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"The Futu Sect and the Soul Palace have never offended each other."

The huge hand in the void disappeared, and instead appeared an old man in a white and blue robe with a stern look and an immortal demeanor.

Ming Fan stood up from the ground and looked up at the person who suddenly appeared in the void.

"The Futu Sect is really old."

One or two, all of them are old men.

"This person's cultivation is higher than ours. This is going to be a bit troublesome."

Le Shan tightened his grip on the folding fan.

"Ninth level of Spirit Transformation?" Xiao Yunyang said hesitantly.

The Spirit Transformation Realm is divided into the initial, middle and late stages, and each small realm is divided into three levels.

Xiao Yunyang and his companions had just entered the Spirit Transformation stage and were at the initial first level. They had no idea of ​​the specific cultivation level of this old man who had suddenly appeared.

That means that this person either used some technique to hide his cultivation level, or his realm was too far away from theirs.

Ming Fan shook his head: "Open up your mind, maybe he is a powerful person in the fusion stage."

The leader and elders of their sect have all reached the state of transformation into a god. It is not impossible that this old monster who suddenly appeared out of nowhere has a cultivation level above that of a god.

Rong Hua's eyes suddenly widened, and he pulled the corners of his mouth: "Junior Sister, if this is true, then our lives are over."

They made such a big fuss in Futu Sect. If the person who suddenly appeared was really a powerful cultivator in the fusion realm, he could crush them to death with a wave of his hand.

Ming Fan stopped talking and frowned as he looked at the old man who was walking in the air and getting closer and closer to them.

In a breath, just a breath, he was close to them.

"You youngsters are so arrogant that you are causing trouble in my sect."

A powerful pressure came straight towards Ming Fan and the others.

Several people lost their breathing and spat out blood.

But the old man was not satisfied. Not only did the pressure not weaken, but it increased in strength, pressing down directly from top to bottom, and it seemed that he wanted to force them to their knees.

Kong Zhu flashed from the air and appeared in front of Lin Wanshu and the others, waving his hand to block the pressure.

"Senior, let's talk. Our Soul Palace has never wanted to have a grudge with the Futu Sect."

Hearing this, the old man glanced at Kong Zhu, and with a snap of his fingers, he withdrew the pressure from Ming Fan and the others.

“Although I have been in seclusion for a long time, I have not left the Futu Sect alone.

Today, someone actually bullied me into the sect. Do you really think I'm dead?"

The old man spoke softly, only looking at Kong Zhu the whole time.

He looked up to Kong Zhu only because of his identity as the Soul Palace's Soul Calming Envoy.

Ming Fan only felt that the old man's voice was like a thunder exploding in his mind.

Kong Zhu's heart indeed trembled when he heard the old man's words. This time he was in real trouble.

Who could have thought that the ancestor of the Futu Sect, who had not been seen in public for a long time, would choose to come out today.

"So you are the ancestor of the Futu Sect. I am honored to meet you."

Kong Zhu smiled at the ancestor of the Futu Sect, cupped his hands and saluted as a junior, then stood in front of Ming Fan and the others without making a sound, thinking quickly in his mind how he could rescue Ming Fan and the others.

The Futu Sect's patriarch saw that Kong Zhu's attitude softened, but he did not appreciate it and his face remained cold.

"I cannot accept the courtesy of the Soul Calmer."

“As for these young friends, please stay in the sect today.

When the whole story comes to light, if it is really the Futu Sect that wronged them, the sect will definitely apologize publicly."

Kong Zhu's face turned cold and he even apologized publicly. He didn't believe him at all.

Especially when he heard that he even wanted to keep Lin Wanshu, he almost couldn't hide his murderous intent.

He wanted to kill him!

While the others were confronting each other, only Ming Fan was suffering.

She couldn't figure out how she had offended the old man, why he targeted her as soon as he came out.

At this time, Ming Fan had a splitting headache but couldn't speak. Her soul was even shaken to the point of being torn apart, but she looked no different from usual.

If there were any soul cultivators present, they would definitely be able to see that Ming Fan’s condition was a precursor to his soul being attacked and collapsing.

"retreat!"

Suddenly, Ming Fan felt a clarity in her head, and a sense of spiritual connection seeped into her soul. The feeling of soul being torn apart gradually faded away, and a cool feeling in her soul drove away the pain just now.

Ming Fan shuddered, and his consciousness gradually returned and he regained control of his body.

"Keep your mind focused, this guy is probably proficient in spirit skills."

The voice of Ghost Old Man suddenly sounded in Ming Fan’s sea of ​​consciousness.

"Humph, if it weren't for me, you would have become an idiot now."

The old ghost snorted, with a hint of pride in his voice.

Fortunately, he noticed the abnormality in Ming Fan's soul and blocked the soul power that penetrated into her soul.

If it had been a little later, this girl would have been turned into a fool by that soul power.

"How did you offend this old guy? He has a strong desire for revenge."

On the surface, he was calm and composed, but secretly attacked the weakest among these people. This move of killing the chicken to scare the monkey was very harmful.

