Chapter 420: Zhenxi Wang Yang Dingtian (seeking subscription)

"You also have a tiger?"
The rickety old man sneered, his laughter full of contempt.
Just when the rickety old man didn't care, the power in Yang Fan suddenly exploded, and a blue halo enveloped him. It was the seventh door of the Eight Door Dunjia Jingmen.
With the opening of the seventh door, a terrifying coercion swept all around, even if the formation was blocking, everyone around couldn't help kneeling down, as did Yang Guangyi.
"this is?!!"
The complexion of the half-step Mahayana in the pavilion suddenly changed, and he instantly came to Yang Guangyi's side and blocked this coercion.
Fortunately, Yang Fan deliberately suppressed his cultivation level, otherwise he would not be able to resist with Yang Fan's Mahayana strength and the seventh gate.
"The late stage of the robbery! A secret technique that can enhance a great realm!"
The old man frowned, and his half-step Mahayana pressure was released, pressing Yang Fan's power back into the formation, but in this case, the old man would suffer.
The coercion in the later stage of the robbery was not something he could bear.
So when Yang Fan's coercion was just released, he couldn't help kneeling down, and only the flame tiger rushed towards Yang Fan unyieldingly.
"Day Tiger!"
Yang Fan's right hand clenched into a fist, his breath condensed, and he shrank back slightly, and then slammed his fist.
A white tiger composed entirely of air rushed towards the flame tiger.
The day tiger was ten meters long, which was not comparable to the day tiger released by Akai, and then rushed away with terrifying power.
Huh!
Just a face-to-face, the flame tiger was beaten into dust, turned into pure energy and returned to nature.
Then Zhouhu's power continued to blast towards the rickety old man.
Rickety old man's face was pale, and he completely lost the power to resist.
However, when Zhouhu's claws were only one centimeter away from the rickety old man, he suddenly stopped and then disappeared out of thin air.
The rickety old man breathed a sigh of relief, and when he calmed down, he realized that he had been scared to pee his pants.
A cloud of yellow, nasty liquid flowed from his lower body, making him shameless.
"I lost."
Then rushed out of the formation and quickly flew towards the outside of the palace.
Happiness!
Yang Guangyi clapped his hands and walked, very satisfied with Yang Fan's performance.
Hum!
With a movement of his mind, the seventh door state was removed, and his strength returned to the late stage of the body fit.
"You are very good, you are fully qualified to be the staff of the palace, no, you should protect me personally."
The young cultivator with the initial strength of the fit around Yang Guangyi was a little unhappy.
"Shizi, if that's the case, then what will Elder Song do?"
"Huh, a person of this age is so scared that he peeed his pants. How can such a person be qualified to protect me personally?"
Cough!
At this moment, several successive coughs came from behind Yang Guangyi.
Yang Fan saw that he was a middle-aged man wearing a three-clawed python robe.
A middle-aged man with a Chinese character face, with a thick upper lip beard, and a long thick beard on the chin, with a belt around his waist, with nine three-clawed pythons inlaid on the belt, with teeth and claws inlaid, lifelike.
The visitor was Yang Dingtian, the king of Zhenxi.
Behind Yang Dingtian, there was also a middle-aged man who was older than him, dressed in black, walking steadily and vigorously.
The man had short hair and a short beard, and the roots of the hair had begun to turn white, and he was obviously old. There is also a half-mask on his face, covering the right face, only revealing the eyes.
The mask is also black, with a golden scorpion painted on it. His lips are black, and he thinks he is poisoned.
"Father!"
Yang Guangyi hurriedly bowed.
When other people saw this, they all bowed their hands.
"See the prince!"
Yang Dingtian nodded and looked at Yang Fan, the only one who did not salute.
"Who are you?"
Yang Dingtian was not angry with himself, especially his deep eyes that made people afraid to look directly.
"Under Xu Changqing, I heard that the king of Zhenxi was recruiting staff, but he was not talented, so he came here to join the prince."
Yang Fan held his head high and looked straight, his aura was not affected by Yang Ding's weather.
"Oh?"
Yang Dingtian raised his eyebrows and looked up and down.
I have to say that Huo Jianhua's handsome appearance when he played Xu Changqing, and the righteousness of his decent disciple is completely beyond comparison with others.
At the first impression, Yang Dingtian looked at Yang Fan differently from his father.
But looking at each other, but his cautious character for many years has made him somewhat suspicious of Yang Fan.
Every year, there are countless monks who want to become staff of the Zhenxi Palace, but most of them are monks near Xitian City. The monk named Xu Changqing in front of him is very strange. And with such strength at such an age, it stands to reason that his reputation should be spread in Wuyuan Continent.
So Yang Dingtian, with this question, secretly gestured to the middle-aged man with a mask behind him.
The middle-aged man in the mask nodded, and then walked towards the palace.
"Yes, you have such strength at a young age. How old are you?"
"I am not talented, six hundred and fifty-three years old."
Yang Fan is still neither humble nor overbearing, and his tone is full of pride.
"Bold!"
The old man in the half-step Mahayana period was suddenly unhappy and said in a deep voice.
The three conjoined monks responsible for protecting Yang Guangyi were also a little angry, in their hearts. With Yang Dingtian as the head, they joined the Zhenxi Palace for fame and fortune. Only with fame and fortune can they have abundant cultivation resources.
So seeing Yang Fan's disrespect for Yang Dingtian, they wanted to show off in front of Yang Dingtian.
Yang Dingtian saw this trick instantly, and he waved his hand, and the voices of these three people disappeared.
"The young man is a little arrogant, I can understand, I won't hold it, don't have another time."
Yang Dingtian's tone was calm, and those who didn't know thought he was not angry.
But in fact, Yang Dingtian values ​​Yang Fan's talent.
After speaking, Yang Dingtian walked to the inner courtyard of the palace.
"Brother Xu."
Yang Guangyi laughed, "Don't be afraid, my father has always been like this."
"It's okay, maybe I shouldn't put on arrogance in front of King Zhenxi. Oh, yes, Shizi. I don't know what should I do after I become an assistant?"
Every day, the Zhenxi Prince’s Mansion recruits ten powerful staff members. Over the past few decades, there will be hundreds of them. If they do not do something for the Zhenxi Prince’s Mansion, the Royal Mansion will not give these staff a lot of training resources every year. Otherwise, even if they are The wealthy Zhenxi Wangfu could not hold on for a few years.
"This one......"
Yang Guangyi hasn’t really thought about it. For one thing, there are many staff members in the Royal Mansion. Like Yang Fan, who has a late-fitting monk, there are several in the Zhenxi Royal Mansion, but there are also talented staff members like Yang Fan. No.
Not only is there not in the palace, but even among the top forces in the entire Five Source Continent, there will be no more than five in total.