After a moment, the three great golden elixir monks gathered together, briefly discussed for a while, and then went to search for Yang Fan's traces separately.

Under the guidance of Linghu Xiaoxi, Yang Fan flew rapidly and finally arrived at a rarely visited valley.

This place is filled with mists and mountains, with countless secluded forests, and many abyss and terrain.

"Okay, we'll be here."

Several people entered the secluded forest of the remote valley. Yang Fan sat cross-legged, without thinking, and tried his best to restore his mana and repair his injuries.

He won the battle just now.

If it weren't for Xu Feng underestimating the enemy, he only used 50% of his mana at the beginning and promised not to use defensive shields, how could Yang Fan severely damage the opponent?

“Woo woo woo woo…”

Suddenly at some point, Yang Fan heard Linghu Xiaoxi's sob and was heartbroken.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Yang Fan opened his eyes and his eyes fell on the face of this young and pure girl.

"Grandpa is dead..."

Linghu Xiaoxiyu fell pear blossoms, with a lonely and helpless look on her face, and rushed into Yang Fan's arms.

Yang Fan was slightly stunned, feeling the soft and delicate body sobbing and trembling in his arms, and couldn't help feeling pity.

At this moment, the middle-aged man surnamed Sun was silent and looked sad.

Obviously, they used some methods to confirm Linghu Song's death.

"Die..." Yang Fan was surprised. Linghu Song, who took the "refresh-quality anti-spirit blood", had his strength twice as much as he could. It is logical that he would not have lost so quickly.

Could it be that the strength of the great Jindan monk is even more terrifying than he imagined?

Yang Fan thought deeply, reached out and gently patted Linghu Xiaoxi's shoulders, and comforted her with clever words.

Half an hour later, Yang Fan finally asked Linghu Xiaoxi to stop crying for the time being and return to peace.

"Now the 'Luoshan Kingdom' has been captured, what are your plans?"

Yang Fan sighed.

At this time, he missed his friends and relatives in Yuyang Country.

In this foreign country, Yang Fan felt a sense of strangeness.

"We plan to hide in the mountains and forests, and wait for an opportunity to practice in silence, silently integrate other disciples of the sect, and wait for the day of making a comeback in the future. We must not let the 'Xianyun Sect' be destroyed in my hands."

The middle-aged man surnamed Sun is solemn.

"You are the leader of Xianyun Sect, so this matter is of course your responsibility." Yang Fan looked indifferent and asked immediately: "How do you plan to treat Xi'er."

"Xi'er? He is the only remaining bloodline of the ancestor in the world, so of course I will treat it well..."

The middle-aged man named Sun's eyes flashed a little.

He knew in his heart that Linghu Song handed over several treasures to Linghu Xiaoxi before leaving.

"Yang saved your lives, and there is a request here." Yang Fan said lightly.

"Yang Yaoshi is our savior. Please tell me if you have any requirements."

The middle-aged man surnamed Sun and others praised him for a year.
Chapter completed!