Not long after, Long Yixiao hurried over and murmured a few words in Long Chengyuan's ear. Judging from Long Chengyuan's face, it seemed that the news he heard was not good. After hastily bidding farewell to Yi Fan, he took Yi Fan with him.
The Qianlong master hurriedly left.
Yi Fan had just started practicing again and his hearing was not strong. He didn't hear what Long Yixiao said. Then he looked at Qiao Wan and asked, "Did you hear what they said clearly?"
Qiao Wan pondered for a while, hesitating, not knowing whether to say something. Yi Fan saw what she was thinking. When he asked again, he learned that the hermit army did not come to Qianlong Winery for final negotiations, but directly went to Longlong Winery.
Fires were set everywhere in the mountain city, countless people were thrown into chaos, and the man-made disasters were even greater than after Qianbao.
"Despicable!" Yi Fan couldn't bear to eat after hearing these words. He immediately slapped the table and stood up: "I have to help them."
There were nearly four hundred masters of the Hermit Army, far more numerous than Qianlong. Qiao Wan knew that she could not stop Yi Fan, so she said helplessly: "I'll go with you."
Yi Fan shook his head: "No, if the "Night Dew Washes the Bridge" is okay for dealing with wild beasts, if it is used in public, the identity will be exposed immediately, not to mention... I don't want you to get hurt."
"Why am I not like that? You love to show off your strength so much, and I don't feel at ease if I don't look at you." Qiao Wan's pretty eyebrows frowned slightly, her bitterness showing up hard to hide.
Yi Fan smiled brightly and touched Xiao Nizi's head tenderly: "Don't worry, I'm not trying to be tough this time. Just be obedient and I'll be back soon." With that said, Yi Fan strode away with his sleeves fluttered, but he heard Qiao
Wan shouted from behind: "If you dare to get hurt, you will be slapped by me when you come back."
Yi Fan didn't look back, smiled from the bottom of his heart, and waved goodbye.
Walking from the private room to the hall, dozens of corpses lay on the ground. It was not as clean and quiet as the private room. Yi Fan frowned, the smile on his face was about to disappear, and his eyes were as cold as ice.
Looking around, he suddenly saw the Nine Thunder Horses resting in the corner. Yi Fan didn't rush out and walked quickly towards the corner.
Seeing Yi Fan coming, Boss Ma was quite surprised and asked, "Brother Wu, do you want to help?"
Yi Fan nodded and saw a trace of expectation on Boss Ma's face, so he said: "Wu Yan didn't have time to thank you all just now about Wu Yan. I see that you are all tired. This place is a bit dirty. If you don't mind,
Just go to the private room and rest."
Boss Ma stood up tiredly: "It's okay, Brother Wu is actually going to take action. We, Lei Ma, are following our lead and will be the vanguard for you."
The attitude of the Thunder Horse Nine people has always been very clear. First, there was no word about the birth of the spiritual weapon, then Lei Gui Seven cooperated to clear away the suspicion, and until today when they came to help, Yi Fan saw all this and felt very grateful.
"Wu has made a note of Lei Ma's kindness. If Boss Ma is of any use to me in the future, just say so." Yi Fan clasped his fists respectfully: "Today's unjust situation, I will take my leave now."
Yi Fan felt that he was delayed and had no time to continue being polite with him. Then he turned around and patted the corpse of a hermit soldier on the ground. The corpse instantly turned into a human body.
An extremely strange scene appeared. The nine people on Thunder Horse were dumbfounded and frightened. Yi Fan laughed. This move was originally just an attempt. Now that the Hunyuan Sky-Swallowing Python is sleeping, it is unexpected that its ability to swallow blood is still there.
exist.
There is very little divine energy in Yi Fan's body now. He is just at the beginning of transformation and can only provide one skill. However, after absorbing the blood of the hermit army's corpse, Yi Fan clearly feels that the divine energy in his body is replenished in an instant, and he faintly feels
The strength has also increased a little bit.
Any corpse on the ground has strength above the foundation. If Yi Fan's current divine aura is compared to water on the ground, then the divine aura above the foundation is like a river.
One corpse alone can replenish all of Yi Fan's divine energy, so it's not as simple as just one move.
Yi Fan couldn't hide his smile. With this, he became more confident. With a stamp of his foot, his whole body turned into the breeze and disappeared into the hall.
Running wildly all the way, the South Street was very uneasy. As far as the eye could see, there was a fire, and countless people were crying and running away. Such tragic situation made Yi Fan not very sympathetic, and he was already burning with anger in his heart.
There were fights in countless places in the city. Without thinking too much, it was obvious that even though the hermit army was outnumbered, they still did not bother to engage in a head-on battle with the masters of Thousand Dragons. They would make a big fuss in Longshan City just to separate the thousands of dragons and defeat them one by one.
The Hermit Army was originally born as a bandit, and only saw profits. Calling them despicable is a compliment to them! Since ancient times, soldiers have never been tired of deceit. There is no need to take the glory of death and the despicability of life, because only the living ones are the winners.
Yi Fan went around looking for Yan Tieying's whereabouts, but on the way he encountered a Thousand Dragons master who was in trouble and couldn't help him. He made several attempts to save a few people, and then continued running.
After a while, another Thousand Dragons master was forced into a desperate situation. The opponent fought five against one, and the man was unable to resist. Suddenly, he felt someone lift his collar, and the Thousand Dragons master came back to his senses and said involuntarily: "Wu Shaoxia."
."
Yi Fan nodded, ignored him, looked at the hermit soldier, and asked, "Where is Yan Tieying?"
How could the hermit soldiers be so honest? One of them was full of contempt: "What the hell are you looking for? Grandpa will send you there." After saying that, the five of them worked together, each using his own method, and hit Yi Fan on the head.
