C66 fluke

In the past two days, Yang Fan had met many Innate Rankers, and according to their cultivation level, Yang Fan could tell how strong they were.

And just now, Liu Taichong had described the Commander Wang as having the cultivation of the Innate Triple, so if one were to use this as a benchmark and infer, then it meant that Liu Taichong and the bad-tempered three general principles were much thicker than Wang Zexiu. The two different types of powers that were lurking within their souls were probably the cultivation of their Xiantian fourth stage.

As for Mr. Hong's group of three, which was a level higher than theirs, they were the so-called Tianwai realm expert s that could use their flesh and blood.

However, in Yang Fan's opinion, the so-called Tianwai Realm was still in the Innate Realm. According to the division in his previous life, Xiantian first stage to Xiantian fourth stage should only be considered as the early stage of the Innate Realm.

Could it be that Huawai Realm was the late Xiantian of his previous life?

Whether or not it was like this could only be confirmed by meeting a Huawai Realm Ranker in the future.

In Yang Fan's opinion, even if the three Mr. Hong s in front of him were to join hands, it might not be enough to kill the old flower farmer with one hand.

Maybe, in this world, Tianwai Realm were similar to the Upper Sky Realm, they were also divided into different grades?

That old flower farmer, using the cultivation divisions of her previous life, was like standing at the peak of the middle stage of the Innate Realm, just one step away from late Xiantian.

Otherwise, why would Yang Fan tell that "ghost story" in the garden? At the end of the day, it was just a favor to the Duke Xing Yuan Palace in the mouth of the old flower farmer, who obviously had another identity.

Very quickly, Mr. Hong came out of it, and his face revealed a smile.

Lin Shuhao's heart sank when he saw the God of Death's smile.

The Mr. Hong cupped his hands and said politely: "Duke Xing Yuan invites the four of you in."

The last bit of luck he had was gone. Lin Shuhao completely gave up and made a gesture of invitation. He said with a smile that was not really a smile, "Eldest senior brother, you go first."

He did not dare to let Yang Fan leave behind, as who knew what reason this brat would find to not enter this door.

Yang Fan laughed, as though he was a kind elder who patted Lin Shuhao's shoulders, and entered the door.

Lin Shuhao's eyes were gloomy as he followed Liu Jingyu in.

The layout of the room was clearly a bedroom. However, compared to an ordinary person's bedroom, this bedroom's area was several times larger. After meticulously designing and arranging it, it didn't feel empty at all.

There were only a few people in this bedroom.

Second Miss Li Bingyan, Fourth Miss Li Shuran, and the graceful man who had walked down from the extreme plate were all in the room.

In addition to them, there was a stout old man with a smile on his face, an imposing young man with sword-like eyebrows, and a middle-aged monk wearing an old monastic robe standing silently in the corner of the bedroom.

The monk lowered his brows, put his hands together, and chanted the incantation.

Beside the bed, an old man who looked like a doctor was carefully giving needles to a young man who was wearing only his underpants and exuding heat. The needles of varying lengths and lengths were stabbed into the young man's limbs, chest, and head.

From where everyone was standing, it could be seen that among all the people in the room, there was a young man with sword-like eyebrows who stood with his hands behind his back as a sign of respect.

At this moment, the young man's face was extremely tense. His hair fluttered without any wind, and his entire body was like a volcano erupting with a terrifying aura of sharpness.