Chapter 221 Strict Master

Hearing Yang Shiyun's shouting, Yang Fan rushed out without thinking and rushed to the scene of the incident.

At a glance, the ghost correction in the early stage of the two golden elixirs was besieging his two apprentices. Fortunately, the two little guys have good fighting power and don't make any trouble.

The magic bowl in Yang Hong's hand protected himself and Yang Shiyun tightly, and at the same time sent several golden lights to hit those opponents.

Yang Shiyun commanded thousands of fierce souls to kill the ghosts without worries, and the tide-like fierce spirits made those ghosts tired to deal with them. In particular, the eight heavy-clad ghost kings waved the ghost knives in their hands, and each time they hit them in a good way, and they were by no means random.

Yang Fan has even seen the clue that his apprentice is very powerful and can distinguish eight ghost kings with different moves, as if one person has eight splits. As long as they take action together, they can break the true shield of a ghost cultivation in a few strokes and make the other party's ghost body gloomy.

Yang Fan was also quite proud to see that the two ghosts in the early days of Jindan couldn't help his apprentices.

"Master, help me quickly. We can't stand it." Yang Shiyun shouted urgently.

Yang Fan scolded: "If you can't even deal with these rabbles, what immortals have you cultivated over the years?"

I know that these two little guys are usually idle and stubborn, unlike themselves who often struggle on the edge of life and death, which can well summarize the experience of the enemy. Now it is a God-given opportunity for them to practice, so how can they help?

Yang Hong said urgently, "Master, I really can't stand it..."

Yang Fanzhen felt that he spoiled them too much, but the loss of Zhenyuan was about 40%. How could he stand alone in the future with such a delicate heart? The heart is cruel. Instead of making them die in the future, it's better to let them understand the cruelty of immortals now, even if they are seriously injured.

Let go of the divine consciousness and scan for a week. She found that Liu Meier was solving several other ghosts and rushed here, and was relieved.

As soon as she came over, she wanted to help the two, but was stopped by Yang Fan: "Don't need your help, let them solve it by themselves."

Liu Meier was surprised and said, "Ah? Brother, that's the ghost cultivation of the Jindan period. They..."

"How capable is the apprentice? Can I, as a master, be unclear?" Yang Fan said with a straight face.

Suddenly, the two ghosts saw the helper and wanted to escape. Yang Fan's two fingers together and picked it up. On the way to escape, the ghost Xiu burst into a chaotic flame and sealed the other party's escape road.

He said to the ghosts, "As long as you kill them, I will let you go."

Everyone present was stunned. Not only the enemy, but also Liu Meier and the two little guys looked at Yang Fan with incredible faces.

Liu Meier stamped her foot and said urgently, "You're crazy! They are your apprentices!"

Yang Fan didn't want to answer either. He looked at the two ghost monks coldly and said, "Why, don't you want to do it?"

Before he finished speaking, he waved a dragon bullet and exploded among the two ghosts. The power of Yanlong's splashing has greatly changed the faces of these guys, and the real shields on their bodies have dissipated a lot.

"If you don't do it, you will die."

The two ghosts looked at each other, and one of them shouted, "As long as you kill the two of them, you will let us go?"

Yang Fan snorted coldly, "You are not qualified to negotiate with me. There is still a glimmer of life. If you don't do it, I will let you taste the soul." He turned his head and said to his apprentice, "Listen carefully. I won't help you. Unless I defeat them, you will know the end."

Yang Shiyun and Yang Hong are very clear about their master's temperament. Once the decision can't be changed, the two of them are in awe-hearted, and they can only fight hard.

"Sister, let's fight!"

"Well, work together to deal with one, that old ghost!" The formula in Yang Shiyun's hand condensed, and the eight ghost kings immediately launched an offensive and surrounded the other party with all their strength. Those cold long knives shouted, bringing pieces of black knives and couldn't help attacking their opponents.

Yang Hong was not idle, using the magic bowl to keep himself sound, and at the same time sacrificing the green light sword to cut through the air and poke the opponent's Zhenyuan shield fiercely.

"Bum!"

"Dong!"

"Puff..."

