Old People of Northern Qin

"Shiyao..."

When Yang Fan saw the familiar fairy figure, he was shocked.

Why did she come to the Inland Sea of ​​Tianqin?

Yang Fan was shocked and lost his composure. He didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow.

However, just as he turned his mind, the Confucian monks had disappeared from Yang Fan's vision.

When you pass through the entrance of the gorgeous hall, you will be teleported out. As for which direction you teleport to, Yang Fan is difficult to estimate.

"Is it my illusion?"

Yang Fan felt uncertain.

What Deng Shiyao familiarizes him with is the kind of untainted and poetic and picturesque atmosphere, and is not lacking in romance and innocence in dignity and tenderness.

This kind of aura was also found on Nangong Yixue a few days ago, but there were also some differences.

If the back and breath of the woman I just saw was really Deng Shiyao, then how did she come here from the Northern Qin land tens of billions of miles away?

Use ancient teleportation array?

However, the ancient teleportation array requires nine top-grade spirit stones, and even the high-level golden elixir does not have the capital.

Could it be that day...

Yang Fan suddenly thought of a possibility!

"Just inlaid with nine top-grade spirit stones, you can start the teleportation array, which can teleport about three people at once. However, according to tens of thousands of years of history, no monks who entered this teleportation array have ever come back. Shi Yao guessed that this is a one-way teleportation array. If I can understand this array and enter the ancient ruins, I should have hope of connecting this array and returning to the Northern Qin."

Deng Shiyao's words were played back in Yang Fan's mind.

Three people can be teleported at one time!

Yang Fan suddenly found the details he had ignored.

The teleportation array activated by nine top-grade spirit stones can transmit three people.

If Deng Shiyao also came to Tianqin Inner Sea, then he must have followed Yang Fan that day and took his "hitchhiking".

"With her persistent personality, it is very likely to chase her..."

Yang Fan's face was gloomy and sunny.

Swish!

He brushed his sleeves and took away all the items on the table, and then rushed out of the hall quickly.

The entrance to the hall is actually a short-range fixed-point teleportation array, with four directions to choose from. The transaction fee of a medium-grade spirit stone is required to be placed in order to activate the formation. This is also a means of profitability here.

Yang Fan chose a random direction, his figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

"What's wrong with this kid? He's so anxious."

The Qinglong glanced at Yang Fan in confusion.

Guan Song said strangely: "What he called just now was obviously a woman's name, so he should be pursuing..."

"Oh, I really don't understand that you humans have limited life span, so how can you get so much interest?" Qinglong *** said in confusion, and then said with a look of disgust: "If I want a woman, I will catch her directly in the mansion and enjoy..."

Speaking of which, Yang Fan appeared outside a dilapidated pavilion, spread his spiritual sense and looked at it, but he did not capture the figures of the Confucian monks.

Obviously, the few people I just saw were teleported away from another direction.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan entered the dilapidated pavilion again, his figure disappeared, and returned to the hall again.

Then, he took out another spirit stone and found a teleportation direction.

Swish!

Yang Fan disappeared again.

Seeing this scene, Qinglong was stunned, and Guan Song smiled slightly.

He was teleported out again, but appeared outside a shabby thatched hut.

"This time I came to the 'Purple Heaven Palace' and I have traded several materials, but the price is a bit high. That person is also a high-level Nascent Soul, so I dare not compete with him..."

A man's voice came from not far away.

At the same time, Yang Fan felt four or five auras of Confucianism, and was happy and found the right place.

He looked closely and saw that there were four or five Confucian monks not far from the hut, three men and two women, all with golden elixir cultivation. One of the older ones was actually the golden elixir cultivator.

Yang Fan's eyes suddenly froze on one of the picturesque women, only half of his side face showed his elegant face, and his face was untainted by the mud.

"Junior Sister Deng, you are the best luck this time. You have traded several materials and the transaction price is not a loss."

One of the men in blue in the middle stage of the Golden Pill said with a smile.

Junior Sister Deng nodded and smiled: "The reputation of Zitian Palace is well-deserved, and Shi Yao's purpose has been achieved."

