The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

"¨'You don't look a few years older than me, what a brat."

Ye Fan wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and retorted.

"Hmph, rhetoric is arrogant, if you have the feeling, you will catch this young master's last move."

The eyes of the young man in Chinese clothing began to be covered with a wonderful light, and he stared directly at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan suddenly felt that the eyes of the young man in Huafu were like a vortex, trying to devour his own consciousness, and he could even feel that his soul was about to leave his body.

Ye Fan wanted to break free from that strange bondage, but there was absolutely no way.

Until the end, the small tower that had been lying in the sea of ​​suffering for a long time actually shook slightly and emitted a faint green light, which drilled directly out of Ye Fan's body and shot directly at the young man in Chinese clothing.

"what!"

The young man in Chinese clothes sighed and closed his eyes. At the same time, Ye Fan also felt that the feeling of being pulled by (good) disappeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The two old saints saw the young man in Chinese clothes and quickly supported him:

"Young master, you haven't cultivated your divine skills yet, so you can't easily use your divine thoughts."

At this time, the youth in Huafu was weaker than Ye Fan, and it seemed that the strange exercises just now also caused great damage to the youth in Huafu.

The two old saints gave Ye Fan a deep look and didn't say much. They were about to leave the inn with the help of the young man in Chinese clothing, but the young man in Chinese clothing raised his hand again:

"Wait a minute, I have something to say."

The two old saints were stunned, but the young man in Chinese clothes turned his head directly, and his pale face was still arrogant.

I saw him looking at Ye Fan and saying word by word:

"This time, you are qualified to be my opponent, but next time I will let you know how powerful you are."

"Remember, my name is Xia Jiuyou."

Chapter three hundred and eighty fifth extraordinary consciousness

"Evan."

Ye Fan also said his name, but who knew that the young man in Huafu directly pouted.

"My son is too lazy to know your name."

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, but the two old saints had already supported the young man in Chinese clothing and walked out of the inn, without saying a word.

"It's a pity, it's a pity."

Duan De grabbed the last chicken leg and walked over, shaking his head and sighing while looking at the chicken leg in his hand.

"How can such a little girl fight and kill as soon as they meet, little donor, you really don't understand the style, it's a pity, it's a pity, if you fight for a while longer, the Taoist will be able to pick up all her treasures."

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, we should leave quickly."

Ye Fan said angrily.

Although the battle with Xia Jiuyou was only a few short encounters, both of them did their best, so the current inn can be said to be a complete mess, and even the roof was overturned, not to mention those broken into pieces. Dusty tables, chairs, dishes.

Duan De suddenly realized that he nodded 200 times: "Yes, yes, the Taoist has no money to pay, so let's smear oil on the soles of our feet and quickly slip away."

After speaking, Duan De threw the chicken leg directly, two fat hands full of greasy directly grabbed Ye Fan's arm, and disappeared into the inn with Ye Fan in an instant, waiting for the owner of the inn and the second shopkeeper to run out from the back kitchen At first glance, there are people in the inn that is almost the demolition site.

At the other end of Qingfeng Town, there was a magical light of Taoism between heaven and earth, and then Duan De, a fat Taoist priest in a gray Taoist robe, ran out of the inn with Ye Fan.

"Little benefactor Ye Fan, let's go to other places in the Yan Kingdom, if you don't want to make a new way, there are many opportunities to make money in this ancient forbidden land, but you have to get your life. Daoist finds a new Mausoleum of the Great Emperor. How about bringing you a long experience?"

Duan De rubbed his hands together and said to Ye Fan.

"Come on, if you want to rob the tomb yourself, I won't follow you."

Ye Fan rolled his eyes and refused directly. When he was in the tomb of the demon emperor, he was pitted by Duan De several times. If he went to other tombs of great emperors, maybe the dead fat man would directly pit himself in it.

(bibi) "Master, I want to enter the ancient forbidden land."

Duan De jumped right away, staring at Ye Fan as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes widened.

"Are you crazy, little benefactor? Although Daoist cheats people, he has his own way. He never cheats your life. If you enter the ancient forbidden land, you will die."

"Do you think that the ancient forbidden area is just a treasure? It is a forbidden area of ​​life. If you go in with a low cultivation base, your cultivation base will go backwards, your life essence will be exhausted, and you will die?"

Duan De repeatedly waved his hand and said that he must never enter the ancient forbidden land, but Ye Fan smiled slightly:

"I was brought to the Big Dipper from the earth by a bronze coffin, and it is in the barren and ancient forbidden area. If I can come out alive, I will not be afraid to go in again."

There are those crystal berries, divine springs, and other holy medicine treasures growing in the ancient forbidden land. No matter which cultivator gets one of these, he may become a dragon.

Ever since Ye Fan came to Beidou, he felt that he had been under some kind of control.

The Holy Body physique from the ancient times could not be cultivated, but when he had been judged to be ordinary, there was that purple figure who appeared to help him.

Let yourself rely on a drop of true blood to open up a sea of ​​bitterness to reach the realm of the Taoist palace, and may go to a higher realm in the future; in the tomb of the demon emperor, he was mysteriously protected.

Three consecutive secret treasures were accidentally obtained by himself, and these incidents seemed to prove a fact.

Someone has already made their way!

"is it him?"

Ye Fan muttered to himself, but subconsciously clenched his fists.