Duanmu Wan'er immediately ran over worriedly.

Ye Fan spit out the blood in his mouth: "Wan'er, I'm fine, don't worry."

"It's just that this monster is too weird."

"Obviously my body had been beaten to pieces, but it turned out to be intact again very quickly."

Ye Fan only felt helpless.

Duanmu Wan'er also frowned: "Yeah, brother Xiaofan, I noticed it."

"It seems like these two stone puppets are immortal."

"Immortal?" Ye Fan was suddenly confused.

Duanmu Wan'er explained: "Brother Xiaofan, the world is so big and all-encompassing. Some lives have extremely strong vitality. Even if you beat them to pieces or crush them, they can still quickly regain their fighting strength."

"This kind of physique is called immortality."

"These two puppets should be refined by the master of the Immortal Palace using some secret technique."

"And since they are immortal, they can guard here for thousands of years."

"I'm afraid it will be very difficult to kill them."

Duanmu Wan'er said in a deep voice.

"So Wan'er, is there really no other way?" Ye Fan was a little anxious.

If they can't take down these two puppets, how can they enter the main hall of the Immortal Palace?

Duanmu Wan'er thought for a moment: "It's not impossible."

"Since we can't kill him, we don't have to kill him."

"Just tie them up."

"Well, brother Xiaofan, in my inherited memory, there is a secret technique called Qiansi Lao."

"Use Qi to turn into silk, use silk to lock the soul."

"As long as Brother Xiaofan masters this Thousand Silk Coil, you can use this secret technique to trap them."

"When the time comes, they will naturally stop blocking our way."

Duanmu Wan'er suggested to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was overjoyed when he heard this: "Haha, Wan'er, you still have a way."

Just do it.

Ye Fan immediately asked Duanmu Wan'er to write down Qiansi Lao's secret technique, and Ye Fan immediately took it to practice.

"A hundred turns turn into thoughts, a thousand threads control the soul..."

In the courtyard of the Immortal Palace, Ye Fan was making secrets with his fingers, muttering words in his mouth, and practicing the secret technique of Thousand Thread Winding over and over again.

Duanmu Wan'er sat by the pond and watched quietly. JrNovels.com