Chapter 11 Desperate Life

When Yun Fan woke up, the dense forest was still dark. In addition to the low sobs of Yangyang, the forest was quiet and frightening. In addition, the low sobs of Yangyang was even more creepy.

"Yangyang?" Yun Fan's super resilience once again created a miracle. The blood scars on his body fell to the ground. Yun Fan was not surprised. Since the beast attacked the West Hunting Village that day, Yun Fan's physique has not only become hard and soft. Compared with the past, it is really different from heaven. What's more amazing is that the body's self-healing ability is also different. It is often powerful. As long as the meridians and soul are not damaged or there is no major injury for a few days, the skin trauma can recover as before for a while, and the organs are relatively slow.

"Brother Xiaofan, you are awake. My brother has been in a coma now." Yangyang saw Yun Fan wake up like a drowning child grabbing a life-saving straw.

It was not surprising that the Yang brothers and sisters had seen Yun Fan's strong self-healing ability. When they rushed to Sanlong Mountain, Yun Fan had been following Yang Sheng to kill fierce beasts, and there were no shortage of injuries. However, after a while of injury, Yun Fan recovered as before, and the skin at the wound was as delicate as that of a newborn baby. At the Yang's brother and sister began Looking at Yun Fan's eyes is like looking at a monster, but if a harmless monster appears in front of you every day, even if it is a monster, you will not be surprised.

Yun Fan touched Yangyang's head, gave her a comforting look, and then walked to Yang Sheng. Yang Sheng's whole body is now like ice. Standing in front of him, he can feel a piercing chill. His pale paper-like face can't see any blood color, and his anger is like a hair, as if he will die at any time. Yun Fan I didn't care so much. I peeled off the leather band from the Xunying Beast with a dagger, made a simple back basket, and put Yang Sheng in the back basket and headed to the northeast. Yangyang also seemed to have spiritual sustenance, followed Yun Fan's back step by step towards Sanlong Mountain.

"Teacher, are you waiting for someone?" In a seductive pavilion at the foot of Sanlong Mountain, an old man in a blue robe looked into the mountain gate and looked at the mountain gate.

The old man hummed gently and said nothing more. He stood next to him, about 20 years old. The slightly fat young man saw the sun and said, "Teacher, it's getting dark. Go back early."

"Ask the disciple of Shanmen if there is a middle-aged couple who is about 40 years old going up the mountain, or..." The old man suddenly stopped and sighed, and his face looked a little heavy.

"Teacher, or what?" The fat man asked respectfully.

"Or is there a child surnamed Yang, about thirteen years old?" The old man said for a while, and the fat man answered. The old man looked at the sky and said to himself, "Son, the teacher has been waiting for you. I hope you can come back early." The old man suddenly seems to be dozens of years old.

"Cover the mountain, collect the mountain" A Sanlong Mountain disciple stood in front of the mountain gate and shouted proudly, and several half-dead examiners who had not yet stepped into the mountain gate hurriedly rushed into the mountain gate. After half a moment,

The disciple of Shanmen on duty saw that the time was coming, and the mountain was about to close the door, but he saw a man about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in shabby leather armor, carrying a simple basket made of animal skin and wooden sticks. The boy with a bloody face waved his hands and shouted loudly, "Wait a minute..." Behind him was followed by a little girl with messy hair.

"It's time, close the door." When the disciple on duty at the mountain gate saw that there was no oil and water to fish, he did not stop closing the door. Before the boy ran to the mountain gate, the door was closed.

"Open the door, open the door." The boy ran to the mountain gate and knocked hard. The boy was Yun Fan.

"Let's go, let's go, come back next year." The Sanlong Mountain disciple behind the mountain gate shouted impatiently.

"Please open the door. Someone is not going to pull it." Yun Fan kept shouting, and Yangyang cried there.

"Are there fewer people who die in the assessment every year?" The disciple of Sanlong Mountain behind the mountain gate said lightly, "You'd better go early. Maybe there is still salvation."

"Who is calling outside?" A voice suddenly came out and asked.

"It turned out to be Pan Ruolong, Brother Pan. It's not those who didn't pass the assessment on time and want to enter the next assessment." The Sanlongshan disciple said disdainfully. Pan Ruolong was the fat man who went down the mountain to ask.

