Picked up a fairy island

Chapter 225 You have Zhang Liangji, I have a wall ladder

The two big altars were swept away.

Not a drop left.

Yang Fan smacked his lips, admiring the amount of the little boy who snatched his Ice Soul Brew, he didn't even feel like vomiting after drinking it, it was very strong, very strong!

At a glance, you can tell that it has been tempered all year round, otherwise I would not have this perseverance.

"Still leaving?" Yang Fan stared at the group of flame demon guards and said.

After the words were closed, the Flame Demon Guard quickly raised their heads, hurried out of the small shop, and drove the cart full of mummies away in a gloomy manner.

"Calculate!"

"Senior, what are you going to do? This is considered as the younger generation's filial piety to you." The shopkeeper said a little cautiously.

"Okay, it's only natural to pay the bill when you eat." Yang Fan raised his hand to refuse, then pretended to search in the storage, and finally took out a elixir and threw it on the table.

"The magic spar has been used up by the deity's retreat, and this return pill is regarded as food money!"

"Senior...Senior, you can't do it. The fried magic beans are not worth a few dollars. It's too expensive!" The shopkeeper said he couldn't do it, but his eyes were shining green. , he probably put away the pill long ago.

Yang Fan pondered for a while, put away the elixir, and looked at the shopkeeper with admiring eyes, "Yes, you are very good, if this is the case, then the deity will not be polite!"

Shut up and walk out of the shop.

"Senior...senior, I...I..." Seeing Yang Fan who had already walked out of the shop, the shopkeeper was stunned and wriggled his throat to say something, but he didn't dare to say it.

When he thought of the cheap talk just now and missed a pill, his heart suddenly seemed to be bleeding, and he raised his hand in regret and slapped himself twice.

Snapped!Snapped!
Yang Fan, who hadn't gone far, showed a strange smile when he heard the voice. After matching with his ferocious face at this time, the smile looked a little scary.

Let people who don't know think that he is going to kill him!

The purpose of this trip has been successfully concluded, everything that should be understood has been understood, and the next step is to find the way out.

On the way here, he thought, since some things and things in the Demon Abyss can be known to the outside world, then you don’t need to think about it. Someone must have successfully left here, otherwise how would it be known by outsiders, especially It is the heresy of Moyuan.

So, for him right now, there are only two options.

First, raise the realm and forcefully open a passage.

Second, honestly look for a way out.

Of these two options, Yang Fan decisively chose the latter.

The reason is very simple. First of all, let’s take the first option, which is to improve the realm. This is not to say that you can improve it, unless your luck is against the sky, and you can draw out a thousand or eight hundred strands of immortal energy, but this is obviously a dream. .

So without thinking about it, I know that the second option is the most suitable. It can not only travel through the abyss to gain knowledge, but also find a way out. Said that he walked sideways in Moyuan.

Of course, the Moyuan heresy is a big problem, and we need to be careful, or we will hide in the fairy island at that time.

Walking out of Demon Spirit Castle, just as he was about to leave, he saw Jia San kneeling on the ground with a plop.

"Jia San greets the master!"

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Jia San, "What's the matter?"

Jia San was stunned for a moment, then kowtowed and said, "Master, since Jia San is lucky enough to be your servant, then he should follow you and charge into battle, filial piety."

"No need!" Yang Fan smacked his lips and waved his hand to refuse, then thought for a while and said, "You have a heart, then this elixir will be rewarded to you."

After the words were closed, he took out the Huanyou Pill and threw it to Jia San.

"Ellite!? This..." Jia San was very excited, and when he was about to kowtow to thank Yang Fan, he saw a group of Flame Demon Guards suddenly walking out from the Demon Spirit Castle.

Among them, the little white-faced monk who drank urine was also there, and he was walking with a middle-aged demon cultivator pointing at Yang Fan while introducing him.

"Elder Rong, he's the one who bullied me!" The little white-faced demon cultivator said in a motherly voice, even showing a cute and pitiful look.

