I woke up after 300 million years

Fifty years later.

"Yan Fan! You bastard, the great devil who suffered a thousand blows, give me back the nine-marked white tiger elixir!"

The fairy who said this was furious, yelling and crying at the same time, her aggrieved look was pitiful.

Yan Fan's black hair was tied with red silk at the end, and the silver ring around his neck was swinging. He was holding a three-year-old boy in his left hand, and held the Heavenly Burial Sword tightly in his right hand. He was blessed by Peng Shu and was extremely fast.

He looked back at the fairy in the white skirt and corrected him confidently, "Why should I give you back the fairy medicine I grabbed based on my ability? If you have the guts, just take it back!"

"That's right, why should I give you back the elixir I grabbed with my own ability!" The little boy nodded in agreement, showing a pair of small tiger teeth, which was very cute.

Yan Fan slapped the little boy on the back of the head with his backhand and said in a passionate voice, "What the hell, you are my trophy, I will stew you when I get back!"

Not only was the little boy not afraid, but he said in a tone like a big brother in society:

"Yan Fan, impulsiveness is the devil. If you stew me, it can only satisfy your temporary taste. If you raise me, give me delicious food every day, tell me stories to coax me to sleep, raise me up, and find me ten Seven or eight beautiful elixir sisters, with long flowing water and endless descendants, you..."

"Shut up!"

Yan Fan slapped the little boy's butt with the Heavenly Burial Sword, and the latter screamed in pain.

"Please be gentle, I am the nine-marked white tiger elixir. If you break a hair on my leg, it will be your loss!" The little boy rubbed his butt and pouted proudly, "I have spent a million years to condense all the marks. , it can be called the best among immortal medicines. When I condense the tenth Dao pattern, I will reach the pinnacle of quasi-emperor, and I will be invincible!"

"Take you to sweep through an era!"

"Think about it, are you still a little excited?"

The little boy was not exaggerating. The essence was very strange, and it was the kind of elixir that no one could beat tens of millions of years ago and no one could beat in millions of years.

Yan Fan was too lazy to pay attention to this elixir that talked a lot of nonsense, was narcissistic, and loved fantasy.

He looked back thousands of miles away and slashed out with his sword, shattering two uninhabited planets and creating explosions and black holes.

Fairies in white skirts are a fierce group, fearless, their bodies are intact in the explosion, snorting coldly with a cry, stabilizing time and space, and destroying the sword light.

"You personal trafficker! Big bad guy! Peeping Tom! Give me back the elixir!"

Looking at the tears on that beautiful face, looking at the breasts that were rising and falling with anger, looking at the holy power radiating from that small area, Yan Fan had a depressed look on his face and complained aloud:

"You've been chasing me for two months, so what?"

"You are a saint after all. He cries and cries all the time. People who don't know would think I did something to you!"

"A nine-stripe white tiger elixir is useless to you."

The fairy in the white dress blushed on her cheeks, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and retorted, "Who said saints can't cry? You stole my elixir while I was taking a bath, you are so bad!"

Yan Fan, who was traveling across the galaxy, was speechless, thinking:

It's outrageous that such a mind can transcend the ordinary and become a saint.

"Well, it's so bad... and you plan to stew me!" The little boy showed his little tiger teeth, nodded vigorously, squeezed out two tears, and shouted to the fairy, "Sister, I still can't let you go, hurry up Please save me, and I will be obedient and not run around in the future. When I gather the ten lines to become a quasi-emperor, I will lead you to kill all the heavens and worlds and rule one side!"

The little boy knows how to draw cakes without any teacher. He just opens his mouth and does it. He is still a simpleton.

She chases, he flees, and the two of them fly in the bright starry sky.

Ten months later, Yan Fan could no longer bear it and said:

"I will split this elixir into two, and each person will take half!"

As soon as these words came out, the little boy's cute eyes widened and he cried with tears, "Sister, help me, I won't run around anymore, I only like you!"

Fairy Ye Xiang in the white dress squeaked, "Why should I give you half of it! I've raised it for half a million years, and it's only a hundred thousand years before it can condense into ten lines... You steal my elixir, even if you chase it to the end of the world, the universe Even at the end of the day, I won’t let you go!”

On the wrist of Ye Xiang's right hand, the blue-purple bracelet shot out a brilliant light, like an arrow or a spear that shattered the starry sky. It was so fast and powerful that a nearby galaxy was directly destroyed.

