Picked up a fairy island

Chapter 68

"Loose cultivator Yang Fan is here!"

Hearing the word Sanxiu, Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, spit out the Shuiyang bagasse in his mouth, and stared at the disciple of the Yin Lingzong who sent the message.

Your sister, what's the matter with you?Didn't this Great Immortal tell you to shout 'Heaven, Earth, Universe, Eight Desolations, I am the only one who respects the world's strongest Immortal Yang'?But what do you mean by calling me a casual cultivator?
Chewed the Shuiyang sugarcane hard, forget it, I am not as knowledgeable as you.

In the main hall of the Yin Lingzong, when Yin Lingzi heard the word Yang Fan, his eyes lit up suddenly, as if he was about to meet an old friend he hadn't seen for decades, his old face flushed with excitement.

"Quick, hurry up and invite Fellow Daoist Yang to come in. Forget it, I will go to greet you in person." Yin Lingzi strode out of the hall, leaving all the sects dumbfounded.

what's the situation?Who is this Yang Fan, who actually made the head of the sect look like his grandfather had come.

But even if his own grandpa is present, it can't keep us all here, right?After all, we are also big figures in the world of cultivating immortals on Earth!
Arrogant, extremely arrogant.

This is the voice of the first and second-rate sects at this time.

At the gate of the Yin Lingzong, Yang Fan stared at the messenger disciple with wide eyes, spitting out Shuiyang bagasse from his mouth from time to time.

Puff ~ puff ~
"Friend Daoist Yang!"

At this moment, a voice sounded.

Yang Fan turned his head and saw that the person who came was an old man dressed in a gray Taoist robe, with a curly head and hairpin, who looked like a fairy.

"You are?" Yang Fan asked after chewing a mouthful of Shuiyang sugarcane.

"Yang Daoyou, I, Yin Lingzi, have you forgotten? This is the spirit weapon you refined for me." Yin Lingzi shook the spirit sword hanging on his waist twice while speaking.

"Ha, it turns out to be Sect Master Yin, I'm sorry and disrespectful." Yang Fan quickly put away the Shuiyang sugarcane and saluted.

"Hey, where is it, coming here is like going back to your own home, hurry up, please come inside."

While chatting and laughing, Yin Lingzi took Yang Fan back to the main hall and added another seat beside his.

This action immediately made those sects who came to participate in the ancestor worship ceremony stunned, and all turned their attention to Yang Fan.

Some people even whispered about Yang Fan's identity among each other.

"Sect Master Yin, don't you want to introduce this fellow Taoist to us all?" Elder Chi Xiao of Wanjianmen said with a smile.

The others followed suit.

Seeing this, Yin Lingzi turned his head to look at Yang Fan, only to see him nodding his head slightly.

"Ahem." Yin Lingzi cleared his throat, glanced at the crowd, pointed to Yang Fan and said, "This is a well-known master craftsman in the world of immortal cultivation on Earth... Yang Fan, my spirit sword was made by Master Yang ,and…"

"Cough cough." Hearing this, Yang Fan quickly coughed lightly, indicating that Yin Lingzi's introduction is fine, otherwise he was afraid that he would drift away if he continued.

Everyone in the sects became uneasy when they heard this, master craftsman?real or fake?
You must know that the spirit sword on Yin Lingzi's waist is not of ordinary grade, and this kind of spirit weapon is already a top-level spirit weapon in the world of immortal cultivation on earth, and it is still handed down from the ancestors. There are only one or two first- and second-rate sects, and as for the remaining small sects, you may have never seen them.

But now someone told them that someone in the world of cultivating immortals on the earth can actually refine the eighth-rank yellow spirit weapon. This is like a depth bomb exploded.

"Hehe, Sect Master Yin really likes to make jokes. He just pulls out someone and calls him a master of crafting." Shushan swordsman squinted at Yang Fan, closed his eyes and meditated.

Damn, is this great immortal being despised?

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows, but after thinking that today is the Yinlingzong ancestor worship ceremony, he pretended not to hear, took out a piece of Shuiyang sugarcane and started chewing.

Seeing Yang Fan like this, Jian Renqiang was even more disdainful, hehe, even this kind of thing is worthy of being a craftsman?Not to mention the refining of the eighth-rank Huang rank spiritual weapon.

Seeing this, Kunlun, Longhushan and other sects also regarded this matter as a joke and forgot about it.

Only the real Puhui of Emei stared at Yang Fan and thought again and again.

