Suddenly, the area where Yang Fan was located was overwhelmed by a dazzling firelight.

The masked monk held a red feather fan in one hand, and there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

With his cultivation of concentrating on the Great Perfection, he used his full strength to use the medium-grade spiritual weapon 'Red Feather Fan', which was enough to melt gold and turn iron, and kill monks below the condensation period in an instant.

Bang bang bang!

Chiyan exploded, and a whistling sound came, only to see a puppet guard wrapped in iron armor and holding a halberd breaking through the fiery wave of qi, and lightning struck, and a suppressed and heavy aura made him feel a sense of crisis.

"Puppet?"

The masked monk's figure flashed, narrowly dodging the blow of the ironclad puppet, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Yang Fan smiled, looking light, he stood in the control of the iron-armored puppet, and the blow just now also relied on this puppet to resist most of the power.

Seeing this, the masked monk stared, and the red feather fan in his hand suddenly waved at the puppet, and a fiery snake rushed away, hitting the puppet.

Bang!

The fiery serpent exploded on the puppet's body, only causing it to pause, but it was not damaged in the slightest.

Yang Fan, an iron-armored puppet, wins by defense and has a strong immunity to spells.

"The level of this puppet ......" the masked monk looked horrified.

The level of the ironclad puppet was far beyond his imagination, and its combat power was probably comparable to that of the monks in the early stage of foundation building, and the only drawback was that the speed did not reach the level of the foundation building period.

"Such a puppet, but in the hands of a Qi Refining Stage cultivator......"

There was a hint of greed in the masked monk's eyes.

As long as Yang Fan is killed, the puppet whose strength is close to the foundation building period will be self-defeating and become his trophy.

Feeling the greed and murderous intent in the masked monk's eyes, Yang Fan deliberately showed weakness to the enemy, and his body retreated.

"Haha, where to run!"

The masked monk suddenly rose into the air, stepped on a flying sword, and flew towards Yang Fan from the air.

He had already discovered that Yang Fan's ironclad puppet belonged to the melee type and had no ability to fly, otherwise, it would not be close to the foundation building period, but a master comparable to the foundation building period.

Shout!

The masked monk attacked from the air, and with a feather fan in his hand, a feather-like red flame descended from the sky and hit Yang Fan's area indiscriminately.

Yang Fan's complexion changed, his figure retreated sharply, and the ironclad puppet quickly blocked in front of him.

Bang bang bang!

The iron puppet's defense was very strong, and most of the attacks were blocked by it, not only that, but after Yang Fan got out of his attack range, the magic in his hand changed abruptly.

Whew!

The iron-armored puppet jumped up, jumping out of the height of a foot, and with a wave of the halberd, a long halberd phantom shrouded in a faint black glow broke through the air and slashed in front of the masked monk.

"Not good!"

A faint layer of red light condensed from the masked monk's body, forming a spiritual qi shield, and the feather fan in his hand was horizontally lattice in front of him.

Bang!

There was a loud bang, and the phantom of the long halberd, carrying the lingering demonic energy, with great power, knocked down the masked monk at once.

Burst!

The masked monk's face turned pale, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

At this moment, he realized that he had overlooked one factor, although the owner of the ironclad puppet was not worth mentioning, his own attack should not be underestimated, and it could be compared to the full force of the monk in the foundation building period.

Even if his cultivation reached the Great Perfection of Contemplation, he would not be able to withstand the full force of the puppet's blow.

"Kill!"

A cold light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and he controlled the iron-armored puppet to kill him, but he himself leaped away at an incredible speed, exuding a powerful spiritual pressure from his body.

"What?!" the masked monk felt a great change in the aura on Yang Fan's body.

When he saw Yang Fanxu's real time, he chuckled in his heart: This son is not a monk in the Qi refining stage, at least a monk in the late stage of concentrating!

Late stage of contemplation!

"Run!" the masked monk was so shocked that he turned around and tried to run.

If he had known that this son was a monk in the late stage of concentrating, he would definitely not have let Divine Doctor Lu instruct and tempt him to attack Yang Fan.

But at this moment, a strong wind hit.

The ironclad golem was no slower than him, but it lacked the means to fly through the air.

"Stay!"

Yang Fan sneered, stretched out his hand, and the mysterious black whip was like a poisonous snake, silently entangled his legs. 、

"Ahh

The masked monk screamed, his body numb and stiff, and a strange poisonous force seeped into his body along the black whip.

Thump!

His body that had just flown into the air was dragged down by Yang Fan and fell on his back facing the sky.

Airplanes~

A faint black light emanated from the mysterious black whip and seeped into the masked monk's body, paralyzing him and depriving him of all resistance and blood.

The masked monk felt the rapid loss of essence and blood in his body, and he couldn't help but look desperate.

Yang Fan squatted down, lifted his masked bandana, and saw an old face with a dead face.

"What benefits did Doctor Lu give you to kill me?"

Yang Fan said indifferently and looked at him in a critical tone.

"Spare ......" The masked monk was numb all over, his face was desperate, and he couldn't even speak.

"Don't you say?" Yang Fan had an extra short sword in his hand that flickered with cold light, across his neck.

"I said......" The old man's face showed a hint of panic first, "Tsuku...... Tsukidan!"

"Zhuji Dan?" Yang Fan's face showed a hint of mockery: "Could it be that Divine Doctor Lu thinks that he can take the Zhuji Dan that is about to be auctioned, even if he has it, how can he give you such a spiritual pill?"

"No...... No. The old man almost collapsed, and most of his essence and blood were absorbed by the mysterious black whip.

Seeing this, Yang Fan controlled the mysterious black whip in his hand, making it stop devouring essence blood, and also relaxed a little, so that the old man could speak.

"It's not Zhuji Dan, it's the formula of Zhuji Dan! And Doctor Lu also has one of the rarest main drugs in the formula, 'Transforming Spirit Grass'. The old man said a little eagerly.

"Transformation Spirit Grass?" Yang Fan's face showed a different color, he was not surprised by the formula of Zhuji Dan, it was in the Holy Healing Chapter, but the main medicine of Flower Spirit Grass was very rare.

It is said that in ancient times, the spirit herb was an ordinary thing, and after growing for 200 years, it could be cultivated into a staple medicine in Tsukidan. However, with the development of hundreds of thousands of years, or even millions of years, a large number of rare and exotic objects in the immortal cultivation world have become extinct, and the aura is gradually lacking, and the ordinary thing of flowers and spirit plants has become an extremely rare material.

"Are you sure that Divine Doctor Lu really has the 'Flower Spirit Grass' in his hands?" Yang Fan asked lightly.

"It's true, he also took it out for me to see with my own eyes. The old man nodded repeatedly.

"What is the relationship between you and Doctor Lu, do they both belong to the 'Kyoto Yang family'?" Yang Fan suddenly thought of something, and his words changed.

"Yes, we are all guests of the Yang family in Kyoto, please ask Doctor Yang to spare the old man's life, I have more important information to reveal to you......"

The old man said in a trembling voice.

Yang Fan was just about to speak, but he caught something in his senses, his complexion changed, and he urged his mana with all his strength, and a dense pale black circle of light rippled on the black whip in his hand, entangling the old man's entire body in an airtight airtight wind.

In the effort of breathing, the old man died of exhaustion, and his essence and blood were emptied, becoming a dry corpse.

Yang Fan squatted down to take the old man's storage bag, and his figure floated away.

Flying a few feet away, Yang Fan showed a deep groan on his face and secretly hidden.

(To be continued)