"Yes, I finally went down the mountain. Master is so strict. I don't know what year or month it will take for me to come out next time."

Another pretty and beautiful woman complained.

Yang Fan listened to their conversation and looked at Deng Shiyao quietly with his eyes, without saying a word.

After not seeing each other for many years, Deng Shiyao was also promoted to the Golden Pill, and her cultivation level was even approaching the middle stage. Yang Fan was not surprised. He knew very well that Deng Shiyao's talent was even better than the three newcomers in Yuyang.

Deng Shiyao is still as peaceful as a painting, with a faint melancholy like a poetic and painting between her eyebrows, and the same self-admiration, romantic and stubborn.

She was among the four, and her face and temperament were all the best. The man in blue praised her in words and had a bit of obsession in his eyes.

Perhaps because of feeling something, Deng Shiyao suddenly turned sideways and looked in a certain direction.

However, that direction was empty.

I don’t know why Yang Fan suddenly disappeared, and Deng Shiyao did not see him.

A trace of confusion flashed in Deng Shiyao's starry eyes.

The older Jindan monk saw Deng Shiyao's movements and glanced at Yang Fan's location, with a flash of light in his eyes.

"Your Excellency, when you teleported it out, I already saw it, why should I hide?"

The old man in Confucian robe said loudly.

"Haha, you didn't see me."

Yang Fan stood there and said with a smile.

Although the old man with Confucian robe had a great Jindan monk's cultivation level, he could not find it even if Yang Fan hid with all his might.

However, when Yang Fan appeared just now, the old man in the Confucian robe had already sensed it, but he had not paid attention to it.

Only through Deng Shiyao's actions did he make a judgment, because the person sent out would not disappear out of thin air. There was only one possibility, that person was hiding.

The old man with Confucian robe changed his expression, but he laughed loudly: "Your hiding is very clever and confident. I don't know what purpose you have for eavesdropping on me and others. If you have any teachings and purposes, you can discuss it with us openly."

Deng Shiyao heard Yang Fan's voice, her delicate body froze slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed through her phoenix eyes, staring in that direction, and was also a little confused.

Yang Fan remained silent and looked at Deng Shiyao's beautiful face. At this moment, he didn't want to meet.

"It's you..." Deng Shiyao's slightly trembling voice came, and her bright eyes were filled with love and hate, and there was also a hint of expectation and surprise.

"Shiyao has always been good. I didn't expect that I could meet you in the inner sea of ​​Tianqin."

Yang Fan was still hiding in his body, wandering in his heart. He wanted to meet Deng Shiyao, but he was also a little relieved.

"It's you, it's really you!" Deng Shiyao exclaimed, her pretty eyes as red and swollen as the paintings, flashing with crystal tears.

"Junior Sister Deng, who is he?"

The young man in blue next to Deng Shiyao saw his junior sister's expression and looked very bad, and looked towards the hut with a hostile look.

"Brother Yang, why don't you want to show up?"

Deng Shiyao's delicate and boneless body trembled gently, charming.

"So what can I do when I meet? Does Shiyao still want to listen to my explanation..."

Yang Fan smiled mockingly, and a flash of inspiration on his body revealed his true face.

Deng Shiyao stared at him, and Haoyao bit her teeth: "You have used me, and your goal has been achieved now. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

"Explanation?" Yang Fan was slightly stunned: "When Zhao State was about to leave, didn't I have already explained it?"

When Deng Shiyao heard this, her delicate body shook, shaking and heartbroken.

"Junior sister! Junior sister!"

The young man in blue hurriedly supported Deng Shiyao and said to Yang Fan angrily: "What did you do to be sorry for your junior sister."

"Yang Fan, I want to talk to you alone."

Deng Shiyao suppressed the grief in her heart, and suddenly there was a coldness on her pretty face.

"This..." Yang Fan hesitated a little. Although he also had love and affection for Deng Shiyao, he had to endure the pain of cutting off this thread of love for Yun Yuxi.

"Do you still want to go back to Northern Qin?" Deng Shiyao said suddenly.
To be continued...