Xianhong Road

Chapter 111 Dzogchen, Ghost Path

Zheng Xiaoman stared at Yang Fan in a daze, as if she was stuck in a quagmire and couldn't extricate herself from it. In fact, a storm surged in her heart, an unprecedented shock.

From the age of three, Zheng Xiaoman was infused with medical knowledge and knowledge by his grandfather, and read and recited a large number of books and classics.At the age of five, she really entered the path of medical practice and began to learn various medical methods, such as acupuncture and blood circulation.Since then, she even buried her youth in this way.

For more than ten years, Pharmacist Zheng has taught her all the medical techniques and experience summed up by his life's painstaking efforts, and often sends this granddaughter to practice medicine in various places.Gradually, she is no longer limited to medical theory, but also has rich medical experience...

It is precisely because of this that she has an extraordinary foundation and attainments in medicine, which are far beyond the limit that can be imagined at her age.

At this moment, she was completely shocked when she saw Yang Fan's methods of healing the wounded cultivators.

She didn't even see clearly the method of exorcising the zombie's corpse, Yang Fan was over.

Following the traumatic fracture, she opened her eyes wide, held her breath, and watched behind Yang Fan, watching his every movement and detail.

The wounded person had his arm broken by the zombie, his bones were shattered, and the corpse qi eroded. This level of injury would be quite difficult even for Zheng Yaoshi and others.

However, in front of Yang Fan, his slender and white hands seemed to have the magical effect of rejuvenation, performing the art of connecting tendons and bones, and repaired the shattered bones in just a few breaths.

Yang Fan's mind was extremely concentrated. At this moment, his heartbeat even accelerated. The healing speed of the "Jade Bone Technique" was much slower than the previous few times, but his cultivation base increased unambiguously. Perfection is approaching.

Pounding!
Pounding!Pounding!
In addition to leaving a trace of his thoughts on the outside world, Yang Fan's energy and spirit were concentrated like never before, and he operated the Dead Wood Kungfu to the limit.

Because he understands that a breakthrough is coming.

Whoosh!

One breath... two breaths...

Seeing that the bones have been connected, the repair is almost done.

At this moment, an astonishing bright spot gathered in Yang Fan's eyes. The dead wood skill, which had been in operation for a long time, controlled the change of breath produced by the promotion of cultivation base in the body, unless it was a person whose realm was much higher than him, otherwise It is difficult to detect this subtle change.

breakthrough!

Great Consummation of Qi Refining!
Yang Fan breathed out lightly, the bright spots in his eyes dimmed, and suppressed the excitement in his heart.

It has only been less than half a year since he abolished his cultivation to achieve the Great Consummation of Qi Refining.

This kind of cultivation speed is almost ten times faster than when Yang Fan was a family genius.

Even a person with the legendary "Heavenly Spiritual Root" would be overwhelmed by such a speed of cultivation.

"If I go one step further, it will be the stage of concentrating. From then on, I can soar into the world of cultivating immortals. There are definitely only a handful of people in the Yangjiabao area that can bring real harm to me."

Yang Fan seemed to see endless hope and possibilities in the future.

However, he also understands that he still needs to be low-key and calm. If such a speed of cultivation is discovered by interested people, it will bring endless troubles to him.

Fortunately, he now has two identities, one is a benevolent pharmacist who saves the world and saves people.The other is Shi Qianhan, a ruthless and domineering rookie in the Rising Demon Dao.

If someone blocks his steps, Yang Fan will not hesitate to use his second identity to eradicate all enemies and crises.

After connecting the tendons and bones of the wounded, Yang Fan lightly performed two "Rain Dew Techniques" to heal the trauma.

When everything was over and Yang Fan stood up, the injured monk waved his arm, with a look of ecstasy: "I...my arm..."

"This...how is this possible?"

Zheng Xiaoman has not yet woken up from the shock.

The more experienced medical experts are, the more they can understand the significance of Yang Fan's understated medical skills.

At this moment, the wounded man didn't even have a scar on the injured part, and he stood up intact, with an unbelievable look on himself.

After Yang Fan successfully advanced, he stood up and observed the situation on the field.

Under the control of the two monks at the concentration stage, the two zombies were beaten to pieces and retreated steadily.

Especially the zombie that Hu Fei was dealing with was scorched black all over, and the slightest trace of lightning completely suppressed him and made him lose his temper.

Hu Fei even sacrificed a fiery red flying sword, which is a low-grade spiritual weapon. With the blessing of thunder and lightning supernatural powers, it produced a more powerful thunder fire.

Lei Huo, that is definitely the biggest nemesis of ghosts and other things. It is completely ravaged against zombies of the same level.

In bursts of roars, the zombie fell down and died under the attack of numerous magic weapons and spell waves.

After finishing the zombie in front of him, Hu Fei led Chu Yuyan and others to attack another zombie that was fighting Chu Qiuran and others.

"Take... Take your life!"

Hu Fei's stuttering voice came, forming a strange contrast with his powerful power.