"Hmph, Nao Nao, don't worry, if he dares to bully you, then I'll take his skin and cramps to avenge you later." The middle-aged demon cultivator slapped the boy's ass hard, then glared viciously. Like Yang Fan.

"Boy, you dare to bully Laozi's favorite male slave. It seems that you don't know how to write dead!"

"Fuck, what are you doing?" Yang Fan was stunned after hearing this, and glanced back and forth at the middle-aged Moxiu and the little white-faced Moxiu with weird eyes, and then thought of something, so he couldn't help shivering.

Smacking his lips, motioned Jia San to step back.

Jia San was very sensible, and hurriedly pulled another guard away.

"You just asked how to write the word labor, capital and death, right?" Yang Fan took a deep breath, stared at him abruptly, and in the midst of a murderous aura, he shot suddenly, as fast as lightning. Only a middle-aged demon cultivator in the late stage of Nascent Soul Realm could react come over.

When he realized it, he realized that he was being carried like a chicken cub. What was even more frightening was that his ten fingers had been cut off, and blood was oozing out at the moment.

In short, it is full of blood.

"???"

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and everyone was stunned.

The domineering Elder Rong was killed in a flash?
"Okay!" At this moment, a demon cultivator couldn't help but clapped his hands and applauded, with resentment and anger in his eyes.

Yang Fan glanced at the demon cultivator who clapped his hands and applauded, and sighed in his heart, it seemed that he was another person who had been hurt by this Elder Rong.

"You just asked labor and capital how to write death, right? It just so happens that labor and capital really don't know how to write, come, write a few for labor and capital to see!" Yang Fan raised his hand and threw Elder Rong to the corner, then pointed at the city wall and shouted in a cold voice .

Elder Rong was about to cry, crying with a face as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit, raised his right hand with the fingers cut off, and began to write on the wall.

Soon, a bloody word 'blood' appeared on the city wall.

"It's too small, write bigger for labor and management!" Yang Fan shouted dissatisfied.

Elder Rong trembled in fright, and quickly raised his hand to write a larger one.

"No, it's too vague, write it again!"

Hearing this, Boss Rongchang put on a face and continued to write.

This time he wrote very seriously, one stroke at a time, and quickly wrote a large and clear blood character.

"Well, the writing is pretty good this time." Yang Fan said with satisfaction.

Elder Rong breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and when he was about to use his magic power to stop the bleeding, he saw Yang Fan speak again.

"According to this kind of words, write 1 words, and if you don't write enough, labor and capital will chop you up and feed you to monsters. Don't think about stealing and playing tricks. Labor and capital will watch you from the sidelines. Let's start!"

After the words were closed, Yang Fan took a few steps back, took out a chair from the storage with a wave and sat down.

Elder Rong's face turned pale, and his body trembled. If it was enough to write 1 words in blood, then I wonder if the blood on his body would be able to do it?
At this moment, a burly demon cultivator wearing a scarlet cloak suddenly appeared in front of Yang Fan.

"Fellow Daoist, can you let him go for the sake of my Balrog?"

Elder Rong was so excited that he seemed to be grabbing a life-saving straw, and when he was about to speak, he saw Yang Fan waved his right hand lightly, blowing his right leg to pieces.

Very brutal and merciless!
"What did you just say? Labor and management didn't hear clearly, can you repeat it?" Yang Fan squinted at the Balrog wearing a scarlet cloak in front of him and asked.

In the concept of the Mozu, strength determines everything, and everything else is shit.

Not to mention being in this demonic abyss, as long as one's own strength is strong, one has to be high-profile, otherwise one has to wait to be calculated by others.

And this Balrog is a person who likes to stab people in the back. Ever since he entered the Demon Spirit Fort, this guy has already found him, but he has been hiding his face from the beginning, and has been secretly watching. What are you planning.

Balrog thought that his surveillance was flawless, but he didn't know that he had already discovered it.

Besides, in Yang Fan's eyes, he really didn't take it seriously in the early stage of the spirit-slaying realm. If you can plan and plot against labor behind your back, then labor will just stand in the open and force you to show up.

Soon you will stand in front of the wall and write in blood!
(End of this chapter)