At this moment, footsteps came from behind him, and stopped beside Yang Fan. Yang Fan turned around and happened to see Bi Dalong and a group of people staring at him.

"Haha, you, an outsider, dare to enter the ancient jungle. I really admire your courage. I advise you to abstain from the right time. Instead of losing your life or losing some face, it's nothing."

Bi Dalong said coldly to Yang Fan with a sneer on his face.

"You really dare to talk nonsense. If you want me to say that you have time to withdraw now, so as to avoid returning empty-handed. The secret book of the Poison King will definitely be mine."

Yang Fan looked at Bi Dalong with a sarcastic expression.

"It's so arrogant. My poisonous insects are already impatient. I'm waiting to taste the flesh and blood of you, an outsider, but you're here to be slick."

Bi Dalong laughed at the sky and took the people from ** Village to their entrance with an arrogant expression.

As Bi Dalong and his group walked into the mouth, a touch of playful light rose in Yang Fan's gaze, and a curve rose from the corner of his mouth.

In the ancient jungle, all the sunlight was blocked by the leaves, and the jungle seemed very dim. The light shone in through the gaps between the leaves and shone on the ground full of fallen leaves.

Yang Fan followed Du Pengfei and others and walked in the jungle together. The whole forest seemed very quiet, and occasionally there would be a few bird calls.

"I really don't understand what the Saint is thinking. The ancient jungle is the most terrifying place in our barren mountains. Even the bravest warriors in the barren mountains have to think about it before they dare to come here. Now, we are so happy that we actually bring them with us.

An outsider came in and snatched the secret book of the Poison King, it was a joke."

A man from Wufeng Village named Chen Gang next to Du Pengfei said softly.

Among these people, except Du Pengfei, no one knew Yang Fan's strength. When he heard Chen Gang's words, almost everyone frowned for a moment. No one answered, but the eyes of Yang Fan were already looking at him.

Something strange is happening.

Yang Fan seemed to have not heard it and continued to follow everyone, but a trace of light flashed in his eyes that was not noticed by everyone.

"Chen Gang, can you speak? Yang Fan ignores him. He is just talking nonsense there. It is very dangerous in the jungle. Don't act alone. We will take care of you."

Du Pengfei frowned, first scolded Chen Gang, then turned to Yang Fan and said.

"I think I'd better forget it. The people from the ** village will come to seek revenge later. If I'm with you, you will be implicated by me. And I'm used to acting alone, so I won't be with you anymore."

Yang Fan said in a low voice to Du Pengfei with a smile on his face.

He wanted to leave, but was thinking about what to say before, but now he can use this reason to separate directly.

"Yang Fan, when he entered the ancient jungle, the Saint once explained that we should be with you in the ancient jungle, not as quiet as it seems on the surface."

Du Pengfei showed a hint of anxiety on his face and persuaded Yang Fan.

"Don't worry, Brother Du, let's leave here, see you at the end."

Yang Fan waved goodbye to Du Pengfei casually, turned around and walked towards the depths of the jungle.

Du Pengfei reached out to try to hold Yang Fan, but Chen Gang snorted coldly from the side: "Brother Pengfei, they don't appreciate it at all. Since he is willing to act alone, let him see the scenery in the ancient jungle.

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"Chen Gang, shut your mouth, you're doing this too much."

Du Pengfei's expression seemed very angry and said coldly to Chen Gang.

"Brother Pengfei, don't scold Chen Gang anymore. Now if you want to pull him, you can't see anyone. Let's have a competition first."

At this moment, a Wufeng villager next to him said to Du Pengfei.

Du Pengfei's expression was very ugly, and he sighed helplessly. It was impossible to hold Yang Fan at this time. He could only let him act, hoping that nothing would happen to him.

Yang Fan didn't care about the attitudes of other villagers in Wufeng Village. Without knowing Yang Fan's strength, what Chen Gang said was nothing wrong.

Moreover, the Saint of the Barren Mountain is very holy in their hearts, but they want to marry Yang Fan, an outsider. It is reasonable for the villagers to resent him.

After leaving the contestants in Wufeng Village, Yang Fan completely lost his scruples. In the ancient jungle, it might be very dangerous for ordinary people, but for him, Yang Fan, it was just a jungle.

Since obtaining the mysterious skills on an overseas island, Yang Fan's senses have become much stronger than ordinary ancient martial arts masters. In addition, its powerful spiritual power in the divine sea can be seen far away and even seen through.

If there is danger in front of the object, Yang Fan can easily avoid it.

No one noticed Yang Fan at this moment. He immediately advanced at an astonishing speed, and saw a piece of afterimage passing through the forest. He couldn't even see Yang Han's appearance clearly. He was getting closer and closer to the Poison King Valley at the end.

As he got closer and closer to the Poison King Valley, the pressure he could feel was getting greater, and the pressure seemed to come from the world.

It seems that Yang Fan has taken this Poison King Valley too simply. As the forbidden area of ​​the Poison King Hall, the pressure of heaven and earth here is really powerful.

The barren mountains have long had no connection with the ancient martial arts world in China, and have no communication with the outside world. As a side-sided land, the huge power lies in the tiger's stakes, and its connotation is no different from those ancient martial arts sects.

If it weren't for the poison in Leng Qingyue's place, Yang Fan would never have come here to take the risk, but things in the world can never be transferred by personal will.

At this moment, the people from ** Village were looking for Yang Fan in the ancient jungle, but in the ancient jungle that was known as one hundred thousand barren mountains, it was not possible to find Yang Fan in one go.

"You will continue to look for Yang Fan here first. I will get the token for testing qualifications first. Remember, you must keep that outsider in the jungle forever."

After searching for a while, he could not see Yang Fan's figure. Bi Dalong's expression had become very gloomy. After thinking about it, he said to his subordinates.

When it comes to killing Yang Fan, obtaining the secret of the poison king is the most important thing.

"Mr. Long, don't worry, go do your business. We are all familiar with the situation in the jungle. That boy can't fly out of our palms."

Several people in ** Village showed ferocious smiles on their faces and said to Bi Dalong.

"I hope he won't die so quickly. If possible, I want to deal with him slowly and let him feel what life is worse than death."

Bi Dalong showed an angry expression on his face. In his opinion, if it weren't for Yang Fan's appearance, Liang Miaoke, the saint of the barren mountain, would have been his own. Now he has become Yang Fan's woman. He hates him in his heart.

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For the people in ** Village, they regarded the ancient jungle as much familiar to Yang Fan. Thinking of the entrance to Wufeng Village, these people could calculate Yang Fan’s approximate route.

The main task of these players in ** Village to participate in this competition is to enable Bi Dalong to obtain the secret of the poison king. For this goal, they want to eliminate dissidents for Bi Dalong.

At this moment, they thought of what Bi Hailong said to them that he would give them after killing Yang Fan before setting off. Everyone's eyes shone with a greedy light.

At this moment, Yang Fan was walking alone in the jungle, not knowing that there were dangers ahead. About an hour later, Yang Fan was less than half the distance from the Poison King Valley.

Suddenly, Yang Fan felt something was wrong, turned around and leaned on a big tree, with a chill in his eyes, looking towards the jungle ahead.

Brush brush.

Suddenly, two poisonous snakes, as thick as green bowls, spit out the snake letter, and flew out of the bushes in front of them, opening their mouths and biting them towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan stretched forward his palm, and two vital energy came out of his palm, and two extremely poisonous green snakes were beaten to death by him.

"You have been following me for a long time, let's show up."
Chapter completed!