After leaving the Space Battlefield, Ye Chengbi, or Great Elder Feng Qi, was as panicked as a stray dog.
His right arm was broken, his clothes were torn, and the Fiend Emperor was flying all over the sky. Even the two purple feathers on his head that symbolized the royal power of the Fiery Phoenix Clan were half burnt.
Yang Fan's spore avatar, Yang Fan No.4, was hanging on Ye Chengbi's arm. He was dumbfounded and amazed.
Was this the professionalism of a high-level spy?
Amazing!
If he hadn't been by Ye Chengbi's side and witnessed everything that had just happened, who would have believed that this old monster, who was running for his life like a stray dog, was actually a supreme expert of the human race?
His acting talent was simply amazing!
He had to give him a thumbs up!
After escaping from the Space Battlefield, Ye Chengbi grabbed Yang Fan's avatar and only showed his face outside for a short while. Then, he quickly broke open the space and entered the Space Channel.
Even now, the old man still didn't relax. He was still panting heavily, looking like he was seriously injured and exhausted.
Yang Fan No.4's eyes moved and his consciousness spread out. He didn't notice anything unusual. He couldn't figure out why Ye Chengbi was still trying so hard to perform.
This was the Space Channel. Logically speaking, no one should be able to monitor them.
However, seeing Ye Chengbi's performance so real, although Yang Fan No.4 had doubts in his heart, he didn't open his mouth to ask. For the sake of caution, he didn't even send a telepathic message.
Because he was very clear that in front of some super experts with extremely sharp telepathic senses, even a telepathic message, or even the Space Channel, which he was most proficient in, might be monitored.
Sure enough, just three minutes after they entered the Space Channel, Yang Fan suddenly heard a system prompt that surprised him.
"You have been spied on by the half-step Fiend Emperor Feng Ming's telepathic message. Your blood, Qi, and Soul Will have been slightly disturbed. Your Immortal Will has been stimulated and automatically defended. Spiritual Power + 100, Spiritual Will + 200, Soul Strength + 50."
Yang Fan No.4 cursed in his heart.
They didn't expect that even in the space tunnel created by the Space Law, the Fengming God Son, who was far away in the Wanyao Mountain, could still monitor their every move. He could even use his mind power to check the state of Yang Fan's Qi, blood, and Divine Soul.
It was simply too awesome!
If it wasn't for the system, with Yang Fan's current level of cultivation and perception, even if the other party turned his body and spirit upside down, he probably wouldn't have noticed at all.
At this time, Yang Fan couldn't help but glance at Ye Chengbi, who was panting heavily and running with all his might. He thought to himself that Ye Chengbi was indeed an old ginger.
No wonder the old man had been putting so much effort into his performance the moment he left the Space Battlefield. It turned out that behind the endless void, there really was a voyeur in the audience who was secretly watching.
At this time, Yang Fan No.4 also slowly closed his eyes and cooperatively made his heart beat a little faster. His Qi and blood fluctuations became a little more active. His breathing was the same, much more rapid than a normal person's.
Nervousness, disappointment, fear, and worry.
All kinds of emotions were vividly displayed in Yang Fan's subtle expressions.
Ye Chengbi, who was pretending to run for his life, naturally also noticed Yang Fan's abnormal changes at the first moment. He couldn't help but praise Yang Fan in his heart.
"His comprehension is very high, and his acting talent is also very good. When this hidden mission is over, I will definitely take this kid under my wing and properly train him!"
Ye Chengbi didn't think that with Yang Fan's current level of cultivation, he could sense the Holy Son Feng Ming's Divine Eye.
After all, even if he was a half-step Spirit Emperor with the same level of cultivation as the Holy Son Feng Ming, he could only slightly sense when the Holy Son Feng Ming's mental power swept over him.
Therefore, the current performance of Yang Fan's doppelganger was definitely based on his panicked performance on the way here.
This comprehension, this brain, it was very similar to Ye Chengbi's. He was as smart and quick-witted as he was when he was young.
Thinking like this, Ye Chengbi quietly withdrew some of the mental power that had been shrouding Yang Fan's doppelganger's vocal cords and sea of consciousness.
Originally, he had prepared a backup plan in case Yang Fan's doppelganger suddenly opened his mouth to speak or send a mental message. Now, it seemed that it was completely useless.
The performance of Yang Fan's doppelganger was unexpectedly good.
"This is only a doppelganger of Yang Fan. The strength of his consciousness and reaction are far less powerful and flexible than the real body."
"But even so, this doppelganger has already shown such unexpected wisdom and comprehension. From this, it is not difficult to see that the comprehension and spirituality of Yang Fan's real body is beyond expectations!"
Ye Chengbi sighed in his heart. He appreciated Yang Fan more and more, and the thought of taking Yang Fan under his wing became even stronger.
Soon.
In less than ten minutes, Ye Chengbi broke through the space with Yang Fan's doppelganger and appeared in the Wanyao Mountain in the south of the Demon Domain.
They appeared in a secret room, surrounded by dense restrictions and demon power. It seemed that the defense was extremely tight.
After arriving in this secret room, Ye Chengbi finally breathed a sigh of relief. With a shake of his body, his broken arm was regenerated, and his mental state was instantly restored to its peak.