"I do not know."

Ming Fan felt her spirit gradually calm down and breathed a sigh of relief. She moved her fingers, and the feeling of being locked up and deprived of consciousness just now made her back soaked with cold sweat.

His feet went weak and he fell to the ground.

Without anyone knowing, she had already gone through the hell.

"Junior Sister!" Ming Fan's movements finally attracted the attention of Lin Wanshu and others.

Le Shan pulled Ming Fan up from the ground, his eyes full of worry.

The Yingyue in Xiao Yunyang's hand flew out of his body, but was pressed back by Ming Fan.

"Don't bother with the old dog." Ming Fan sent a message to Lin Wanshu and the others: "This old dog has amazing soul skills, you must be careful."

Ming Fan stood up and steady himself, then raised his eyes and looked at the ancestor of the Futu Sect again.

Coincidentally, the old ancestor also looked at Ming Fan curiously.

Unexpectedly, the weakest girl among them actually had some skills. Even after being torn apart by his soul power, she could still stand here unscathed.

The inexplicable resistance in her body just now directly bounced his soul power back.

Interesting, really interesting.

Ming Fan quietly looked at this old man who looked like an immortal, cursing him in his heart.

What's wrong with her low cultivation level? Is she eating his rice because she has low cultivation level?

Just because he has low cultivation level, he deserves to be almost killed as cannon fodder?

"Senior, you are so meticulous in your work. I almost reported to the underworld before you did."

Ming Fan took a deep look at the ancestor of the Futu Sect and secretly greeted his eighteen generations of ancestors.

"Hehe, you have a sharp tongue, little friend." When the Futu Sect's ancestor saw the sneak attack, he did not look panicked at all.

“I don’t deserve your sharp words, but Senior, I will report this action to the royal court.

No matter what happens afterwards, I believe the royal court will give Futu Sect a decision."

Ming Fan's mouth curled up. Since she had dragged Wang Ting into this, she might as well make a big one.

When the Futu Sect elder heard Ming Fan's words, his eyes flashed and he asked the sect leader next to him in a low voice.

"Wang Ting? Is she from Wang Ting?"

How could he not know? No one had ever told him about it.

The sect leader coughed lightly, knowing that he could not hide it anymore, and took out the black iron token in his hand.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

The ancestor of the Futu Sect is still the ancestor after all. He has lived for so long and has seen more things than the sect master has eaten salt. He recognized at a glance that this thing belonged to the royal court.

The seal representing the royal court cannot be faked.

He almost killed this person who had some connection with Wang Ting.

If she really has a close relationship with the royal court, I'm afraid that by then the entire Futu Sect won't be enough to be divided up!

"I thought...I thought this little girl was just talking nonsense."

He didn't recognize this thing at first, and after being provoked by Ming Fan and the others, he put the matter aside temporarily.

Therefore, he did not tell the ancestor immediately. Besides, how could he know that the ancestor would secretly take action against this girl?

For a moment, the sect leader also felt very aggrieved.

When the old ancestor saw that Ming Fan was still alive, he breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously and glared at the sect leader fiercely.

He was just about to say something to Ming Fan to ease the atmosphere when he saw some disciples rushing over.

"Sect Master, Elders, people from the Soul Palace are here."

Several disciples of Futu Sect ran over in a hurry and spoke anxiously to the sect master and elders.

At this time, the clan leader and his companions, because their ancestor had come out of seclusion, seemed like naughty children who had found a backer, and they all stood up straight.

When the Futu Sect's patriarch saw this, he really wanted to slap these disciples to death.

But after all, he had to stand from the sect's perspective, so he still emphasized it.

"What's going on? What's the special day today? Everyone is vying to come to Futu Sect as a guest."

The Futu Sect's patriarch waved his sleeves and his eyes inadvertently swept over Ming Fan.

"Little sister, how do you feel?"

Seeing that the Futu Sect's ancestor was looking at him again, Rong Hua quickly turned around and asked Ming Fan.

Ming Fan shook her head. She didn’t feel anything, but she didn’t know if it was an illusion, but she felt that the hostility in the old ancestor’s eyes had disappeared.

Not only is it gone, but I even feel a little relieved?

"I feel... pretty good." Ming Fan said and whistled.

This was the feeling she had after successfully pretending to be cool. It seemed that the old ancestor had just negotiated secretly with the sect leader and believed her words to about 70%.

"Huh?" Rong Hua looked puzzled.

"Wait for me to get you out." Ming Fan said.

She already had an idea in her mind. Even if the people from the Soul Palace didn't come, she had her own way.

Leshan Xiao Yunyang: "???"

Just like that, everyone had their own thoughts.

Among them, Kong Zhu breathed a sigh of relief.

Someone from the Soul Palace is coming. Someone from the Soul Palace is finally coming!

In this way, Ming Fan and the others should be able to survive. If Ming Fan and the others are survived, Lin Wanshu will be survived. If Lin Wanshu is survived, his life will be survived too.