Li Mo left, took one step, and reached the horizon in an instant.
Before he left, he said something to Linling, pointing to Yang Bufan: "Anyone who touches him is going against the Eight Bandits."
Then he disappeared without looking back.
The people in Linling looked at Yang Bufan with strange looks. Now that he has the support of eight bandits, there are probably only a few people who dare to touch him.
For Ba Kou, Yang Bufan felt extremely grateful.
Since arriving at Linling, the Eight Bandits have saved him a lot of troubles.
Although Yun Bin is still there, he has fled far away. He probably does not dare to appear in Linling City again for fear of being beaten by the eight bandits.
As for the Liu and Chu families, their vitality is severely damaged now, and they may have to recuperate for a long time.
Yang Bufan bowed deeply to Li Mo who was leaving, and also bowed to Zhu Qing and other three bandits.
Zhu Qing helped him up and warned him, "Don't slack off on the road of spiritual cultivation. If you grow up with a physique like yours, you will definitely achieve great things."
Yang Bufan nodded heavily. He is still young now and has a long way to go in the future.
Zhu Qing and others also left. During the battle at Linling, they were all injured and needed to go back to rest and recover.
Fortunately, these injuries are not serious, and they just need to rest for a while.
The eight bandits all left one after another, and everyone in Linling City breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, we no longer have to worry about it. The battle between them makes people feel uncomfortable all over.
Because their realm is so high, even a wisp of aura emitted by them is unbearable for these people in the city.
Before Zhu Qing left, he warned Yang Bufan again, "Don't reveal anything on your body until it reaches a certain level, otherwise it will definitely lead to death for you."
Yang Bufan knew this in his heart. Even now under the suppression of the Eight Bandits, he felt that countless pairs of eyes were secretly staring at him, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
Those are all things brought out from that mysterious ancient palace, and they have existed for who knows how many ages.
Now that they are in his hands, although they have not performed well in his hands, it does not mean that they are ordinary things.
Xue Tianjiao could cut off the gods of the Chu family with a sword from hundreds of millions of miles away. If this fell into the hands of a creature with extraordinary strength, the power would be unimaginable.
A group of young bandits stayed behind. They hung out in Linling City all day long, and everyone knew them.
But fortunately, although they are not serious, they don't have any bad intentions.
This time, the strength of the eight bandits was obvious to all, and from then on, they no longer dared to provoke the little bandits.
Even the Liu and Chu families with that kind of strength were not enough to look up to in front of the Eight Bandits, let alone them.
A group of young bandits dragged Yang Bufan to Zuixian Pavilion to drink heavily.
In their words, getting drunk is not enough to suppress the shock.
When the young monk heard about the heavy drinking, he was so happy that he ran after them in a hurry.
Liu Bei quickly returned to his family and stayed behind closed doors.
She made harsh words to the outside world and one day she would defeat the demonic body with her true strength.
People gave him a thumbs up. It has to be said that although Liu Bei is arrogant, this kind of courage is not something ordinary people can possess.
This battle also made people see the terrifying strength of the demonic body.
Crossing realms and injuring Chu Ba, he possesses treasures that reach the heavens. If given time, if he grows up, there will be another invincible creature in this world.
If all the old monsters hadn't crawled out, then the demonic body in this battle would have been the most dazzling new star.
A group of people came to Zuixian Pavilion, ordered a large table of delicacies, and drank a lot of wine.
Zuixian Pavilion saw them and did not dare to neglect them. Thinking of their Grandpa Ba Kou's heavenly strength, his whole body became cold and he became even more attentive.
And a group of young bandits were also very grand. They shook their hands and threw out a large piece of crystal to reward the waiter. The waiter grinned from the corners of his mouth to the base of his ears.
"Come on, little Yangzi, drink..."! Song Yi picked up a large bowl of wine and clinked glasses with Yang Bufa.
And Yang Bufan is not pretentious, the friendship between them has long been established.
He picked up the wine glass and started drinking with them one by one.
Recalling the scene of drinking with a group of friends in Yangcun, he was carefree and warm in his heart.
None of them used their cultivation and relied on their real capacity for alcohol and drinking.
"Little monk, what did Rhubarb say in your ears to make you stop crying and make your eyes light up?" Xue Gang asked the little monk with drunken eyes.
The young monk picked up the wine glass and drank a big gulp. He was not like a monk at all, he was not taboo on meat and vegetables.
"Hey, Dahuang told me that he found the ancestral grave of the Chu family." The little monk said in a low voice with his eyes rolling around.
"No wonder..."! A group of people suddenly understood. Perhaps this was the only thing that could make the young monk so interested.
"You have to take us with you when the time comes..."! Upon hearing this, a group of young bandits immediately became interested and clamored to follow them.
"Easy to say, easy to say..."! The little monk promised everyone, picked up the wine glass and competed with them again.
