Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

01:30am.

Yang Fan is approaching Yonghe Village.

At the foot of the mountain, in addition to the road around the mountain built more than a year ago, there is another cement road, which goes around the mountain and leads to Wangtuo Peak behind Yonghe Village.

A memorial archway was built 30 meters from the intersection to Yonghe Village. There is a wooden house next to the archway, which is the base camp of the Yinyang Sect.

After Yang Fan landed, a figure flashed out and shouted: "Who is it!"

It was a man in a blue gown, with his right hand resting on the saber at his waist, with a vigilant expression on his face.

Normally, when people from other sects came to visit, they would make a sound at the fork in the road, not to mention it was midnight now.

Yang Fan smiled and took out the master token, "I'm Yang Fan, your name is Peng Tong?"

Li Yinwan, the fairy body, said that besides her, the sect also had two disciples who were at the peak of the fourth level of Qi training, a man and a woman.

Yang Fan joined the sect group, and it was easy to tell the identity of the man in front of him from his name.

The man was slightly stunned, looked at the token, then looked at Yang Fan's face, his face became serious, and he hurriedly bowed and clasped his fists: "Peng Tong has met the elder brother!"

As he said that, he took out a triangular strip-shaped black token from his pocket, waved it aside, opened the mountain protection formation, and said with a smile, "When you were away, I often heard about you. I saw it in the group yesterday. When you come back from the secret realm of the underground palace, I look forward to meeting you, big brother please!"

Yang Fan nodded, scanning the fluctuations of formations underground with his spiritual sense, there are formations in a range of more than 50 meters from here to the head of Yonghe Village, and a horizontal stretch of nearly a kilometer.

Judging by the intensity of the fluctuations, it is similar to the protective formation contained in the stone room in the dungeon, and it can barely resist the foundation-building monks.

Shen Xintong said that all the spirit stones sent by the underworld were used to construct the formation, which is already the strongest formation that can be constructed.

Yang Fan looked at Peng Tong, who was so ordinary that he couldn't attract attention in the crowd, "Let's go back to the village and tell me about the situation in Zongli."

"Yes, senior brother, I'll ask Junior Sister He to help me out." Peng Tong took out his mobile phone and prepared to make a call.

Yang Fan shook his head and walked forward, "No need."

His current consciousness can cover the entire Yonghe Village and the surrounding kilometers, which is stronger than the induction of this formation, and he can detect any disturbance.

"Yes, Big Brother!"

Peng Tong cupped his fists and introduced the situation of the mountain gate before Yang Fan could ask.

"Junior Sister He and I are the only two disciples in the mountain now. I am in charge of formations, and Junior Sister He is in charge of patrolling. The other senior brothers have other tasks. Originally, Senior Sister Du was here all the time. She went to the Demon City for something two days ago, and she should be back soon... ..."

There are only over 60 monks in the Yin Yang Sect. Apart from the dungeon, some industries have also been developed in other places, which need to be watched by people, which leads to the 'emptiness of the sect'.

Of course, ordinary disciples thought that this was just an appearance, and there were still some faceless masters hidden in the sect, because Yang Fan fabricated the Yin Yang sect in advance.

Back at the head of the village, there are seven or eight cars parked in the threshing ground. The whole Yonghe Village has undergone great changes, with many more houses, pavilions, and courtyards.

The old locust trees are lush and lush, and the crown of the canopy, which is like a canopy, has a feeling of covering the sky and the sun, and it is a circle larger than a year ago.

"I don't know what will happen when the 33rd year comes next year." Yang Fan thought, the old locust tree has been watered by the third uncle Yang Zhiping to reincarnation lake.

"Will outsiders come often?"

Peng Tong: "There are relatively few people entering the village. They are people from our own village walking around, going to the market or something. Many monks go to and from the Tomb Valley Forest and take another mountain road."

Obviously, Yonghe Village has become the exclusive territory of Yin Yang Sect.

The courtyard door of Niu Guyu's house was wide open, Yang Fan went in and turned on the light, and a smile appeared on his face looking at the familiar environment, but there was basically no change here.

Peng Tong followed him, observed his expression secretly, and tried to ask: "Brother, is there really a secret realm on the other side of the underground palace? Now the secret realm has emerged?"

"It's a secret realm. It has been revealed on Thunder Island in Haizhou, and it will be completely opened in two months."

At this time, hurried footsteps came from outside, and after a while, a young female monk at the fourth level of Qi training appeared at the gate of the courtyard with a long sword, looked at Yang Fan curiously, and asked, "Senior Brother Peng, why are you back? Who is this?"

"Junior Sister He, hurry up and pay respects to Senior Brother!"

Senior brother of the Yin Yang sect, all disciples only heard his name and never met a real person. Almost every disciple was stunned when they saw it, and then hurriedly bowed and clasped their fists, "He Yun has seen senior brother!"

Yang Fan raised his hand and smiled, casually asking about the situation of the two of them.

Peng Tong is 22 years old, and he has been practicing Qi for eight months to reach the peak of the fourth level. He Yun is 21 years old, and he has been practicing for six months to practice Qi for the third level.

Both of them were found by Shen Xintong himself, they practiced from scratch, they are the direct descendants of the Yin-Yang sect.

The newly recruited disciples of the Yin Yang Sect are relatively young, the oldest is no more than 25 years old, and the youngest Yang Rong is only seventeen.

Shen Xintong plans to recruit disciples next time, to recruit more teenagers under the age of ten, and to select seedlings with excellent aptitude to start training from an early age.

After chatting for half an hour, Yang Fan sent the two of them to go to work separately, and one walked back to his home.

As soon as he arrived at the door, the phone kept vibrating, and it was a WeChat message.

In addition to the large group in the company, each small group was also discussing the matter of the senior brother returning to the sect, such as how handsome he is, how unpredictable he is, his cultivation level, and secretly gossip about the relationship between the senior senior brother and the senior sister.

This made Yang Fan amused for a while, none of the juniors and younger sisters knew that he was undercover with a trumpet.

Li Yinwan got along really well with her classmates, and there was always someone who liked her. Li Yinwan, who knew the situation, was not good at participating in the discussion, and she didn't dare to reveal Yang Fan's identity, so she only sent a smiley face every time.

After watching the group chat, Yang Fan charged his phone, went into the basement, and saw the golden retriever Wangfu.

To be precise, its cocoon is still in the process of mutation.

Above the stone bed, a white oval silkworm cocoon the size of a small water tank hangs in mid-air, with faint golden rays emitting from it.

Yang Fan stopped and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see anything tricky with his vitality and spiritual sense.

It can only be felt from the silkworm cocoon that the vitality of Wangfu inside is very strong, and the fluctuation of vitality that comes out has already surpassed the establishment of the foundation.

"Wouldn't it be transformed into a human form after being reborn from the cocoon?"

Although it was an unfounded guess, Yang Fan had some expectations.

Shen Xintong asked Yang Jianye this question before, it belongs to a special mutation, other people or races do not have this kind of situation, it is probably related to the red toxin produced by the floating city in the sky.

"I don't know how long it will take to wake up."

After thinking for a long time, Yang Fan sat down cross-legged on the spot, adjusted his physical condition, and prepared to advance to the Jindan realm.

He Yun's eager voice came from outside the secret room, "Brother? Have you rested yet?"

"what happened?"

"Something happened, Senior Brother. Senior Brother Li and Junior Sister Zeng were attacked on the way back to the county and died!"

Yang Fan's expression changed, thinking of the battle scene he saw on the way back, it was really the disciples of his Yin Yang sect killing each other.

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