Seeing Yang Fan being despised by others, Yin Lingzi felt a little unhappy immediately, and he thought he should do something.

"Do you all think that what the suzerain said just now is a joke?" Yin Lingzi glanced at everyone, and suddenly took out the spirit sword from his waist.

Clang!
The spirit sword was unsheathed, and the sharp sword light flashed across.

"Look, everyone." Yin Lingzi pointed to the word 'Yang' on the blade.

Seeing this, everyone turned their attention to Yang Fan who was spitting out Shuiyang bagasse.

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, your sister, I am so embarrassed to spit scum!
At this time, Pratt Hui looked at Yang Fan with brighter eyes. If there were not so many people here, she would have rushed forward with her impatience.

"Hehe, there are a lot of people surnamed Yang in the world. Besides, if there is such a master craftsman surnamed Yang in the world of cultivating immortals, how could I not know about it? Sect Master Yin, stop joking. When will the ancestor worship ceremony start?" ?” Ren Qiang, the Shushan Sword, squinted his eyes and said with a look that he didn’t want to be beaten.

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows again, Nima, did I offend you?Run on me everywhere?It seems that if I don't show you some color, I really don't know why the blood rose blooms so brilliantly.

Hehe, foundation building?Spicy chicken!

Yin Lingzi's old face turned green, even if you are a first-class sect, labor and capital are still the master of the sect anyway, and in front of so many people, do you want to be harsh when you speak?
If you weren't from Mount Shu, the sect would have killed you, you pretending to be a criminal, shit.

"Sect Master Yin, today is the Grand Ceremony of the Ancestral Worship of the Ancestor, and he came down abruptly, and there is no good gift to give. Fortunately, he refined a spirit puppet a few days ago, so he simply regarded it as a gift. I hope Sect Master Yin will not dislike it. "

While Yang Fan was speaking, he squinted at Shushan's Jian Renqiang, and waved his hand to take out the female spirit puppet he specially refined for this time from the storage.

As soon as the spirit puppet came out, everyone looked stunned for a moment, and then they were extremely weird, and some quickly covered their faces.

"Ahem." Yin Lingzi poked Yang Fan's shoulder in shame.

"Sect Master Yin, this puppet is quite full..." Yang Fan stretched out his hand and patted the puppet beside him while speaking.

I wipe, what is so soft?

Yang Fan paused, turned his head to look at the puppet, I wiped it, but I forgot to put on my clothes, it was so embarrassing.

"Mistake, mistake, hehe."

He took out a suit of clothes and waved his hands over the puppet, then in order to ease the embarrassment, he quickly introduced the puppet.

"Ahem, I just made a mistake just now, please don't think too much about it, okay, let's stop talking nonsense and go straight to the dry stuff.

This spirit puppet has been improved repeatedly by me, and now it has a combination of attack and defense, specifically... the power is almost between the ninth and tenth levels of Qi training, but..."

Speaking of this, Yang Fan glanced at everyone, especially Jian Renqiang, and continued, "The biggest feature of this puppet is that it can be equipped with a spiritual bomb. With a spiritual bomb, its power is close to that of Qi training. The second floor, even if it is used well, the skin will fade in the early stage of foundation establishment.

Of course, when you hear this, you will probably ask what the spirit bomb is. "

Under everyone's bewildered and serious eyes, Yang Fan took out a spirit bomb and installed it in the spirit puppet.

"Sect Master Yin, find a place."

Yin Lingzi stared at the puppet with fiery eyes, "Go, go to the training ground."

drill field.

First of all, Yang Fan gave the command to warm up the puppet. Of course, he said it was a warm-up, but he checked it again. After finding that there was no problem, he glanced at everyone confidently.

"attack!"

Following the order, the spirit puppet first performed a set of martial arts fists, showing some flexibility, and then bombarded the drill stone man. The power of each blow was not weaker than that of a tenth-level Qi training monk. The people watching were both shocked and excited.

At this time, the corners of Yang Fan's mouth turned up, was he dumbfounded?Cut, the more shocking thing is still below.

hum!
At the heart of the puppet, spiritual power gushes out and accumulates extremely fast. In about eight or nine seconds, a stream of light shoots out quickly, directly shooting into the void.

Rumble!
Like brilliant fireworks blooming, the deafening sound shook all directions like thunder.

At this moment, except for Yang Fan, everyone else looked at the void in a daze, obviously shocked by this blow.

....

The bills should be rounded up, otherwise don't blame Xiao Wu for blowing the spirit bomb!
(End of this chapter)