"I searched in the world and went through one big tomb after another. I regret that I could not dig all the big tombs in the world and find what I was looking for." The young monk stood up drunkenly, his body swaying a little, and he couldn't stand.
Unable to stand still.
"This flower monk drank too much again and started talking nonsense..."! Everyone was speechless after hearing this.
There is probably only one young monk in the world who can talk about digging someone's ancestral graves in such a profound way.
"How can I understand what I am thinking? There is something guiding me somewhere, but I can't find that thing now. Alas, what a great regret in life..."!
Hearing what the little monk said, Big Yellow Dog and Yang Bufan almost couldn't help but go up and give him a slap.
"Ignore him, this damn monk drank too much again, let him mumble by himself..."! Everyone laughed and ignored the little monk.
The little monk was now too drunk. He drank several large bowls of wine, then flopped down on the table, never got up again, and fell asleep.
In fact, they were all drunk at the moment, and the wine cans were all over the table.
They were all so drunk that they could hardly open their eyes.
They each had a private room in Zuixian Pavilion and lay on the bed, soundly sleeping.
Yang Bufan was still injured at this moment, and this battle had made him uncomfortable, almost half-disabled.
He looked at himself, smiled bitterly, and then sat cross-legged on the bed. The Great Desolation Meridian was running, his whole body was glowing, and the injuries in his body began to improve.
As night fell, the wind blew violently outside the house, whining loudly. Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the entire Linling City, and the thunder was deafening.
Not long after, the heavy rain came, and the rain kept flowing. The scene outside the window was like a rain curtain, as if it was about to wash away Linling City.
Linling was deserted at this time, except for the occasional pedestrians passing by who looked in a hurry.
Yang Bufan opened the window and looked out to the sky. He was in a daze, his thoughts wandering to nowhere.
He has long been accustomed to this kind of celestial phenomena. When he was in Yangcun, the celestial phenomena there were even worse than here.
Loud thunder is common, and it is even more terrifying than here.
Looking at the silver snake-like lightning flying through the clouds, Yang Bufan began to miss his time in Yangcun.
He thought of the clan elder, the old man who brought him up and cared about him in every possible way.
"I wonder how the clan elder is doing now..."! Yang Bufan murmured to himself, his eyes lonely.
He didn't expect that he would experience so many things after coming out of Yangcun. The people there were all kind-hearted and the customs were simple!
"No matter how difficult it is, I will find my own way..."! Yang Bufan's eyes are firm and the young man is not afraid of dangers!
His physique is now in a situation where everyone calls for beatings, but his firm belief in his heart has not wavered at all.
He firmly believes that he must do something great in the future.
He wants to grow up and protect the people he wants to protect...!
Yang Bufan took a deep breath, pushed aside his irritability, stopped thinking about other things, and quietly admired the rainy scene under the night.
Just as he was looking at it, he suddenly frowned and had a premonition in his heart, as if there was a hint of danger approaching.
He looked around, raised his eyebrows, and now more confirmed what he was thinking.
He believed his hunch, and the dangerous aura in his heart became stronger.
"I'm finally here. I would have felt something strange if I didn't come," Yang Bufan said leisurely.
He said nothing, just opened the window and rushed into the dark night.
The heavy rain in the sky failed to wet his clothes, and the strings of raindrops were automatically avoided and did not fall on him.
This is the breath he releases, causing raindrops to avoid automatically.
With Li Zi Jue moving, he shuttled through the dark night, his figure like a ghost, like a ghost under the night.
He was in mid-air, not daring to be careless, and carefully sensing every move around him.
"Since you're here, why don't you show up and do such a wretched thing?" Yang Bufan spoke into the air, his eyes like daggers, staring in that direction.
"The demonic body is indeed well-deserved, and its senses are so sensitive." A figure appeared in the dark night, dressed in black, with a black mask on his face. If you didn't observe carefully, you wouldn't be able to spot it.
"Come out, everyone. What's the use of hiding in the dark? It's not like I can't find you, why not come out and fight openly." Yang Bufan looked around and said calmly.
There was a tremor under the rain curtain, and four figures appeared at the same time, surrounding Yang Bufan.
"Haha, you really think highly of me, five people came at once." Yang Bufan sensed that these five people were all monks in the late stage of Defeating the Dragon.
"Demon body, you shouldn't have such a valuable treasure. Hand it over obediently, so as not to lose your life." One of the five people shouted at Yang Bufan.
"You are really looking for death at any time..."! Yang Bufan looked at them coldly, looking at them as if he were looking at dead people.
"Hmph, I admit that you are stronger, but the five of us are not weak together. We only want what you have on you, so hand it over quickly." Another person shouted to Yang Bufan, his tone full of threats.
"You see I'm easy to bully, but you should also consider your own strength." Yang Bufan shouted, his voice thunderous, making the five people feel like they were hit hard and their eyes were panicked.