Yan Fang's voice was already neither male nor female. At this time, she screamed with a sharp voice, which was creepy.

Yin Kong subconsciously turned his head, raised his hand and patted song Yuqiao.

But Yin Kong shot in mid air, but saw song Yuqiao staring at the front, motionless.

Yin hollow immediately smiled and said secretly: the little girl has never practiced at all. How can she hurt me? I'm so nervous.

But when he turned his head to look at Yan Fang again after such a delay, Yan Fang had disappeared.

Yin Kong was not angry either. He smiled and turned to song Yuqiao and said, "little girl, your master doesn't want you anymore. Go with your uncle. Your uncle teaches you a good Kung Fu. How about it?"

Song Yuqiao seemed so frightened that he neither objected nor agreed.

Yin Kong touched her hair and smiled. His palm pressed on her shoulder. His body moved and disappeared in place in the blink of an eye.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Fang's body slowly appeared in place, but she used the Yantian female seal to hide herself, played a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain, and the golden cicada came out of her shell.

She looked left and right, went to the yard very carefully, lifted several floor tiles in the yard, exposed a piece of soil, put her hand into the soil, touched it, and then stretched out her hand to touch an ancient bronze mirror.

Yan Fang smiled and just got up. Suddenly, with a puff, her chest suddenly pierced a wisp of dust. Then there was a scream, but it was the scream of song Yuqiao.

This wisp of dust is like the head of a gun, condensing the powerful and unparalleled Zhenyuan. In the blink of an eye, it stabbed Yan Fang through.

Yin Kong laughed proudly. He stood behind Yan Fang, one hand holding a dust brush, the other hand pressing on Song Yuqiao's shoulder and said, "how dare Yantian female seal dare to play in front of me? Hum, it's really hard..."

Before he finished, Yan Fang's whole body suddenly burned up and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

Yin Kong's smile was stiff, and a fierce wind came from behind.

Yin Kong was shocked. He even had no time to loosen his hand. He fiercely took back the palm pressed on Song Yuqiao's body and turned over.

Yin Kong seemed to have eyes behind his head, and his five fingers were like pliers, forcefully clamping a sharp sword.

This sharp sword is a paper sword with various talismans drawn on it. The sword tip is sharp and glittering with a faint light, and Yan Fang is holding this sharp sword!

Yan Fang faintly sent out a very weak golden light, which was obviously only one step away from the golden body realm. She was gnashing her teeth and trembling all over, trying to stab the paper sword in her hand into Yin Kong's body.

Although the paper sword looks very soft, Yin Kong knows that the paper sword is painted with Dharma array runes, which is very powerful. When he sees blood, he breaks the golden body!

Yin Kong snorted angrily, holding the finger of the sword, he loosened his hand holding the dust, turned his body slowly, and the other empty hand slowly stretched out an index finger and pointed to Yan Fang's forehead.