After several experiences, Yi Fan was used to the hermit army's arrogant attitude. He knew that he would be speechless by asking questions, so he stopped pressing questions.
Yi Fan ignored others and stabbed the person who had just spoken with his sword. Energy that was inconsistent with his strength burst out. While the tip of the sword pierced the opponent's breath wall, Yi Fan said coldly: "If you don't say anything, just
Die."
"Sword Controlling Technique - Sword Controlling a Prairie Fire."
Once again, the wave of swords strangled his opponent. As usual, Yi Fan turned one person into a mummy and turned around and left without saying a word.
Yi Fan ran all over the two southeast streets, fought dozens of battles, and killed nearly a hundred and thirty people. However, he could not find out the whereabouts of Yan Tieying. After working for a long time, although there were corpses on the ground, Yi Fan's divine aura continued to flow.
It is not exhausted, but the blood energy only replenishes the spiritual energy and does not restore the physical strength.
A corpse dehydrated rapidly, and the body became thin instantly. Yi Fan gasped for breath and realized that he had forgotten to ask about his whereabouts. He turned to look at the frightened Thousand Dragons master behind him and asked: "Do you know where Yantie Yingren is?"
Where?"
The rescued woman stared at the mummy in his hand, swallowed her saliva, and said to herself: "You...are you a monster?"
Yi Fan was puzzled and had no time to deal with her: "I'm not polite. If I were a monster, I would be a kind monster, hehehehe..." He laughed a few times with his eyebrows revealed, and continued to run in one direction.
At the same time, Long Yixiao, who was far away, was fighting one against three. One of them was the scarred man. There was a slight gap in strength between the two sides, but Long Yixiao's martial arts was extremely strong and he was able to resolve many difficult situations one by one.
The scarred man laughed arrogantly: "Head of a Thousand Dragons is truly worthy of his reputation. A pair of us three can still be at a disadvantage. You were very humble in the winery just now."
Long Yixiao gritted his teeth and used every move. He consumed a lot of energy and shouted angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, what other moves are there? I will follow up."
As soon as he finished speaking, suddenly a baby's cry came from an alley.
Hearing the sound, both of their faces suddenly changed. Long Yixiao sharpened his spirits and walked like lightning, but was still stopped by the two of them. Taking advantage of the help, the scarred man hugged the baby first and walked out of the alley slowly, holding on with one hand.
Holding the baby in his arms, he coaxed him softly.
Finally, the child stopped crying. Long Yixiao, his face full of anger, roared ferociously: "Let him go." The anger was so loud that the baby seemed to be frightened, and it started crying again.
The scarred man clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction: "Look, the child made you cry again. Can you speak softer? It doesn't matter if you scare me. I will be in trouble if you scare the child." As he said that, the scarred man had a look on his face.
He continued to coax the baby with a harmless look.
When the child stopped crying, the scarred man smiled with satisfaction, looked at Long Yi and said with a smile: "You were polite at the winery just now, and I will give you the same courtesy now. The child can't speak anyway, so I leave the decision-making power to you.
Here you go, let’s see if you want to cut off one of your own arms, or if I am going to cripple one of his hands.”
Long Yixiao was not surprised. Instead, he sneered at the scarred man's behavior and was very disdainful. However, he knew in his heart that if the scarred man actually said this, then he was not joking.
Seeing him clenching his fists and remaining silent, receiving Long Yixiao's angry gaze, the scarred man laughed loudly and asked: "How is it? What's the decision? I think this kid is very pitiful, I want to destroy him."
Arm, I really can't do it." He said, holding the child's arm.
"Stop." Long Yi smiled and shouted, slowly raising his hand to rest on his left shoulder.
The scarred man raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "You are really willing to give up, hahaha... That's easy to worry about. I didn't expect that the leader of the Thousand Dragons is extremely powerful and has a very righteous character. I envy me to death."
Being in a dilemma, Long Yixiao knew clearly that even if he cut off one of his arms, the scarred man would not let the baby go. Even though he knew this, Long Yixiao could not just watch the child lose one of his arms.
At this moment, suddenly...
"Sword Controlling Technique - Sword Controlling a Prairie Fire."
The wave of swords fell from the sky, and the scarred man jumped away in an instant, but the two accomplices beside him were unable to avoid it and were minced into pieces.
"Who is it?" The scarred man shouted in surprise, trying his best to avoid the incoming sword wave.
Yi Fan didn't say anything, holding the [Wood Tree] in his hand. When he used the waves of his sword to distract the opponent's attention, he attacked from behind and stabbed the opponent's shoulder with his sword.
Clang!
Yi Fan failed to pierce through the divine breath protecting his body. Instead, the back of the hand holding the sword was numb from the shock. Although the scarred man was not injured at all, he was shocked by the divine breath and felt slight pain in his arm. He subconsciously let go of the child in his hand.
Yi Fan bounced his legs, walked around in front of the big man, and successfully took the child with both hands.
At that moment, the two people's eyes met, and the big man came back to his senses: "It's you!" The reaction was quick, and a ring of fierce energy flew out of the dense ground in an instant, knocking Yi Fan away.
Yi Fan bent down to protect the child and withstood all attacks. He immediately spurted out a large mouthful of blood and rolled far away to relieve the impact.
Long Yixiao was stunned for a while, then hurriedly stepped forward to help him up: "Wu Shaoxia, why are you here?"
Yi Fan handed the child to him and muttered: "If I don't come, can you let me live?" As he said that, he looked around and saw that the attack just now was too violent. Two masters of the Hermit Army were minced and their bodies were no longer usable.
Yi Fan was helpless, staring at the corpse of a Thousand Dragons master on the ground. Although he was unwilling to do so, he couldn't care less at the moment, so he turned him into a mummy and transformed it into a divine energy within his body.