Invincible Bloodline

0The Mortal Ranking War had ended. After learning that Yang Fann had defeated Baili Yunfei, Deacon Ying could no longer sit still. He was thoroughly afraid. Although he was already a Bone Forging Martial Master, he was still considered one of the top ten Mortal Board warriors. He was nothing more than a slightly stronger ant. Baili Yunfei could kill him with just a casual strike. Not to mention Yang Fann, who had defeated Baili Yunfei!    0

    

Every time Deacon Ying recalled what he had done to Yang Fann in front of the martial skill Pavilion, he could only feel his soul trembling. In order to avoid Yang Fann's revenge, he didn't hesitate to go to the Luyang County tens of thousands of miles away and become a supervisor, guarding the spirit stone mine. However, he couldn't care about that anymore. He could only hope that time could make Yang Fann forget about him!    

    

At this moment. . .    

    

"Everyone, look! It's Yang Fann!"    

    

"He's Brother Yang? He doesn't look special at all!"    

    

"Brother Yang Fann has already reached the realm of returning to his original self. Of course you can't see through him!"    

    

"That's right. If you can see through Brother Yang Fann's strength, no one in Kaiyang Yimai will be a match for you!"    

    

"Today is really our lucky day. We are actually fortunate enough to meet Brother Yang Fann!"    

    

Cries of surprise rang out in the Merit Palace Hall. Outer sect disciple wasn't the only one in the Merit Palace Hall. There were also many disciples of the Inner Sect in the hall. There were even a few core disciples. Most of the disciples and core disciples of the Inner Sect only knew that a genius had emerged from the Kaiyang Yimai and was called Yang Fann. They had never seen Yang Fann's true face before!    

    

Under the worshipping eyes of many martial artist disciples, Yang Fann, who was dressed in black, slowly walked into the Merit Hall. He was the greatest pride of the Kaiyang Yimai. Unknowingly, Yang Fann had become a legend in the hearts of some disciples.    

    

However, Deacon Ying, who was dressed in purple, almost fainted when he heard this. He was about to leave the mountain gate, so why did he run into Yang Fann?    

    

Very quickly, a nightmarish voice sounded by his ears, "Isn't this Deacon Ying?! I can't believe I bumped into you here! We are really fated to meet! "    

    

"Yang Fann, what do you want?" Deacon Ying turned around with difficulty. His voice was a little shaky, and his legs and stomach were constantly trembling. At this moment, he no longer had the insufferably arrogant attitude he used to threaten Yang Fann when he practiced the Hundred Waves Saber Art.    

    

"That's the Deacon Ying from the martial skill Pavilion. Could it be that there is some kind of conflict between the two of them?" In the Merit Palace Hall, countless martial artist stopped in their tracks and started to watch.    

    

It was human nature to watch the show!    

    

"What do I want? You 'took care' of me, if I don't repay you properly. . . Wouldn't it be a waste of your good intentions!" The cold Cold Shine kept blinking in Yang Fann's eyes. He had always remembered the humiliation from that day in his heart. It was just that he had been busy taking revenge for Manniu. After that, he had gone all out to prepare the Mortal Ranking Wars. For a moment, He just didn't have the time to teach this Deacon Ying a lesson. Now that he happened to bump into Deacon Ying in Merit Hall, it was time to settle the score with him!    

    

When he saw Yang Fann's cold gaze, Deacon Ying trembled and almost fell to the ground. He said, "Yang Fann, don't act recklessly. I am Deacon of Sect, your elder. Don't tell me you want to offend your superior?"    

    

Before Yang Fann could say anything, the surrounding people burst into laughter. "What the f * ck? Is this old man a fool?"    

    

"How dare he teach Brother Yang Fann a lesson!"    

    

As the Deacon of the martial skill Pavilion, Deacon Ying's status was not much lower than manager the outer sect's. However, Yang Fann was now receiving the treatment of a disciple of the Sky Ranking, and his status was comparable to an elder of the Peak-pulse.    

    

"Elder? When you threatened me to practice the Hundred Waves Saber Art, why didn't you think that I was your junior?" All of a sudden, Yang Fann's expression turned cold, although he had already discovered the secret of the Hundred Waves Saber Art. Knowing this Supreme Grade Saber Art wasn't a problem at all. It was just that only Grade Six Spirit Pulse warriors could practice it. For thousands of years, Those who cultivated this saber art all died from qi deviation. However, Yang Fann would not be grateful to Deacon Ying for this!    

    

"What? He actually threatened Brother Yang Fann to practice the Hundred Waves Saber Art?"    

    

"Damn it! He really deserves to die!"    

    

"This is complete murder!"    

    

In the blink of an eye, all the martial artist in the hall started to get excited. Many of them looked at Deacon Ying furiously. The Hundred Waves Saber Art was a cursed martial skill. Since ancient times, countless geniuses had died because of cultivating this Hundred Waves Saber Art. He had actually forced Yang Fann to cultivate the Hundred Waves Saber Art. This was the same as forcing Yang Fann to die!    

    

"Luckily, I have Brother Manniu's guidance. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would really fall into your trap!" Yang Fann said coldly, "On account that we are from the same sect. Cripple your own cultivation! I'll spare your life! "    

    

" This old fellow is really lucky! " Countless martial artist glared at Deacon Ying. Such a punishment was too light.    

    

However, Deacon Ying obviously didn't think so. Yang Fann, don't go too far! " Crippling his own cultivation base was even worse than killing him. Besides, he looked like he was only in his fifties, but in fact, he was already eighty years old. Once his cultivation base was crippled, he might die in less than a year or two!    

    

"What's wrong? Don't tell me you want me to do it myself?"    

    

"Yang Fann, don't go too far. Don't forget, crippling fellow disciples is the Sect's prohibition. Aren't you afraid of being punished by the Sect? " Deacon Ying couldn't help but take a step back and spoke in a trembling voice.    

    

"Hahaha, what a joke. This old man is already so old, but he is still so naive!"    

    

"His thoughts are naturally not what we can understand!"    

    

"That's right!"    

    

What welcomed Deacon Ying was a wave of wanton mocking laughter. Even if it was Yang Fann's fault, if Yang Fann wanted to cripple him, who would dare not agree? For a genius like Yang Fann, as long as he didn't commit treason, the rules of the Sect wouldn't be able to restrain him!    

    

"Deacon Ying, why are you doing this?!" "Someone sighed.    

    

Suddenly!    

    

A terrifying aura like that of an evil dragon swept out from Yang Fann's body in an instant!    

    

The air currents in all four directions started to subside, as if they were worshipping the legendary king.    

    

The next moment.    

    

The sound of bones cracking continuously rang out like firecrackers exploding. All of Deacon Ying's bones were instantly crushed into pieces by Yang Fann's violent aura. To the current Yang Fann, the Bone Forging First Layer Deacon Ying was just too weak!    

    

"Yang Fann, you are really ruthless. . . "    

    

Deacon Ying had completely fallen into darkness!