Picked up a fairy island

Chapter 81 How do you want to die?
"Pay?" Zhu Yiwen's expression froze, and he didn't react for a while.

Yang Fan stared, and said a little annoyed, "What? Do you think that this great immortal gave you the refining tool for nothing?"

Hearing this, Zhu Yiwen finally came to his senses, and quickly said embarrassedly, "I want it, I want it."

Shut the words, quickly took out the storage bag, and poured out all the things in the bag like taking out the trash, "Master Yang, this is all my belongings, you always take whatever you like!"

Yang Fan glanced at the things on the ground, and said disdainfully, "What kind of rubbish are these? It's not even worth [-] low-grade spirit stones in total, right? Are you kidding me?"

"Master Yang, how dare I play with you, all my things are here, oh, by the way, Liu Shan of the Zongmen still owes me three thousand low-grade spirit stones, turn around..."

"Okay, put away your rags." Yang Fan waved his hand impatiently to stop him, then took out a piece of paper and a pen from the storage, "Let's pay the IOU!"

"Ah, an IOU?" Zhu Yiwen was taken aback.

"What? You still don't want to? Give me back that sword." Yang Fan stared.

As soon as he heard that the spirit sword was about to be withdrawn, Zhu Yiwen quickly took the blank paper and pen, "Master Yang, how do you think it should be written?"

Yang Fan pondered for a while, and then his eyes lit up, "You don't need to pay the IOU, and I won't take back the spirit sword, but you have to promise to do one thing for me."

"What's the matter? If it's something bad, then I'd rather pay the IOU." Zhu Yiwen took a step while holding the spirit sword.

"Don't worry, I won't let you do bad things." Yang Fan laughed.

"Okay, as long as I don't do bad things, I can do whatever you want!" Zhu Yiwen heaved a sigh of relief, and he was even a little excited in his heart. It's really a good deal to change to a ninth-rank spiritual soldier for one thing.

"Well, I haven't thought about the specifics yet, and I will let you know when I think about it." Yang Fan glanced at He Jie and Xia Yihe while speaking, and lay back under the tree again.

Zhu Yiwen nodded, holding the spirit sword happily and caressing it, and looked at He Jie and Xia Yihe proudly.

Hmph, did you see that?Ninth Grade Spirit Soldiers, I'm so jealous of you two!

Seeing this, He Jie and Xia Yihe looked at each other, as if they had reached a consensus, they got up and walked over to pay Yang Fan a sudden bow.

"I met Master Yang, I..."

Yang Fan squinted at the two of them, and said lazily, "If you ask me to refine the weapon, then forget it."

Hearing this, He Jie and Xia Yihe's faces suddenly turned pale, especially Xia Yihe, who wanted to fight for it, but was afraid of causing Yang Fan's discomfort, so they had to return to the original place unwillingly.

"Master Yang, I, He Jie, are willing to offer [-] low-grade spirit stones and do ten things for you, Master."

Yang Fan looked at He Jie with interest, squinted his eyes and said, "You are very sincere, but... I am tired, so I will talk about the crafting when I wake up."

Hearing this, He Jie's expression brightened, he bowed and bowed, then turned and returned to the original place.

Time flies, and it is night in a blink of an eye.

Except for the four of them, none of the monks who landed together on the island were seen, and they probably died heroically.

This is really normal. You must know that even if the Dzogchen monks of the [-]th level of Qi training come in, they will die if they are not careful, so let alone the monks of the [-]th and [-]th level of Qi training.

After all, this foundation-building island is for those monks who want to be promoted to the foundation-building realm, not a place for low-level monks to come to pick up waste and leftovers.

In addition, Yang Fan refined a pair of spiritual weapons for He Jie and Xia Yihe respectively. The conditions were the same as Zhu Yiwen's, so it was easy anyway.

Of course, there is a reason why he did this. After all, not to mention that these three people come from first-class sects, the most important thing is the cyan fifth-grade foundation building. Guy level character.

If you make friends now and give some benefits, the rewards in the future will be much higher than this nine-rank spiritual weapon. As for how many people dare not admit it, then he is not worried at all.

This is confidence.

Around 10 o'clock in the evening, the cooldown time of Xiandao is about to end.

