Chapter 2103 It’s a bit urgent

This Xunlin Stone powder was a blessing from the heaven when he passed the Nascent Soul Tribulation. He swallowed 99% of it on the spot, and the rest is all here.

Even in the God Realm, Xunlin Stone is a very rare divine object. It exists in the depths of the Xun Realm filled with divine winds. Not only does it have amazing divine energy, but it also naturally contains extremely profound wind-related principles, making it the most suitable for refining magic weapons.

This object has always been in high demand, and it is not something you can buy if you want to. It is more than enough to offset two taels of divine crystals.

The Immortal King cultivator was excited and prepared to send this object back to the sect immediately after the transmission was completed, which was also a merit.

Yang Fan put away the communication order and was about to cross the checkpoint with Shen Biru and enter the teleportation array when a delicate voice suddenly sounded: "Wait, the second lady is rushing to attend the Qilin Banquet of Qinglin Jun. We want these two places. You wait for the next trip!"

As she spoke, someone pushed Shen Biru's shoulder fiercely. The powerful force was not something she could resist at all. She was pushed back a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

Yang Fan looked at the person who pushed her and saw that it was a woman in red with a blood-colored dragon tendon whip hanging around her waist. Behind her was a beautiful girl.

She was wearing a white dress with exquisite craftsmanship. It was obvious that she was from a famous family. When she wore it, she looked like a lotus flower emerging from clear water.

However, the woman in red had no expression on her face and did not express anything, as if everything was taken for granted.

"Second lady." The Immortal King cultivator and other people from the Hunyang Sect guarding the teleportation array all saluted respectfully.

The second lady hummed and ignored Yang Fan, and was about to pass the level.

The red-dressed woman held a long whip in her hand and stared at Yang Fan closely, her eyes alert and domineering, as if she would whip him as long as the latter made the slightest move.

Yang Fan had no anger or anxiety on his face, he just looked at the Immortal King monk who was bowing and said, "How long will it take for the next transmission?"

[To be honest, I have been using reading books to keep up with the latest updates recently, switching sources, and reading aloud with many voices, both Android and Apple. ]

"Two hours later." The Immortal King monk stood up, looked at Yang Fan with a calm expression, hesitated for a moment, and said, "If you are not in a hurry-"

"Unfortunately, it is indeed a bit urgent."

Yang Fan shook his head and interrupted.

He was indeed in a hurry, and if Youruo died just because of the delay of two hours, he would regret it.

The red-dressed woman's eyes suddenly turned cold. Without saying a word, the long whip on her waist pierced through the air like a blood dragon. When she swung the whip, even the void made a sharp sound like metal scratching. The majestic dragon power burst out from the dragon tendons, mixed with amazing evil spirits and resentment.

This dragon whip has killed countless people. It has absorbed all the resentful breath of those who died unjustly before they died, which has given it such power now.

From a distance, the onlookers looked at the blood-colored dragon whip as if it had turned into an evil dragon. The fierce dragon power imprisoned the world. Not to mention a mortal, even a true immortal had no way to escape. He could only watch the dragon whip attack and be whipped to pieces.

The face of the Immortal King monk changed, and then he sighed secretly, but did not make a move to stop it.

Everything must follow rules, but rules are also made by people. For those who make rules, when necessary, rules are meant to be broken, otherwise how can they appear to be above others?

This casual cultivator may have had some cultivation, but it was a pity that he had to provoke anyone else, and he had to provoke the second young lady that the sect master loved the most. It was his fate that he was beaten to death, and he could not blame others.

The onlookers in the distance also shook their heads secretly. This second young lady of the Hunyang Sect had been a bully since she was a child. With her father, the sect master, as a backer, no one in Hunyang City dared to provoke her. Over the years, there were at least 800 casual cultivators who died in the hands of her minions because of trivial matters. It seemed that there would be two more wronged souls today.