"Huh? Where have people gone?"

Uncle Eight took a few gangsters into the villa, but he didn't see Yang Fan's shadow.

It can be said that when Yang Fan stepped in, they immediately followed him, and it was impossible for him to see a figure.

"Search it for me!"

Uncle Eight's eyes flashed coldly, allowing three thugs to enter the other yard to search.

If it were normal times, even if they were given a hundred courages, they would not dare to be so presumptuous.

However, today is the special day of the "Qingtian Conference", and most of the children of the family have attended the "Qingtian Conference". More importantly, the first genius, who lost all his magic power and became a useless person, made them have no scruples.

"ah!"

A scream suddenly came from the villa. The two 15 or 16-year-old maids were frightened to death when they saw several vicious gangsters.

These two maids are usually responsible for Yang Fan's daily life. In the family, there are definitely no more than five family children who can enjoy such treatment.

"Hehe... the little girl looks good!"

These three gangsters suddenly became lustful and forced them to look at these two maids of the same appearance.

As gangsters, their lives are not as glorious as they appear, and they often have a meal of fullness and hunger. Yangjiabao is still a place with more regulations. They usually tease women from their parents at most.

Now when I see these two maids of moderate postures, I am extremely hungry.

"You guys, hurry up and do a serious business for me. Fuck, I haven't touched a woman in my eight lifetimes..."

Uncle Eighth angrily scolded.

"Yes, Uncle Eight."

The three gangsters quickly agreed and began to carefully check the villa.

"You two maids, come here to me with a real idea. Have you ever seen your master?"

Uncle Eight stared at the two scared maids coldly.

"Master...Master, we have never seen our master come back."

One of the maids said in a trembling voice.

"Hmph, if you don't tell your master's hiding place, I will hand you over to the three thirsty perverts. What will happen then? You can imagine..."

Uncle Ba looked gloomy and threatened.

"Please let us go..."

"We really didn't see the master coming back...he went to the 'Qingtian Conference'!"

The two maids were so scared that they cried.

Uncle Eight couldn't help but look thoughtful.

"Uncle Eight, we have searched all corners and there are no clues. But, we have found some valuable items in this room."

A moment later, three gangsters came to report, holding some antiques, calligraphy and paintings, jade bottles, books and so on, looking like they were returning home with a full load.

"You guys..."

Uncle Eight's face turned pale: "I asked you to come to find someone, not to steal things, I will never change my nature."

Bang!

The three gangsters threw these bottles and jars on the ground with a grievance.

"I dare to conclude that Yang Fan is still hiding in this courtyard..."

Uncle Ba's eyes began to patrol every corner of the courtyard.

"Could..." Uncle Eight suddenly thought of a possibility and immediately said to himself: "It's impossible... He lost all his magic power and could not cast his magic."

Thinking of this, Uncle Eight suddenly stood still, concentrated and inhaled, his hands staggered, and he made several verbal tricks, and a wave of spiritual energy was generated on his body.

Suddenly, there was a hint of inspiration in Uncle Ba’s eyes.

This is a spell commonly used by low-level monks and spiritual eye techniques.

Through the spiritual eye technique, monks can see some things that cannot be seen by the naked eye, such as ghosts and souls.

At the same time, the Spirit Eye Technique also has a certain effect on breaking the hidden.

"Oh... you are asking for trouble."

At this moment, a man's voice came from the door of the villa.

Yang Fan's figure appeared, he sighed, and then closed the courtyard gate.

Squeak!

The courtyard gate is closed.

"Owner!"

The two maids said with surprise.

"You...you are indeed here!"

Uncle Eight looked shocked, and when he saw Yang Fan close the door, he suddenly felt a little wrong.

"You three, rush up and hit him!"

Uncle Eight shouted.

"superior!"

Three gangsters approached Yang Fan.

"Haha, you three ordinary people, dare to attack me?"

Yang Fan stood in front of the door and said calmly.

"ah!"

These three gangsters, frightened by Yang Fan's usual reputation, stopped and looked hesitant.

"What are you three afraid of? Now that he loses all his magic power, he is just a paper tiger. I will give it to me. After the matter is done, each person will be rewarded with 100 taels of silver."

Uncle Eight shouted coldly from behind, his eyes flashing, and he began to look at the calm Yang Fan.

"Yes, Uncle Eight!"

When these three gangsters heard the reward of "Hundred Tails of Silver", they were immediately excited. They were like eating expired Viagra. The fear in their hearts disappeared and they forced Yang Fan without fear of life and death.

"You are really not afraid of death, listen to his instigation?"

Yang Fan was happy, his eyes flashed with light, and he slowly raised his hand, and a faint aura of oppression came.

"ah!"

The three gangsters exclaimed and rushed to a place half a meter away from Yang Fan. Their bodies froze and they did not dare to take action.

Because Yang Fan now has a master's demeanor.

Although he lost his magic power, with the help of the "Xianhong Space" green land, he had the powerful body of a cultivator in the Concentration Stage, which was much stronger than ordinary people.

"You three are useless..."

Uncle Eight almost vomited blood without anger.

Bang!

Suddenly, Yang Fan punched out and knocked the gangster closest to him away.

The force was so strong that the gangster was lying on the ground, dying, and blood was spilled out of the corner of his mouth.

The other two gangsters were immediately scared and lost their minds.

Bang!

Yang Fan swept his legs and knocked down the remaining two gangsters.

With a "click", the legs of the two gangsters broke.

In less than three breaths, Yang Fan crippled the three gangsters.

"This...how is this possible?"

Uncle Eight looked at this "family number one waste" in disbelief.

He never expected that after the scattering of his power, Yang Fan still had a good body of force, enough to deal with a group of mobs.

"Tell me, who sent you here?"

Yang Fan's eyes were aggressive and as sharp as a knife.

"You... don't think I'm afraid of you? A useless man who has lost his magic power, I don't take you seriously yet!"

Uncle Ba said with a stern look on his face, and he stepped back while talking.

"Hahaha... You, an introductory monk in the early stage of Qi Refining, dare to show off your axe in front of me. If it weren't for the past, I could kill you with my fingers."

Yang Fan said with a long smile.
To be continued...