seeing the master in their mouths, displaying such supernatural powers, only felt their scalps go numb.

Their bodies instinctively retreated, staying away from this battlefield, avoiding being bombarded by the aftermath, and directly dying.

Zheng Fan looked calm, looked at the special supernatural powers displayed by the young Taoist priest, and slowly said: "Three thousand sword intents."

As the voice fell, behind Zheng Fan, long swords densely condensed with spiritual power emerged.

Every long sword has a dazzling light, and the blade trembles, ready to strike at any time.

After the golden characters of the young Taoist priest got closer and closer to Zheng Fan, behind Zheng Fan three thousand long swords of spiritual power bursting into the golden characters like a torrent of sword energy.

Rumble.

Bang bang bang.

Snapped.

All kinds of strange sounds resounded endlessly.

The void seems to be unable to withstand this kind of explosion, and distortions appear.

After the explosion is over.

There was not a single golden character left, and there were [-] long swords with condensed spiritual power, and there were still [-] long swords with spiritual power left, and they continued to shoot towards the young Taoist priest with undiminished power.

Zheng Fan looked at the young Taoist priest with a calm expression, and said lightly: "What else can I do?"

At this moment, the young Taoist priest only felt his scalp tingling. If he had known that this young man was so powerful, he shouldn't have come out in such a hurry.

Now that he has become an enemy with the other party, there is no room for retention.

"I am Wan Shixiong's guest, do you dare to kill me?" The young Taoist saw the sword energy approaching him, and reported his backer.

Hearing the name Wan Shixiong, Zheng Fan shook his head and said, "I've never heard of it."

The young Taoist did not expect that Zheng Fan had never even heard of the name Wan Shixiong.

He frowned, feeling extremely remorseful in his heart.

If I knew this scene would happen, I shouldn't have played with these savages before.

bang.

The sharp long sword pierced through the body of the young Taoist priest, turning his body into a hedgehog.

The young Taoist priest was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smirk, "Boy, I remember you."

After the words fell, there was a bang, the body of the young Taoist priest exploded, and a ball of white light flew towards the distance.

(End of this chapter)