Chapter 119: Farewell Fang Yu Yao

  The original aura fluctuated and spread out, the mist that had been shrouding the Fang family's exterior slowly retreated. Those who were scolding and jeering saw the situation and hastily stopped their voices. Among them, a few people even took a few steps back in fear. The one from the Fang family was a Celestial Master, this they had known for a long time. If it weren't for the threat of the person behind him, how would they dare to curse here?

  Ouch...

  The heavy wooden door creaked slowly open, making a loud noise.

  "Is it out?" The white-haired young man put down his wine cup, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  He had the entire Fang family blockaded for ten days. For ten days, no one was allowed to enter or leave, all in order to force Fang Yu Yao to surrender. After ten days, the Fang family's stored grain had been used up, and if the blockade wasn't lifted, someone from the Fang family would starve to death. With Fang Yu Yao's temperament, how could she bear to let the people of the manor starve to death for nothing?

  After the wooden door, Fang Yu Yao walked out slowly. The rough-skinned men who were originally terrified by her appearance were stunned, and a few of them even showed lewd expressions. They had long heard that the Fang family had an immortal master, but they never thought it would be such a beautiful woman.

  "What's with the consideration? This young master didn't force you." The white-haired youth said indifferently.

  Fang Yu Yao's expression was cold and detached as she swept a glance at the white-haired youth before her gaze fell on the ruffians in front of her.

  She had heard all those insults before.

  An invisible pressure spread out from Fang Yu's gaze, and the people in front were caught off guard, spitting out blood. However, a few people hiding behind felt Fang Yu's aura and quickly avoided her, only to shout insults again.

  "Xiao Piniang, don't be too arrogant."

  "After we finish eating, the few of us will follow and eat together. Let's see if you still dare to be so arrogant." As he spoke, that foul-mouthed rascal turned his head back to look, and saw the white-haired young man still sitting there, his heart greatly settled.

  Whoosh!

  Originally standing behind Fang Yu Yao, Fu Bo suddenly made his move, dozens of stones flew out, making a series of sonic booms, and directly hit the brow of that scoundrel.

  "What a big nerve you have, daring to insult someone from our family! I think you're tired of living." With one step forward, Fu Bo's five fingers formed a palm and directly slapped the person in front, causing their brains to splatter and fresh blood to spurt out.

  Those rascals were just ordinary and helpless, afraid of death, who had never seen such a battle array, and immediately someone turned around to escape.

  "It doesn't matter what we do, it's all because of what that big shot told us to do..."

  "Grandfather spare my life..."

  The skin is scattered and fled.

  "Uncle Hai, go and grab that old thing over here, cripple its hands." The white-haired youth frowned.

  "Yes." The elderly man behind him bowed slightly.

  A figure flashed by, and a powerful aura spread out. An old man named Hai Shu jumped into the air, his aura like a mountain, his five fingers stretched out, grabbing towards Fu Bo below. Fu Bo was just a martial artist from the mortal world, how could he withstand this blow? Caught off guard, Fu Bo spat out a mouthful of blood, and the terrifying aura invaded his body, crippling his dantian.

  "Halt!" Fang Yu Yao stretched out her right hand, and a surge of yuan energy spread out.

  Tiny droplets of crystal clear water formed around her.

  "Little sister, why don't I keep you company for a couple of moves?" The palace-dressed beauty had somehow appeared and blocked the water droplets that Fang Yu Xiang had conjured.

  A seven-colored silk scarf transformed into a curtain, easily blocking all the water droplets that Fang Yu Yao had transformed.

  "Let's cripple this old thing's hands!" The white-haired youth had somehow stood up and walked to the side of Old Man Hai.

  "Stop!" Fang Yu Yao felt a surge of anger for the first time.

  Crunch...

  Fu Bo's arms were directly pinched off by Old Man Hai.

  "Disable this old thing's legs." The white-haired youth looked at Fang Yu Yao with a cold expression.

  Crunch...

  Fu Bo had long been knocked unconscious, and the previous palm of the old man with the surname Hai had already seriously injured him.

  "Let go of Uncle Fu." Fang Yu Yao suddenly stopped what she was doing and looked at the white-haired youth.

  "Are you commanding me or begging me?" The white-haired youth looked at Fang Yu Yao, a hint of desire flashing in his eyes.

  The body of the water spirit, if paired with him in dual cultivation, can absolutely make his cultivation greatly advance, let alone such a beautiful woman. As for that so-called Lotus Flower Valley, he didn't even take it seriously, to someone like him, Lotus Flower Valley is just a small and remote sect in a poor rural area, the scattered immortals within are only a handful, to his family, that kind of small sect can be easily destroyed with a wave of their hand.

  Fang Yu Yao closed her eyes, and the aura around her grew colder.

  "Kill this old thing, then go to Fang's mansion and capture all those ordinary people. Kill them one by one in front of her." The white-haired youth ordered.

  The old man with the surname Hai nodded and a ball of yuan energy condensed on his palm, slapping it onto Fu Bo's crown.

  "How dare you!"

  Just as Mr. Hai's palm was about to fall, a terrifying yuan force whizzed in, its momentum like a mountain.

  The white-haired youth's face changed greatly, and without thinking, he flew back in retreat. At the moment when the white-haired youth retreated, a terrifying yuan force silently condensed at the original location, transforming into a palm that grasped the old man with the surname Hai.

  Pfft...

  With a surname Hai's old man cultivation, even the reaction did not come in time, was pinched into fragments, strands of fresh blood, from the fingertips of the giant hand overflowed.

  "Original energy control, pure yang power! This is the technique of Leijian dispersing immortal!" The palace-dressed beauty who had been holding back Fang Yu Xiang turned pale when she saw this scene. She put away the seven-colored silk ribbon and flew towards another direction to escape. Her cultivation was only complete in refining her energy, and she didn't know how far she was from Leijian dispersing immortal. In her fright, she didn't even have time to care about the white-haired youth, and directly fled.

  A figure in a green robe, Ding Yan appeared beside Fubo, with yuan energy continuously flowing into his right hand to repair the old man's injuries.

  "Are you the Supreme Elder of Lotus Valley?" The white-haired youth retreated to one side, looking at Ding Yan with a surprised expression.

  In his message, it was already known that there is a Lei Jie San Xian in Lian Hua Gu, who is the Taishang Zhanglao of the valley.

  Fang Yu Yao's icy aura gradually dissipated as she gazed at Ding Yan, her heart filled with a sense of tranquility.

  "Big Brother Wu..."

  Putting down Fu Bo, Ding Yan raised his head and looked at Fang Yu Yao, revealing a faint smile "Junior Sister."

  Withdraw your gaze, a chill aura envelops that white-haired young man.

  Hmph...

  Almost no movement was seen, the white-haired youth's legs were cut off at the same time. The whole person thudded and knelt on the ground. At the original place, a drop of fresh blood fell from Ding Yan's right hand...

  After Tian Jie practiced his body, Ding Yan's physical strength was already enough to instantly kill the scattered fairy realm. Just now, it was a real physical strength without any fluctuations, so with the white-haired young man's perfect cultivation, he didn't notice any signs at all.

  "You can't kill me... If you kill me, the day of your destruction is not far away..." The white-haired youth felt a palpable killing intent in Ding Yan's eyes for the first time and felt a sense of fear.

  Ding Yan looked at the white-haired youth and raised his right hand.

  A strand of blue-green silk thread emerged from the tip of his finger and transformed...

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