"You said he is an immortal magic weapon, Yuqing Kunlun Fan, so will you use it?"

The very ostentatious Taoist priest suddenly weakened his momentum when he heard this, and was obviously impaled by this.

But that Taoist priest is not a fool. If this sentence is exposed just by this sentence, wouldn’t it be in vain?

The Taoist priest looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a young man in extraordinary clothes slowly walking towards the woman he slandered.

The woman also looked at Yang Cong curiously. Everyone around her believed the Taoist priest's words, but he only wanted to refute this way.

This young man is Yang Cong.

When Yang Cong happened to come down, he saw the Taoist priest shouting, fearing that everyone would not know the same.

His palms were opened, and the Yuqing Kunlun Fan, which was originally tightly held by the Taoist priest, seemed to have life. He left the Taoist priest's palm and turned to Yang Cong's palm.

"My fan." The Taoist priest saw the fan appearing in Yang Cong's hands inexplicably, as if his heart was bleeding, and he finally grabbed it.

"This fan is indeed the Yuqing Kunlun Fan." Yang Cong grabbed the Yuqing Kunlun Fan in his hand: "It is indeed an immortal magic weapon, but I want to ask you, do you know how to use it?"

"I...will I do anything to you? This is passed down by my ancestors. You should return it to me soon, otherwise I will report it to the official." The Taoist priest was not weak, but became even more arrogant.

"What is your ancestor left?" Yang Cong sneered: "Okay, since you want it, I will give it to you to see if you dare to answer."

Hearing Yang Cong's words, the Taoist instantly showed joy, but when he wanted to take the fan, his body suddenly trembled.

"Boom..."

The sky that was originally clear and clear, thunder sounded instantly.

Just as everyone was watching, a ray of thunder struck down, and the target was the Taoist priest who was holding the Yuqing Kunlun Fan.

"this...."

In an instant, the Taoist priest wanted to dodge, but it was still too late. At the beginning, his eyes were full of the Jade Qing Kunlun Fan.

When the lightning fell, the Taoist priest who was originally just like a legitimate person became a very embarrassed beggar, or even a beggar.

Yang Cong's mouth raised slightly. He just inputted a little bit of immortal power into the Yuqing Kunlun Fan. If the Taoist wanted to master it, he touched the resistance of the Yuqing Kunlun Fan.

"This Taoist priest, it's really a coincidence. It seems that you can't use the fan left by your ancestor." Yang Cong looked at the embarrassed Taoist priest with a smile.

"You...you..." The Taoist priest looked at Yang Cong with disbelief. Although he was a Taoist priest, he could see that the Yuqing Kunlun Fan was a magic weapon, so it was not simple.

But he is always a mortal, so how could he master such an immortal weapon?

Yang Cong's palm was opened, and the Yuqing Kunlun Fan floating in the air seemed to have a magnetic force to attract him.

However, this fan did not return to Yang Cong's palm, but returned to the basket of the mortal girl as if she was spiritual.

Seeing this scene, Yang Cong narrowed his eyes. He knew that the Yuqing Kunlun Fan was an immortal weapon, and his master was Si Yin before. There were only two possible ways to say that the Yuqing Kunlun Fan was like this.

The first possibility is that the woman in front of me has a very good relationship with Si Yin, so the Yuqing Kunlun Fan recognizes her master so much.

The second type is that Si Yin is dead, and the Yuqing Kunlun Fan was unexpectedly recognized by the mortal woman in front of her.

But compared to the second type, Yang Cong is more willing to believe in the first type.

Regardless of the first or second type, the woman in front of her has a very good relationship with Si Yin.

"This Taoist priest, I would like to advise you to be a good person." Yang Cong's eyes were cold: "Don't be greedy for things that are not your own, especially this kind of thing that is not something that ordinary people should have."

Yang Cong's words were so harsh to the Taoist priests' ears. He ended up like this because he was greedy for the Yuqing Kunlun Fan.

"You...you are all in the same group!"

Despite saying this, the Taoist priest had no courage to stay here and ran out in a hurry.

After seeing the Taoist priest leave, Yang Cong turned around and came to the mortal woman.

"Thank you." The mortal woman thanked.

At the beginning, so many people chose to believe in Taoist priests but did not believe in her. Only he believed in her, which made her very grateful.

Others may not know, but she knows that the fan was picked up by her as she said.

"Don't thank me." Yang Cong shook his head: "You said you picked this fan before. Can I ask where to pick this fan?"

"I won't hide it from you if you help me." The mortal woman said, "I picked it up in Junji Mountain, Donghuang."

"Donghuang Junji Mountain?" Yang Cong thought for a while. Isn't this the nest of the Red Flame Golden Beast at the beginning?

It seems that it is very necessary to search.

And just as Yang Cong was thinking, a person was turned to the corner of his eyes.

A very familiar person.

When Yang Cong saw the man, his body trembled.

And when he saw that man, the man also saw him.

"This girl, wait for me for a while." Yang Cong rushed out directly.

The mortal woman looked strange. She didn't know why Yang Cong suddenly left in such a hurry. But then she thought, she was just an ordinary person. When Yang Cong saw that she was dressed as a rich young master, she had no intersection at all.

I guess she had just acted kindly before, so she didn't think so much and was about to go back.

.........

"rouge!"

Yang Cong shouted from behind.

But no matter how Yang Cong shouted, the figure ahead still kept stopping.

"I don't believe it anymore, I can't escape you!"

Yang Cong changed his body and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes. He was so scared that the people around him hurriedly called the gods.

But at this time he had no time to pay attention to this.

The next moment, Yang Cong instantly appeared in front of the figure he was chasing.

Seeing the face that had been around for 70,000 years, Yang Cong felt a little moved.

"rouge."

Yang Cong shouted.

Yanzhi, who was standing opposite him, also stopped and looked at Yang Cong with red eyes.

Seventy thousand years ago, the two have not seen each other for 70,000 years.

But little did not know that it had not seen him for 70,000 years, but this was the first time he saw him.

When he saw him suddenly, Yang Cong was also speechless.

"All you have been doing well over the years?" Yang Cong finally spoke.

The reason why he asked this was because he had heard Li Yuan say before that although Yanzhi didn't want to see him, he still missed him very much.

Yanzhi didn't answer, but just looked at him.

Seeing this, Yang Cong suddenly stepped forward and hugged Yanzhi.

Yang Cong's behavior was something Yanzhi never expected.

"Roge...I miss you very much for the past 70,000 years."
Chapter completed!