Yan Fan's brown eyes were calm and deep. He had long been accustomed to this kind of attack. He half-turned around and activated the divine pattern of the Sky-Burying Sword. He buried the Sky with one sword and collided with Daoguang.

"We are considered old friends. It's just a fairy medicine. As for killing them all?" Yan Fan raised the corner of his mouth and played the emotional card.

"Bah." It's okay if I don't mention it. When I mention it, Yexiang clenches her molars and sniffs, her anger and grievance visible to the naked eye, "Twenty years ago, you and Mu Changsheng accidentally entered the Immortal Valley and stole the seeds I cultivated. Fairy flower, fifteen years ago, you stole my obscene clothes, teased me, and kidnapped my guard beast. Ten years ago, you said you had an ordinary cat that could do backflips, and you took me to see it. Then......"

Ye Xiang listed Yan Fan's crimes one by one, and became angrier as he spoke, "Now, you took advantage of me taking a shower to cheat the Nine-marked White Tiger elixir. You bad man... you specially caught me, a casual cultivator, to bully me." , you are so abominable!”

"Hmm~ Bad man!" The little boy snorted.

Yan Fan slapped the little boy's butt twice more, pretending to be a threat, "Not only will I stew you, I will also grill, fry, braise, steam..."

The little boy swallowed and said, "Tell me I'm hungry."

Yan Fan: "..."

Over the years, he and Mu Changsheng traveled in the starry sky and became somewhat famous.

Especially Mu Changsheng, I wonder if he got the idea the day after tomorrow? Or did you become enlightened after leaving the Liu family?

In the past fifty years, he has been singing all the way, his cultivation has broken through from the supreme realm of mortal world to the supreme realm of the extreme realm, and he has stepped into eternity with half a foot. The power of a sword can defeat a quasi-sage.

The three words "Master of the Sword Shepherd" have been spread throughout the world.

Naturally, Yan Fan did not lag behind. His cultivation was at the supreme level of the world of mortals. His combat power had undergone earth-shaking changes. He had mastered the art of swordsmanship in the world of mortals. He was holding the Heaven Burying Sword and was not afraid of the saint one on one.

He and Mu Changsheng spent most of their time working separately, honing their respective Taoist techniques.

Since entering the Immortal Valley by mistake, Yan Fan has been eyeing Ye Xiang. This woman is pure and noble, has a beautiful spirit, has emerged from the mud and is untainted, has a soft appearance and character, and has cultivated to the realm of saints alone.

Although he robbed Yexiang's treasures again and again, that's how monks are. Good things are always obtained by robbing. The so-called ordinary man is not guilty but he is guilty of harboring the treasure.

However, Ye Xiang was really angry and aggrieved this time, hoping to say:

"Yan Fan, can you please give it back to me? The White Tiger elixir is a necessity for me to become a quasi-emperor. If you want to improve your cultivation, I will give you other elixirs to help you break through to the eternal supreme realm in a short time!"

She chased him but couldn't catch him, beat him but couldn't kill him, so she had no choice but to give in.

Yan Fan was not in a hurry to respond, but instead brainstormed:

Ye Xiang has cultivated to the saint level and cut through it. Even if it is only the first level of saint, his strength cannot be underestimated.

She is like a delicate flower in the greenhouse, a little girl who is inexperienced in the world and does not understand the sinister nature of the human heart. But... once such a woman is cornered, she might risk everything to fight me.

This white tiger elixir is uniquely endowed with only one hundred thousand years left to rise to the rank of quasi-emperor. If you eat it now, you will inevitably waste all natural resources.

Yan Fanrumo's eyes narrowed little by little, various ideas came to mind, and he suddenly stopped, standing above a desolate planet, looking at Ye Xiang with a smile.

"Promise me one thing, and I will return the elixir to you and give you a bunch of goodies!"

Ye Xiang approached without warning, blinked her eyes that were red and swollen from crying, and raised her head arrogantly, "I don't want good things. If you give me the elixir, all the evil deeds of bullying me before will be wiped out."

"As a person, you must speak with your conscience in mind. How can I bully you? You are a saint." Yan Fan had a funny attitude of "Don't accuse me wrongly."

Ye Xiang held her plump left breast with her right hand and said nonsense seriously:

"My conscience tells me that you often bully me, there is no doubt about it!"

Yan Fan was speechless.