Chapter 1732 An Unexpected Thing
A few days later, Xiao Fan and the others passed through the Divine Realm and entered the Mysterious Realm. To avoid being discovered by interested parties, Xiao Fan deliberately changed his appearance.
Because of the bet between him and Wu Ruofeng, Wu Ruofeng promised to stay with Xiao Fan within a year.
A year later, Xiao Fanruo lost, let him go free, and let Wu Ruofeng do whatever he wanted.
Wu Ruofeng remained silent all the way down. In his opinion, Xiao Fan had lost.
"Palace Master, is this the Holy City of Fighting Souls?" Xiao Fan and others appeared on the streets of the Holy City of Fighting Souls. Jian Luo looked around curiously, as if he had discovered a new world.
For thousands of years, he had stayed in that narrow space. How could the outside world be so comfortable?
Of course, his eyes were full of nostalgia. Over the past thousand years, the Holy City of War Spirits has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Xiao Fan nodded, looked up at an inn in front of him, walked in first, and found a seat by the window to sit down.
"Master, what do you want to eat?" Jian Luo asked. Naturally, Jian Luo did not dare to call Xiao Fan the master of the palace in front of others.
"Whatever you want." Xiao Fan's face was a little solemn, as if he was worried about something.
Not long after, wine and food were served on the table, and Jian Luo enjoyed the meal, but Xiao Fan and Wu Ruofeng didn't taste a bite, and their expressions were different.
After reaching their level, they could completely live without food. However, Jianluo felt a little embarrassed and put down his bowl and chopsticks. He couldn't eat alone.
At this time, a man in black suddenly walked towards Xiao Fan and the others. He was a handsome young man of fifteen or sixteen years old.
Just as Jian Luo was about to speak, the young man in black stopped, slightly cupped his hands towards Xiao Fan and said, "Is this Young Master Jian?"
Jian Luo flashed a flash of surprise. Xiao Fan had changed his appearance and changed his name to Jian Hongchen. How could anyone in this Holy City of War Spirits know to call Xiao Fan this way?
"Lead the way." Xiao Fan stood up and waved his hands, as if he had been waiting for him.
The boy in black took a deep breath, a look of surprise and confusion flashed deep in his eyes, but he still nodded and walked out of the restaurant first.
Xiao Fan followed up slowly, his heart was extremely heavy, and even his breathing was a little short. Even if he was fighting against the peak of the God of War realm, Xiao Fan had never been so nervous.
Jian Luo and Wu Ruofeng looked at Xiao Fan with confusion. When they heard Xiao Fan's rapid breathing, they were even more surprised, but they followed him without hesitation.
Several people walked through several streets and finally stopped in front of a luxurious mansion. There were four guards standing there like puppets.
"Xiao Mansion?" Jian Luo squinted his eyes, looked at the two big Chinese characters on the mansion plaque and muttered in a low voice, and then couldn't help but glance at Xiao Fan.
Xiao Fan also frowned, but didn't say much. Seeing the young man in black preparing to knock on the door, Xiao Fan suddenly stopped him and said, "I'll do it myself."
"Yes, Mr. Jian." The young man in black nodded and stepped aside respectfully, while Jian Luo and Wu Ruofeng stood behind Xiao Fan for no apparent reason. Until now, they had no idea what Xiao Fan was doing here.
Xiao Fan took a deep breath and walked forward slowly. The four guards were about to take action, but were turned away by the look of the young man in black. The young man in black also looked at Xiao Fan in confusion. Until now, he did not know that Xiao Fan Fan's identity.
Xiao Fan slowly stretched out his hands, preparing to push the door open. However, his hands stopped in the air in vain, and his brows instantly twisted into the character "Sichuan".
"Xue Yaorao, I will give you one last chance. If you don't cherish it, you will end up like your brother!" An angry shout came from the palace, with a hint of gloating in his tone.
Xiao Fan couldn't help but frown when he heard this. He felt like he had heard this voice somewhere before, but too long a time had passed and he couldn't remember it at all.
"Wuxin, get out of here!" Another angry shout sounded. Xiao Fan was very familiar with this voice. Who else could it be besides Xue Yaorao?
"What if I don't get out? Do you think your brother Xue Wujue can still care about you?" The man named Wu Xin was extremely disdainful and said, "I'm not afraid to tell you that Xue Wujue is dead!"
"You're talking nonsense!" Xue Yaorao was also completely furious, murderous intent emanating from her body.
Xue Yaoruo has only two weaknesses in her life, one is Xiao Fan and the other is Xue Wujue. These are the two most important men in her life.
"Nonsense? Zizhen, it seems that the other Yamas didn't tell you the news, but soon you will believe it is true." Wu Xin's tone became colder and colder.
After a pause, he smiled and said, "I'm not afraid to tell you that since Xue Wujue left with several deputy hall masters, the Third Yama Hall has long been under my control!"
"Wuxin, you are simply a bastard!" Xue Wujue was extremely angry and said coldly: "It's in vain that my brother doesn't care about past grudges. Even though you used to be from the Yama Mansion, he still chose to believe you, but he didn't expect you to be so shameless! "
Hearing these words, the murderous aura in Xiao Fan became colder and colder, but he suppressed it forcefully. The four Xiao Mansion guards next to him looked at Xiao Fan in horror.
"Master Jian, I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now!" The young man in black suddenly had a cold look in his eyes, saluted Xiao Fan, and turned around to leave.
"It doesn't matter." Xiao Fan nodded. He glanced at the boy in black in surprise. He could tell at a glance that the murderous intention shown by the boy in black at this moment was obviously aimed at the so-called Wu Xin.
Originally, Xiao Fan really believed Wu Xin when he said that the Third Palace of Hell was under his control, but now it seems that this is not the case.
At least, this young man in black is not controllable by Wu Xin.
"Sir, is this the Xuanyu Shura Hall branch?" Jianluo suddenly understood at this moment and felt very uneasy.
Only then did he realize that Xiao Fan still had many secrets that he didn't know. At least he didn't know when Xiao Fan got involved in the Third Yama Hall.
Xiao Fan was speechless and continued to stand at the door and listen. He wanted to see what the Third Yama Palace had become now.
And he thought more. Without Xue Wujue, the Third Yama Hall would be like this. What about the other eight Yama Halls?
You know, all the Nine Yamas have been away for more than a year.
"Are you shameless? From the beginning, I never thought about surrendering to Shura Palace. Xiao Fan killed my sister and cut off my finger. If it were you, would you surrender to Xiao Fan?" Wu Xin's voice became louder and louder, as if I have no worries at all.
When the four guards at the door heard this, they wanted to scream loudly, but they couldn't scream at all. They felt as if their throats were being pinched by a big hand.
"Wuxin? It seems I know who it is." Xiao Fan squinted his eyes and thought to himself, a vague figure flashed in his mind.
Then he opened the door and walked in. The power of his soul filled the air, and everything in the mansion was imprinted in his mind.
In the hall, there were dozens of figures standing. On Xue Yaorao's side, including Xue Yaorao, there were only four pitiful people. On the other side, there were twenty or thirty people standing behind a man in white robes. The gap was not as big as usual.
"Xiao Fan was too merciful back then. He should have killed you long ago!" Xue Yaoruo looked at him coldly, showing no fear even if he faced several times more enemies.
"Haha, Xue Wujue is dead, and it will be his turn next! I heard that the God of War Temple had already started to kill him." Wu Xin laughed wildly.
"Really?" As soon as he finished speaking, an indifferent voice suddenly came from the door.