Chapter 642: Too spoiled (for subscription)

"Stop, Yang Fan, you coward, rubbish!"
After finishing speaking, Zhou Feilong didn't care anymore, a spear appeared in his hand, and it stabbed at the back of Yang Fan's heart.
Huh!
The spear is very fast, and even a strong person on the tenth floor of the heavenly wonderland may be stabbed accidentally.
"court death!!!"
Yang Fan's face suddenly sank with his back to Zhou Feilong, and he quickly turned around and avoided him. Zhou Feilong liked to continue stabbing him when he saw it.
when!
Between the electric light and flint, Yang Fan took out his Variety Wishful Knife and blocked the spear head with the blade. It's just that Zhou Feilong's spear shattered when the spear head hit it like this.
"This..."
Zhou Feilong was stunned, he couldn't believe that his low-grade third-order magic weapon had actually been broken, and it was still broken in such a hit.
"Could it be..."
Zhou Feilong seemed to think of something, his face couldn't help showing greed.
"You magic weapon, I want it."
After Zhou Feilong finished speaking, he put away the broken spear and grabbed the weapon in Yang Fan's hand with his big hand.
Whoosh!
A cold light flashed, followed by a large amount of golden blood gushing out, and finally a palm of one or two catties fell to the ground.
At first, Zhou Feilong didn't take it seriously, until the pain came, he realized that his left hand had been cut off.
Ah ah ah!
Zhou Feilong gripped the wound in his left hand that was still pouring blood, screamed, his body couldn't help backing.
"Things like still want to fight with me, and there will be another time, death!"
Zhou Feilong's pupils shrank and he dared not step forward. He hadn't seen how Yang Fan made the move just now, so he was scared.
"Let's go."
Yang Fan left without looking back, Lord Lü and the preacher showed a weird smile at Zhou Feilong one after another, and then left.
For a long time, Zhou Feilong put away his deadly expression, picked up the severed hand on the ground, and left dingy.
More than an hour later, Yang Fan and his party came to the opening of the ancient battlefield. There was already a crowd of people here, but there were people guarding the entrance, and no one dared to approach it.
"Who are they?"
Yang Fan pointed to the several powerhouses guarding the entrance. They were all very powerful, and at least they had a true fairyland.
"They are the guards of the top forces in the Lower Continent. I don't know which sect it is, because guarding the entrance to the ancient battlefield is the responsibility of all the top forces in the Lower Continent."
The preacher, as a powerhouse of the tenth floor of True Wonderland, the preacher did not put these people in his eyes.
"Almost, the entrance will automatically open in three months."
The lord found a piece of land and sat down, not caring whether it was dirty or not.
"I don't understand, why should someone guard it if the entrance opens automatically?"
"Hey, Brother Yang, you don’t know that. Although the entrance is automatically opened, there are still other ways to enter. However, only the top ones can enter. They are worried that someone will follow in, so they send People are guarded. In addition, it will be opened soon, worrying that some people will gather to make trouble and occupy the entrance to prevent others from entering."
Three months is not long for a cultivator, Yang Fan can only wait in place.
Soon three months were up, but what surprised Yang Fan was that he met an acquaintance he didn't know.
Ma's Ma Yun, the son of a mine at home.
"We finally met."
At this time, Ma Yun suddenly stepped forward, came to Yang Fan, and said.
"you know me?"
Yang Fan pointed at himself, surprised.
"Ah!"
Ma Yun seemed to be amused by Yang Fan and sneered.
"Do you think I can't find out who is hiding in the Tianzi private room? You underestimate my Ma's family."
Yang Fan knew it, but he didn't know the Ma family in Ma Yun's words, nor was he interested in knowing it.
"Unexpectedly, that auction house would lower its head in front of your house."
Yang Fan knows the unwritten rule of the auction house, that is, the confidentiality of customers. Unless the person who comes to ask the auction house can't afford to offend him, he will never betray the customer's news, which will only affect their reputation.
"You mean that powerhouse in Taiyi Golden Wonderland?"
Ma Yun shook his bangs, with a hint of disdain in his tone.
"Although I am not his opponent, my family can't afford to offend them, and there are still people protecting me. If I really fight, I won't be in danger."
It wasn't until this time that Yang Fan noticed that behind Ma Yun was a middle-aged man with a short hair and a face with Chinese characters, with a thick upper lip beard, his eyes dull, and there was not the slightest demeanor of a strong man between walking. But Yang Fan is sure that he should have surpassed the Golden Wonderland, because the pressure he brought to Yang Fan is stronger than Murong Yunhai, and Murong Yunhai is a powerhouse on the tenth floor of the Golden Wonderland after all, stronger than him, it can only be Taiyi Jinxian.
"Interesting, but I don't understand. Why do you, a young master of the top power, venture into the ancient battlefield? Don't you be welcome?"
Yang Fan, who has watched a lot of court dramas, still knows a lot, especially the top giants, where family conflicts are no less than the fights in the harem.
Ma Yun almost fell, angrily said.
"What nonsense? My father is just my son, and the others are daughters. The reason for coming here is just for fun. Everyday things are arranged by people. I am either practicing or letting me see girls from major families. I’m so annoying, I don’t feel any freedom. Sometimes I even think, if I was born in an ordinary family, it would be nice to do what I want."
Yang Fan rolled his eyes. This guy is too spoiled. Unless his family is destroyed, it is impossible to experience the hardships of casual cultivators and the poor.
Just like Yang Fan, Yang Fan vaguely remembers that he didn't eat well when he was a child. He was very thin in elementary school. Because of the accommodation, he could only live on campus. But this means that you can't eat fresh dishes, and you can only eat pickles and hot sauce made by the dean's father every week.
Later, with the support of the state, the conditions of the orphanage improved. Although they could not have meat on their meals, they were guaranteed to be able to eat them every day, and they became fat in less than two months.
"You just live too comfortably. Someone will do everything for you, which makes you feel boring to do everything, otherwise your strength will not stay at the sixth floor of the fairyland."
"Oh, I didn't expect you to be able to get through my cultivation base. You are only at the fifth floor of Wonderland, incredible."
Ma Yun was a little surprised, and became more and more curious about Yang Fan.
"Actually, what you said was pretty good. I was too comfortable. I stretched out my hand when I was dressed and opened my mouth when I was eating. I felt that living like this was meaningless, so I begged my father to let me break into the ancient battlefield.
"It seems you succeeded in persuading your father."
For Ma Yun, Yang Fan has a slight affection. Although he has a temperament with the son of a wealthy man, but his character is not bad, Yang Fan is more willing to make friends.