The remaining thousands of ghosts also came forward to help separate the two ghosts with a large number. Although the number of ghosts suddenly decreased under the other party's powerful offensive, they did not suffer a devastating blow, and almost all returned to the thousand ghosts to rest.

Under the joint attack of the eight ghost kings and the green light sword, how could the ghost cultivation, which had the weakest and had long been scattered ghosts, resist the group attack? In a short time, the shield was broken and cut into two by the ghost king. Yang Shiyun controlled the ghosts and rushed up and swallowed them directly into his stomach.

"The power is endless, and the strength is inexhaustible; the law is finally one; Yang has grown, and the attack must be defended..." Yang Fan repeatedly pointed to the two apprentices. This kind of opportunity for apprenticeship is really rare. As long as he is not a simple guy, he can understand his painstaking efforts.

Liu Meier also understood the mystery. It seemed dangerous in the field, but it was not. Not to mention Yang Fan, she can save two little guys at the critical moment.

The two people who have exhausted their faces are as pale as paper, and their legs can't help trembling. But when they heard their master's voice, it was like enlightenment. Both of them quickly took out a Zengyuan elixir and held it under their tongues, holding a top-grade spiritual stone in their hands to restore Zhenyuan.

At the same time, Yang Hong also took himself as an array and threw down several flags to quickly arrange a small gathering array. Once these were completed, he shouted, "Senior sister, protect yourself!" The sacrificial Voldemort bowl couldn't help rising in the air, and the mouth of the bowl overflowed with golden light, covering the remaining ghost cultivation.

The ghost Xiu took advantage of the moment when the magic bowl flew out, hit several ghost claws and roared at the two people.

Liu Meier covered her mouth and exclaimed, wanting to get Jiling Bingjing to help her fist. However, she then gave up this move.

Seeing the change of the magic formula in Liu Shiyun's hand, he immediately recalled three or 400 ghost soldiers and surrounded them and did not live around.

"Bum bang bang..."

The ghost claws hit the ghost soldiers, making them turn into a spirit and return to the thousand ghost flags, while the two little guys in the field were safe and sound.

Fumo bowl is indeed a strange treasure. Under its cover, the ghost cultivation, who was tired of dealing with the fierce ghost army, was unstable, and the ghost gas was abruptly pulled away from the body and slowly absorbed by it.

Yang Shiyun also cooperated very tacitly and commanded those ghost kings and ghost soldiers to come forward and kill them one by one.

The battle lasted for about half an hour. After the last ghost Xiu was swallowed up, the two little guys collapsed on the ground, couldn't help gasping, and the bean-sized sweat rolled down.

Liu Meier hurried forward to check and saw that they were just too much real yuan and were a little weak.

Yang Fan came forward with a flat face and said in a low voice, "After the battle, the first thing to consider is not to rest, but to find a secluded place to restore Zhenyuan in the shortest time, because accidents can happen at any time."

Yang Shiyun and Yang Hong both began to fight and dared not neglect when they heard the words. They helped each other to the corner and began to arrange the formation.

Liu Meier complained, "Brother, they are just children. What can they know? Is it necessary to be so strict?"

"If the son doesn't teach, it's the father's wrong; if the teacher is not strict, the teacher's laziness. It's better to let them suffer a little than to die at the hands of others. Yang Fan said coldly.

Yang Shiyun and Yang Hong were stunned when they heard the words and knew that this was the master's expression of love for them. With tears in their eyes, they clenched their teeth and accelerated the array, and then entered it to recover Zhenyuan.

Liu Meier remembered that it was the same when her mother was strict with her. Except for special times, she never smiled, and always suffered more than others. At this time, she also clearly understood that the original suffering was not in vain. If Yang Fan hadn't stayed by his side, it would have been difficult to overcome all the difficulties and dangers in the huge tower with his current strength.

"Brother, did your original master teach you this?"

Yang Fan just smiled and said casually, "The experience of cultivating immortals is the best master and the most strict master. If you don't meet his requirements, there is only a dead end."

After saying that, he found a place to medit quietly cross his knees.

Liu Meier sighed a long sigh and felt a little sad. She could guess what kind of life the other party had lived in the past.