Yang Fan finished his meditation and waited silently.

At this time, I saw a spirit ship coming suddenly, docked on the shore, and three people got off the ship.

These three people are the three Foundation Establishment cultivators who control the spirit ship.

"Brother Wen, among these people are Shushan, Longhushan, and Kunlun disciples. If we do this, will we get burned?" One of the shorter Foundation Establishment cultivators asked worriedly.

"What are you afraid of, what's wrong with the first-class sect, as long as we do it cleanly, who can find out that we did it afterwards, don't forget that this is on Zhuji Island, and besides, we are the Daoist League behind us, so I'm afraid of a bird .” The middle-aged gray-robed man who was the leader of the three said in a deep voice.

"That's right, why did I forget about this?" the short monk suddenly realized.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and prepare, Zhang Qi, you go around and check the situation." The middle-aged gray-robed man waved.

"Huh?" Yang Fan's eyes flashed, and he turned his head to look at the boarding place, only to see three sneaky figures who didn't know what they were doing.

He took a closer look, and instantly recognized the identities of the three of them.

"Hey, aren't these the three monks from the spirit ship? What are they doing here at Zhuji Island so late? Hmm? What smells so good?"

While pondering, an inexplicable fragrance wafted along with the wind. After smelling it, one was suddenly in a trance, and the brain uncontrollably fantasized about some weird things, and got deeper and deeper...

Fairy Island.

A thousand-foot peak.

Yang Fan rode the tall and mighty Wangcai with black flames all over his body.

In front of him stood a murderous spirit, the Xiong Family's army consisting of tens of thousands of alchemy-forming puppets, even spirit puppets above Nascent Soul Realm.

Looking directly at the dense army of monsters under the peak.

"kill!"

He gave an order.

The melee started, and the beams formed by tens of thousands of dazzling spiritual power bombs smashed straight at the monster army.

The Yaozu was beaten to pieces in an instant.

He rode Wangcai straight into the group of demons, raised his sword and slashed at the demon emperor angrily, wiped out the demon clan in one fell swoop, and ruled the fairy island.

Stepping on the demon emperor's corpse, he stared at the entire fairy island.

"Wow quack, wow quack, the owner of this island has finally ruled the fairy island, quack, who else can compete with me in the future?"

"Where is Zhen Youcai, go, and bring up my Italian energy-storing cannon!"

Yang Fan was extremely proud, and when he was imagining the plan for the Immortal Island in the future, suddenly, his elbow seemed to be slashed by someone, it hurt a lot, but he didn't bleed.

Just when he was curious, there was another sharp pain in his neck, and after that, there was overwhelming pain all over his body, as if someone was slashing him with a knife.

"Fuck, Senior Brother Wen, the shell of this product is so fucking hard, it won't work at all!"

"Okay, leave him alone, get rid of these three people first, and talk about him later."

"Hey, that senior brother Wen, this slender woman is quite iconic, it's a pity to just kill him like this, can you...hehe..."

"Brother Wen? The shell is too hard? Get rid of it?" Yang Fan pondered in his heart, and felt that the voice of the speaker was extremely familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"Hiss, where did you hear it coming?...Huh? Zhuji Island...Spirit Ship...Fuck!" Thinking of this, Yang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and saw three monks in gray robes.

"Fuck, after finishing this ticket, are there any women out there? Come on, hurry up, Zhang Qi, do those two first!" The man surnamed Wen cast his eyes on Yang Fan while speaking.

Immediately, the four eyes met, and the atmosphere froze.

After seven or eight seconds, the man surnamed Wen stared, took a few steps back abruptly, and said in shock, "You, haven't you planted the enchanting incense? How did you wake up?"

Yang Fan didn't speak, stood up leisurely from the ground, glanced at the three men in gray robes, then turned his head to look at Zhu Yiwen, He Jie, and Xia Yihe who were lying on the ground as if in some kind of illusion.

Immediately, he recalled the dream he had just had.

Shit, how dare you drug this Great Immortal?The gallbladder is very fat!

"Tell me, how do you three want to die?"

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It will be 20 soon, thank you all for being able to accompany me here, thank you!
Ask for a ticket~

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