He loosened his hand and threw Yang Fan No. 4 to the ground, and said softly, "Well, this is I's elder's secret room in the Wanyao Mountain. It's heavily guarded. Even the Holy Son Feng Ming can't spy on this place."
Yang Fan No. 4 moved his hands and feet, and his mental state was restored to normal.
"Senior, you recovered your body so quickly. Aren't you afraid that it will arouse the suspicion of the Holy Son Feng Ming?"
Ye Chengbi glanced at him and said, "You want to ask why I didn't directly go to the Holy Son Feng Ming to beg for mercy, right?"
"It's very simple." Ye Chengbi said straightforwardly, "Because the Great Elder Feng Qi is so stubborn. Begging for mercy is not in line with his demon design. If he behaves too much, it will be easier to expose his flaws."
"Not only will I not beg for mercy later, but he will also take you to ask for credit. Although so many demons have died, it will be a great contribution if he can capture you alive! "
"Anyway, so many half-step Demon Emperors have died when they tried to assassinate you. What's the difference between a few more!"
Yang Fan No. 4 smacked his lips twice.
How many were there?
There were more than 20 of them. No matter how powerful the Wanyao Mountain was, they wouldn't pretend that nothing happened after losing more than 20 half-step Demon Emperors, right?
"Don't worry. The half-step Demon Emperors who went to the capital this time, except for Feng Chen, Feng Lang, and the other nine great demons who belong to the Wanyao Mountain, the rest are the foreign aid that I deliberately asked them to invite."
"Anyway, it's a trap to kill nine of them, and it's also a trap to kill more than 20 of them. If I have this opportunity, I will naturally find a way to kill a few more, right?"
Yang Fan No. 4 heard this and was speechless in his heart.
This old man really had a belly full of evil tricks. He was so savage.
However, he liked it.
If it were him or his original body, he would definitely do the same, or even do it more brutally and outrageously.
How could he only bring more than 20 half-step Demon Emperors? The Wanyao Mountain had so many Demon Emperors, Beast Kings, and so on. He could just bring a few hundred of them and kill them to his heart's content.
Ye Chengbi changed into clean clothes in the inner room and ate a few spiritual fruits to restore his demon power and fur color. After a while, he looked a lot more energetic.
"Okay, I will take you to the treasury now. Let's take a walk around first, and then we will go to visit the Holy son Feng Ming."
Ye Chengbi waved his hand and was about to grab Yang Fan No. 4 and go out again.
"Senior, wait!"
Yang Fan No. 4 hurriedly stopped him. Without hesitation, he turned his hand and took out a set of Emperor-level Golden Soul-Refining Pills from the storage space. He also deliberately put three half-step Demon Emperors in it.
"Before leaving the space battlefield, my original body intended to give you some Golden Soul-Refining Pills to express my gratitude, but you left in a hurry, so I didn't have the chance to say it."
"Now, I can take this opportunity to fulfill my original body's wish. Please don't refuse."
Ye Chengbi was stunned. There was such a good thing?
This child, isn't she a little too sensible?!
Ye Chengbi didn't stand on ceremony with a doppelganger. He reached out and took the jade box and gently opened it. Seeing the shining golden light inside, his two bird eyes were almost blinded.
"F * ck! So many?! "
"Not only are there Emperor-level Golden Soul-Refining Pills, there are even half-step Demon Emperors?!"
"This Yang Fan's Soul Refining level has reached such an amazing level?!"
Ye Chengbi had been in the Demon Realm for a long time, so he didn't know that Yang Fan could refine half-step Demon Emperors. Now that he suddenly saw the Golden Soul-Refining Pills full of half-step Demon Emperors, he couldn't help but be surprised.
No wonder in the space battlefield, Gu Zeyan and the other juniors were holding a small glass ball and scrambling to collect the Soul Origins in the air.
It turned out that the root of all the problems were here!
He should have thought about it. If Yang Fan couldn't refine half-step Demon Emperors, how could those so-called Emperor-level Beast Soul Trappers capture the Soul Origins of half-step Demon Emperors?
It was just that he subconsciously thought that no matter how awesome Yang Fan, the so-called Emperor-level Soul Refiner, was, at most, able to refine some eighth or ninth grade Soul Refining Pills of the Emperor-level. At most, he couldn't exceed the peak of the Emperor-level.
Therefore, when he saw Gu Zeyan and the others collecting half-step Demon Emperors' Beast Souls, Ye Chengbi didn't immediately think of refining half-step Demon Emperors' Soul Refining Pills.
"Of course." Yang Fan No.4 raised his head proudly and said, "It's just that I haven't encountered an Emperor-level Soul Origin. Otherwise, I can even refine an Emperor-level Golden Soul-Refining Pill!"
As soon as Yang Fan No.4's words fell, at this moment, tens of thousands of kilometers away, Yang Fan suddenly heard a different kind of system notification:
"Your Spore Avatar Yang Fan No.4 has bragged a lot and successfully obtained the trust of half-step Demon Emperor Ye Chengbi. His social skills have been greatly improved, and his eloquence has been greatly enhanced. Glib Tongue + 50."
Yang Fan couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
What kind of nonsense was this smurf spouting outside? Even a big shot like Ye Chengbi was fooled?
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