Fang Yan fell to the ground and did not get up. After being injured so seriously, everyone thought that he had already disappeared from his life and death.

Fang Yan had only one head, and there were dozens of strong people nearby. Everyone wanted to take Fang Yan's head to receive a reward and exchange it for the Life and Death Xuan Dan to break through the Life and Death Realm.

"Go to die! You are impatient to live if you dare to steal this guy's head with me." Everyone said fiercely, and no one wanted to give in. The other party Yan was determined to win. Suddenly, there was a loud shout, and someone couldn't help but fight against the monks beside him first.

"Okay! You dare to fight with me. You are really furious."

Angry curses kept ringing in the crowd. At first, one or two people attacked their companions around them, and soon they turned into a melee between dozens of people. Fang Yan, who caused this internal strife, seemed to have been forgotten by everyone.

"Fight, fight, when I recover, it will be your death period." Fang Yan held the life and death mysterious crystal in his hand, and felt that the fierce magic power fluctuations around him were not for him, so he couldn't help but sneer.

Fang Yan was silently healing his wounds. Several people were trying to fish in troubled waters, trying to approach Fang Yan quietly to seize Fang Yan's head on his neck. However, before they could get close to Fang Yan, they were noticed by the nearby monks. These people were even seriously injured by the rest of the people. They were really a stealing chicken but losing rice.

"Everyone, listen to me. There is only one head of this person, and we have so many fellows. There is no need to fight to the death here. I have a suggestion. Let's stop here. Let's take the Qiankun storage bag of this lone thief and divide the spoils inside equally. Then discuss how his head belongs." The battle was escalating, and both sides made real fire, and many of them fell because of it. Some people couldn't sit still and said aloud.

"What you said is easy. The spoils are divided equally. How should we distribute them? Who will take the Qiankun storage bag? What if he runs away with the Qiankun storage bag?" Someone was unhappy. The Qiankun storage bag on Fang Yan was also very tempted and wanted to take it for himself.

"This is easy to deal with. Among us, we should find the weakest cultivation to get treasures, so that we will not be afraid that he will run away with the Qiankun storage bag." Someone said.

"This is a good idea." Someone nodded in agreement when he heard this. From the weakest cultivation level to obtain treasures, he was not afraid of him running away, and forced to supervise behind the scenes. The things in the Qiankun storage bag could be divided equally.

"Since everyone thinks this idea is feasible, then send someone to get the Qiankun storage bag on that guy!"

After several discussions, a cultivator at the fourth level of the middle Yin and Yang realm was entrusted with an important task, saying that he was entrusted with an important task, but rather forced. Before leaving, he was fed several kinds of poisonous objects that were enough to poison the monks in the Yin and Yang realm, and then he walked towards Fang Yan's body.

"I got the Qiankun storage bag, what should I do now?" The mid-stage Yin-Yang Realm monk who was entrusted with important tasks took off a Qiankun storage bag from Fang Yan and immediately said loudly.

"Erase the marks on the Qiankun storage bag and count out what items are inside. We can share them evenly." Someone shouted and commanded them.

"This Qiankun storage bag is mine."

But at this moment, the mutation suddenly broke out, and a man shouted loudly, exerted his speed and rushed towards the mid-stage Yin-Yang Realm monk who had been entrusted with important tasks. The middle-aged man in black had been planning for a long time, and as soon as the sound rang, he then pulled Fang Yan's Qiankun storage bag into his hand.

"You are looking for death." The actions of the middle-aged man in black undoubtedly angered all the monks present. He wanted to seize food from a tiger's mouth! He would not forgive him. He shouted loudly, and then all kinds of fierce attacks shot towards the middle-aged man in black.

Because of Fang Yan's Qiankun Storage Bag, a new round of fighting tigers; the melee broke out. The nearby monks continued to attack and kill the middle-aged man in black. Under pressure, this person embarked on Fang Yan's Qiankun Storage Bag in the crowd, and thus saved his life. The chaos did not end there. The strongest people in the crowd broke out in conflict. They knew what was in the Qiankun Storage Bag. Thousands of Life and Death Mystery Crystals were not needed. As long as these Life and Death Mystery Crystals were absorbed, they were enough to break through to the realm of life and death. Those who took action were all subordinates of Prince Jin Xuan. For this opportunity, they fought hard, regardless of the previous love of the Zeboo, and killed it so hard that it was so dark. Many people were injured and had to withdraw from the competition.

"Haha... This Qiankun storage bag is mine, who dares to compete with me?" After a meal, a burly middle-aged man disheveled his hair and repelled several powerful men in succession, snatched Fang Yan's Qiankun storage bag into his hands. Then he couldn't help laughing.

"Ah! This is fake. The promised Xuan Jing of Life and Death has gone there. Is that bitch who dared to play the trick of replacing pillars with your grandfather? Are you impatient to live?" The burly man opened the Qiankun storage bag and found that there were no treasures inside. There were some broken copper and iron inside. He looked down on the earth-level magic weapon and magic weapon, which he did not like, and did not have the great fortune he had imagined. He immediately roared to the sky.

"Hurry, take the head of that kid's neck. This time I can't let someone go." Someone shouted and rushed towards Fang Yan.

"Haha... I admire you all for a good show. I want to have a head of my neck. Today I am afraid that you don't have the ability to receive the reward." Suddenly, Fa Fang Yan stood up from the deep pit and laughed at the monks who rushed over to death around him.

"You are not dead, how could this be possible? You are so seriously injured, how could you not die?" Seeing the dead man suddenly come alive, someone couldn't help but scream.

"kill!"

Fang Yan shouted loudly, he would not wait for the other party to come or let him escape. With a loud shout, the magic power in his body flowed, and the fist was like the wind. The Yin-Yang Realm cultivator who rushed up was blown up by Fang Yan.

The cold system prompt sound kept ringing in Fang Yan's mind. With just a few breaths, seven or eight people were blown into a blood mist by Fang Yan.

"Damn it, we were cheated by this kid. We were useless to kill this hateful guy and kill each other. In the end, we made this kid successful." Seeing Fang Yan's injuries recovered, his combat power was shocking, and he could kill the middle and late stage monks in the Yin and Yang realm with one punch, someone couldn't help but scream.

These people thought Fang Yan was dead. There was an internal strife. They were dead, the wounded, and the combat power fell to the bottom. This time, Fang Yan took action, and a thunderous momentum swept the spot. The monks who rushed in the front became the dead souls under Fang Yan's fist.
Chapter completed!