Taikoo Evil Emperor

Chapter 152
"My friend, it seems that you also came from afar to seek immortality. It's not a loss if you exchange ten taels of silver for your immortality." The boss is a fat man. But he said with a changed face.

When he opened his mouth, he said it clearly and logically, yes, if he could get a fairy fate, this mere ten taels of silver is definitely worth it, but the world is so big, and the immortal cultivators are arrogant and cold-hearted, and those who come here have some tasks. It is not easy to get a fairy fate from the disciples of the sect who are born.

Ye Fan stood in front of the counter without saying a word,
"Fellow Daoist, if you don't have money, don't hinder me from doing business. There are also places to sleep in the streets and alleys. If you don't, you can go out of the city and find a small forest in a cave, but I advise you , this Wanmo Mountain is guarded by a large formation of immortal gates, as long as you don’t leave this city, you will be safe.” Although the boss saw Ye Fan’s delay in securing a room, he kindly persuaded him, after all, most of the people who come here are in the future He doesn't want to offend the immortal cultivator.

"Really, Boss, you are quite accurate in seeing people." After hearing this, Ye Fan turned around and left, not because he was unhappy with his words, but because Ye Fan thought of a problem, that is, his current situation is not suitable for living in a restaurant .

After all, I have a yin flag on my body, and I need to constantly refine it. Doing this kind of thing in a place where fish and dragons are mixed, one's carelessness may lead to death.

"Go slowly objectively." After seeing so much, the boss saw that Ye Fan still left, sneered at Ye Fan's background, and continued to entertain others.

Ye Fan smiled evilly, ignored his words, and walked to a quieter place in the city, where he drank tea, but at this moment he wanted to take a good look at the City of Beasts What did it look like, a divine rainbow crossed the sky, and several young men in Taoist robes of Wan Jianzong landed in front of the teahouse.

"Fuyang?" Seeing a few familiar faces among them, Ye Fan felt upset. This Fuyang had offended him in Tu Xianhai before, and now he unexpectedly ran into him here again.

"Hmm." Fu Yang seemed to sense Ye Fan's strange gaze, and turned to stare at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was shocked, this Fuyang's spiritual sense was quite good, and he could sense that he was looking at him for the first time.If Ming Dao Shenghuang hadn't changed his appearance, Fu Yang would have been able to see him at a glance.

"It's him?" Seeing Ye Fanku frowning, Fuyang felt a familiar aura even though Ye Fan's face had changed.

"Brother, what's the matter with you?" The Wanjian sect around him asked curiously when they saw him staring at Ye Fan.

"It's okay." After Fu Yang finished speaking, he walked up to Ye Fan with a group of people: "Fellow Daoist, is there anyone sitting here?"

"This teahouse is vacant, why do fellow Taoists sit here?" Ye Fan smiled calmly, very calm.

In the world of cultivating immortals, one can easily change one's appearance by changing one's appearance when one reaches the Divine Hidden Realm, but in front of people who are higher than oneself, if there is no strange treasure to block other people's investigation, one's true face will still be discovered, because the immortal cultivator will even change his appearance , there is one thing that cannot be changed, that is a person's Dao pattern and spiritual breath, Fu Yang has felt his own Dao pattern and spiritual breath, and I believe that as long as his own Dao pattern or spiritual breath overflows and makes him feel, he must know that he is Who.

However, because of the broken sword, he believed that as long as his dao pattern could not be revealed, he would not be sure of his identity.Unless, there is a sage who looks directly at his own origin and sees his own face.

However, even if I want to create Dao patterns, I can't, because Dao patterns have been sealed by Ming Dao.

"I think Fellow Daoist is very similar to an acquaintance of mine. I don't know what sect and sect you are from?" Fu Yang has also been paying attention to the changes in Ye Fan's expression, trying to find any suspicious signs on Ye Fan's face.

"Nan Zongmen, I don't know where the Taoist brothers are from?" Ye Fan restrained his breath and said with a chuckle.

"Southern Sect?" Fu Yang frowned when he heard Ye Fan say that he was from the Southern Sect. Nan Mingli swore to protect Ye Fan in Tu Xianhai before, and now he heard the person in front of him say that he was from the Southern Sect. Fuyang couldn't help but think about it.

"Then don't worry about it." Fu Yang doesn't care whether the person in front of him is the one who killed the Holy Son in Tu Xianhai, this matter is very important, even if the person in front of him is not that kid, he has to monitor it before deciding.

After Fu Yang thought about it, he left the teahouse with a group of his children. When they reached a corner, the others finally couldn't help it: "Senior brother, who is that person? Why do you care so much?"

"Hey, I suspect that person is Tu Xianhai, that devil cultivator boy." Recalling what happened that day, Fu Yang still has lingering fears in his heart. A person who is not afraid of Tu Xianhai's devilish energy has already shaken the five domains of the Gouzhen. Find out where this kid is hiding.

"Senior brother, didn't you say that the boy's origin is unknown? How could he be from the Southern Sect?" These young children had never seen Ye Fanlei's aggressive tactics, and said in a proud tone, as if they didn't take Ye Fan seriously at all. .

"It's been half a year, even if the Nanzongmen secretly took him in and changed his appearance, it's not impossible." Fuyang thought hard, and finally said: "You find the second senior sister , tell her about the matter here, and let her come back from the deep mountain to deal with it."

"But the saint seems to have found a fairy fate. It seems inappropriate to call her back like this. If the kid is not that person, how can we explain to the saint?" When I came back to confirm the things that had not been confirmed, I was shocked.

"Wan Jianzong's killing order has been issued. Finding that boy is the first priority of our experienced disciples. The saint has broken pupils, so she can definitely see the boy's true face. This can only be done after she comes back." Fu Yang insisted: "Li Yun, Jin Bo, you two stay here and look at that man to see if he is really from the Southern Sect?"

"Obey." The two people next to him clasped their hands after hearing Fu Yang's words.

After everyone heard his words, they also realized that Wan Yanran, the saintess of the Wanjian sect, is known as the No. 1 millennium qualification of the sect. .

They were discussing how to prove Ye Fan's identity, but Ye Fan on one side had all his spiritual energy. Although the people from Wan Jianzong disappeared, but he was a mercenary in his previous life, and he already felt that the people from Wan Jianzong were gone. Back again, when Chen Yun and the two were hiding in the crowd, Ye Fan had already sensed their existence.

"You still want to spy on me, you think too much." Ye Fan sneered in his heart, he had a broken sword to isolate them from the lock of consciousness. It is impossible to find yourself in this big city.

(End of this chapter)