Pan Ruolong nodded his head and simply exchanged a few words and then asked, "Is there any middle-aged person who is about 40 years old to enter the mountain gate today?"

"Brother Pan, you know the rules of Sanlong Mountain. Those over 16 years old are not qualified to enter the mountain," the disciple on duty replied awkwardly.

"Am I the person who asked the first level of the entry assessment?" Pan Ruolong asked condescendingly that it was really a little uncomfortable for Pan Ruolong to be regarded as an idiot, although he often made idiotic problems.

"No...No," the disciple hurriedly replied, "Today, no one else has gone up the mountain except the entry assessment personnel."

Pan Ruolong said, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly turned around and asked, "So are there any Yang among these people who have passed the first assessment?"

The disciple on duty thought for a moment and shook his head "No"

"Yes! Yes!" Yun Fan, who had been shouting outside, shouted when he heard their conversation.

"What's there? If you don't leave, you just wait to feed the beasts," the disciple on duty guarding the mountain gate roared.

"There is a person surnamed Yang..." Yun Fan kept shouting.

"Open the door," Pan Ruolong thought for a moment and said to the gatekeeper.

"Brother...this... you also believe it," the disciple of the gatekeeper smiled bitterly.

"If you ask you to open it, you will open it." Pan Ruolong is also the third brother of Sanlong Mountain. It was questioned by the little gatekeeper's disciples, so he also roared. The gatekeeper's disciples did not dare to disoience, and then opened the mountain gate and brought Yun Fan and others in.

"Are you surnamed Yang?" Pan Ruolong looked at Yun Fan and said.

"No, it's her." Yun Fan pulled Yang Yang forward and said, "Yes, there is him." Yun Fan hurriedly put Yang Sheng down to the ground.

"What's going on?" Pan Ruolong said that he also had the cultivation of a senior soul warrior. He couldn't help but be surprised to see Yang Sheng.

"To put it a long story, we met a fierce beast," Yun Fan smiled bitterly.

"Is there such a fierce beast in the dense forest at the foot of Sanlong Mountain?" Pan Ruolong asked doubtfully, and looking at Yun Fan's expression became unfriendly.

"He was not injured by a beast," Yun Fan explained helplessly, "He was hurt like this by himself."

"Is your injury like this? Do you think I'm a child?" Pan Ruolong questioned.

"He used the power of taboo," Yun Fan explained helplessly.

"The power of taboos? Can an ordinary person still have any martial arts skills?" Pan Ruolong still didn't believe it, and the disciples of Sanlong Mountain, who guarded the door, also looked at Yun Fan and others with ridiculingly.

"Ruolong, bring them here" A kind voice came from which made people unable to disobey any heart.

"Yes, teacher" Pan Ruolong bowed in the direction of his voice, saying that he took Yun Fan and the other three people to the old man just now.

Pan Ruolong took Yun Fan and the other three into the pavilion, and the old man came up and looked at Yang Yang and asked, "Your surname is Yang?" Yangyang may also know that the kind old man in front of him is the key to saving his brother, and nodded obediently.

"So who are you, Yang Muhua?" The old man couldn't help but be a little excited when he heard Yangyang admitting his surname, but he quickly regained his composure and lowered his head and asked.

"You mean Dad? The elder brother said that Dad has gone far away, and it will take a long time to come back," Yangyang pouted and said aggrievedly.

"Oh, the flowers are similar every year, and the people are different from year to year." The old man sighed, said, picked up Yang Sheng and leaped to the mountain, and suddenly disappeared into the forest.

"Send the two little friends to my residence, treat each other well, don't neglect each other." The old man's instructions to Pan Ruolong came from the deep forest. Pan Ruolong hurriedly answered. The old man did not know whether the old man could hear Pan Ruolong himself. The old man must have gone long ago.

Looking at all this, Yun Fan couldn't help but feel excited. Especially when he saw the old man who broke through the air, he thought of himself in his previous life. Now he finally feels that he has finally taken a substantial step to restore the strength of his previous life. More importantly, he can find his missing father as soon as possible.

The sun fell to the west mountain, and the last glow also disappeared. Looking at the sky at the beginning of the night, Yun Fan suddenly looked forward to the dawn of the next day.