Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 142 The Gentleman of Iron Fan Gate

The old man in plain clothes spoke, but his body was extremely agile.

Du Fang's sword was moving at an extremely fast speed. The old man in plain clothes jumped into the air immediately. While in mid-air, the fishhook in his hand had already been swung towards Du Fang's head.

Du Fang did not dare to unleash his spiritual power and did not dodge the attack.

However, just as the fishhook in the old man's hand touched the purple Seven Treasures Glazed Tower, a dazzling golden light curtain suddenly bloomed.

It almost blinded everyone's eyes.

The fishhook rolled back and the old man flew out.

The old man in plain clothes was repelled with one move, his mouth full of blood, but his face was full of ecstasy.

This is a true artifact.

There is almost a trace of imperial breath.

He jumped back with a laugh, laughing loudly:

"Grandpa was right. There's a hint of the Emperor's aura. No wonder, no wonder!"

Du Fang said coldly: "No wonder!"

The old man said nothing, but his mind was filled with joy: "No wonder the wronged soul in my gourd screamed in fear when you walked past me!"

Du Fang finally understood that the old man did not see through his immortal body.

Instead, it was the divine tower with the long tassel on its head that was used to suppress Mo Ling that attracted him.

Du Fang felt relieved and calmed down:

"If you don't want to die, leave quickly. If I can't control myself later, not only you, but also more than a dozen people in your escort agency will be buried with you!"

He looked cold.

But in the eyes of the old man, it looked like a helpless threat from a child. The old man smiled and said, "Grandpa likes your thing, hermaphrodite. Tell me, where did you steal it from?"

As he spoke, he pulled out several thick black fishing lines from the gourd. A red light flashed in his arms, and a blood-red fishhook appeared in his palm.

The old man carefully tied the thick black fishing line to the red hook and swung it over his head.

The word "hermaphrodite" made Du Fang's blood boil. He could feel that he was beginning to lose control of his emotions.

When I saw the red fish hook, there seemed to be a hint of evil energy wrapped around it.

Du Fang hurriedly dodged sideways, and just after taking three steps, he was suddenly pushed back by a strong force, and the red fishhook accurately hooked on the back of his head.

The old man's face was filled with joy, and he clenched his hands and quickly pulled them back.

A tingling sensation immediately came from the back of Du Fang's head.

This attack was too weird.

Du Fang suddenly felt that his pale soul was hooked out of his body by a hook. The soul was out of the shell and lost the nourishment of the physical body.

He only felt cold all over, but soon.

His soul was completely exposed to the sunlight, and the coldness mixed with the stinging sensation of being burned by the sun made everything in front of his eyes white.

His weak soul felt a sharp pain, and Du Fang couldn't help but groan.

The old man in plain clothes continued to collect them proudly. His skill of using fish hooks to hang souls was indeed different from that of ordinary monks. It was specifically designed to pierce people's brains and collect living souls!

Just when he was about to pull Du Fang's entire soul away from his body, suddenly, a black light came from a distance at an extremely fast speed and directly cut the fishing line.

This turned out to be the light of an iron fan.

The iron fan cut the fishing line and flew back quickly.

A pale-complexioned scholar, stepping on a flying fan, came flying from a distance.

At this time, Du Fang had already squatted on the ground, holding his head in pain. In front of his eyes, there was darkness and shining stars everywhere.

Is this the pain of having your soul leave your body?

Suddenly, a very gentle male voice with a magnetic tone came from beside me:

"Girl, are you okay?"

Hearing the voice, Du Fang looked up blankly. In front of him was an ordinary young man dressed in white and dressed like a scholar.

There was concern in his eyes and a gentle expression.

A gentle male voice came from beside me: "Girl, are you okay?"

Du Fang looked up blankly. In front of him was an ordinary young man dressed in white, like a scholar. His eyes were gentle, and seemed to reveal concern.

Du Fang shook his head. He saw the scholar in white move his mouth, as if he cared about him, but he couldn't hear what he said.

After a moment of hesitation, he wrote a few words on the ground: "What did you just say?"

The scholar in white asked in surprise, "Can't you hear me?" He swung the iron fan and drew the words he said on the ground.

Just as Du Fang was about to write, the old man in plain clothes suddenly burst into laughter and said:

"This Taoist nun is deaf and can't hear normal people talking. She also has mental problems and says she's a man! Haha, how funny! She looks like a woman, yet she has the audacity to say she's a Taoist priest. Hey, kid, isn't that funny?"

The scholar in white raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "Even the heaven and earth are imperfect, let alone human beings?"

He looked at Du Fang, this time already using the Dao Breath: "I am Yu Qinghan from the Iron Fan Sect. Miss, can you hear me?"

A gentle voice came into his consciousness, and Du Fang finally heard his words.

"I can hear you, tell me!"

Seeing that she could speak, Yu Qinghan finally smiled:

"Miss, I've taken a closer look. I think your illness isn't congenital. It's caused by someone clouding your sense of hearing. Once I'm done with this, I'll take you to see my father and he'll cure you of this illness!"

Du Fang was originally on guard against his heart, but when he heard that it could cure the six senses, he realized that he had lost his mind.

He was so excited that he couldn't be more excited. Even though he had become a woman now, as long as his six senses were still there, he was not a cripple. His voice began to tremble with excitement:

"You...Iron Fan Sect, do you really have this magical power?"

Yu Qinghan smiled and said:

"This isn't some magical technique. The Iron Fan Sect guards the North Hammer, and disciples never joke. Once I'm done with my mission, I'll take you back to the sect!"

Du Xiang saluted him and immediately bowed to the ground, "Thank you, brother, but I'm not a girl, I'm a man, a genuine man of the Lingxiao Sword Sect!"

Yu Qinghan looked at Du Fang with a surprised look, then looked at the old man.

The old man in plain clothes laughed heartily and said:

"I told you long ago that this guy had a problem, but you refused to believe me. Now it's come true!"

Yu Qinghan said calmly, "You're standing here and not leaving. Are you planning to stay here and celebrate the New Year together?"

The old man chuckled and said, "You are only at the sixth level of spiritual cultivation, we are about the same. Don't you want to know what good things this Taoist nun has?"

"I don't want you to bother me any more. I will take in an evil cultivator like you first!"

The old man laughed and pointed at Du Fang and said:

"This Yin-Yang man has the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda of the Great Pillar State on him. He already has the ninth-level artifact of Emperor Xi. I don't believe you won't be jealous."

Yu Qinghan was horrified. Looking at the entire Shenzhou, there were not many divine artifacts that could reach the ninth level. Normally, any one he took out would be a divine object guarding the major sects.

This ordinary woman actually has this thing.

Du Fang looked at his face, and the heat in his heart had cooled down.

Another person was attracted by the treasures on him, but this time, I don’t know if he was playing the same trick as the deceased Master Qinghe.

He took himself to see a doctor and lied to himself that there was a way to restore his six senses.

But they covet his immortal body and the ninth-level artifact on his body.

Yu Qinghan was shocked and asked in astonishment, "Brother Dao, is what he said true or false?"

Du Fang said coldly:

"So what if it's true, so what if it's false? Do you also want to kill people and steal treasures like him?" Yu Qinghan hurriedly shook his hands, his face flushed.

"Brother Dao, please don't misunderstand me. We also have ninth-level artifacts in our sect. How could we covet the good things on you?"

Du Fang was about to speak when the old man in plain clothes suddenly said "Huh" and looked behind Du Fang.

Du Fang turned around immediately and found no one behind him.

"Oh no, I've been fooled!"