He was just about to set off when a cloud of black mist suddenly descended from the sky, and there was a burst of wanton laughter: "Hahaha... you juniors, don't hurt this excellent 200-year-old iron-clad zombie. I want this thing." !"

call!
A strong gust of wind was accompanied by billowing gloomy black mist, driving everyone away. They all looked up at the sky with expressions of astonishment on their faces.

The black mist broke open, revealing a fat-faced Taoist priest with several storage bags on his waist. He proudly looked down at the three generations of children of Yuwu Villa below, his eyes were cold.

When Yang Fan saw the appearance of this fat-faced Taoist priest, he couldn't help but wonder, isn't this person the figure he saw in the sky on the way to "Xiuyu Pavilion" last time?

At that time, he beheaded the severely wounded young man of Dzogchen Dzogchen in the wilderness, and tried to use the "Rain Dew Technique" to heal the corpse, but some strange and frightening changes occurred.So, Yang Fan left immediately, feeling a little uneasy on the way, and suddenly felt a sense, and saw the fat Taoist priest riding the black mist in the sky.

"Ghost monk!"

Chu Qiuran exclaimed, and asked: "Dare to ask senior's name, we are three generations of children of 'Yuwu Villa', come here for trials."

The rest of the group didn't dare to speak for a moment.

"Yuwu Mountain Villa?" The fat-faced cultivator's eyes flashed a strange color, and he snorted softly: "It turns out that they are the descendants of Chu Hanyue. I didn't expect to meet you at the Ghost Corpse Mountain. You stand aside, this one 200-year iron-clad zombies are the best materials for refining corpses."

After all, he ignored these people, made a tactic with both hands, and shot out a strange green fire from his hand, and rushed into the body of the zombie whose combat power had been greatly weakened in the blink of an eye.

woooo~
The zombie let out an unwilling roar, struggling desperately on the ground, trying to get rid of the control of the fat-faced old man.

But perseveringly, the opponent's cultivation base is much higher than his, and in addition to the fight just now, he only resisted for a moment, and stood in place like a puppet.

The fat-faced monk showed satisfaction, and reached out to pat a special black storage bag on his waist.

Suddenly, a gloomy aura descended in a black mist, covering the zombie.

call!
When the black mist and gloomy atmosphere disappeared, the 200-year-old armored zombie just now disappeared.

After finishing all this, the fat-faced cultivator swept his gaze across the crowd and landed on Hu Fei's face, with a gleam of coldness involuntarily flashing in his eyes.

Hu Fei couldn't help but shuddered, but suddenly grinned, his eyes showed a fierce look, and he waved his hands to demonstrate to the fat-faced monk, looking like he was about to try.

The fat-faced monk's complexion sank, and he looked at Hu Fei carefully, his eyes showing astonishment.

"Senior, don't be offended, my junior brother is like this..."

Chu Qiuran quickly explained.

The fat-faced monk showed a look of surprise, and said to himself: "It turns out that this kid has some problems in his brain, no wonder he is not afraid of himself..."

Hey!
Suddenly, Hu Fei let out a sharp roar, his eyes were red, his figure jumped up like a monkey, his palms intertwined with lightning, and he directly killed the fat-faced monk.

"do not want!"

"stop!"

Chu Qiuran waited for a group of monks from Yuwu Villa to turn pale with fright and shouted.

Bang bang!

Hu Fei's body was surrounded by thunder snakes, and he was extremely ferocious. He abruptly rushed into the black mist above his head, and the purple thunder light spread, breaking through a gap in the black mist.

Yang Fan couldn't help showing a look of astonishment, the scene was exactly the same as when he first met Hu Fei.

"Looking for death!" The fat-faced cultivator flicked his sleeves with a sullen expression on his face, and a powerful, sinister wind howled down.

Clap, bang, bang!

Under the interlacing of the two forces, Hu Fei was knocked down like a rubber ball, his body sank half a meter into the ground, his clothes were torn, and his face was covered with dust, but he continued to roar.

Obviously, these two people are clearly not at the same level. Even though Hu Fei has greatly restrained the other party in terms of supernatural powers, he still cannot withstand the other party's understatement.

Hey!
The next moment, Hu Fei jumped up again, and his momentum rose instead, creating a stubborn and unsparing aura.

"Hu Fei! Stop!"

At this time, Chu Qiuran and the others rushed over and held Hu Fei tightly, refusing to let him make a move no matter what.

"This boy is really fierce and unusual, and he has mastered such a terrifying and pure thunder and lightning supernatural power..." The fat-faced monk's expression was cloudy, and he seemed to have a great killing intent.

However, he also had scruples, staring intently at Hu Fei, and suddenly felt a trembling taboo force in his body. If the opponent fights with such tenacious determination not afraid of death, it may cause unimaginable consequences .

Yang Fan naturally entered the all-knowing mode. Looking at the roaring Hu Fei, at a certain moment, he also felt a palpitating power from this son.

"What secret is hidden in this son?"

Yang Fan pondered secretly, his face revealing the color of pondering.

After a while, Hu Fei withdrew from that crazy state, but looked at the fat-faced Taoist priest with a bit of hostility.

The fat-faced Taoist sneered: "I don't have the same knowledge as you. I have been paying attention to you for a long time. Is it the thousand-year-old tomb?"

After all, his eyes fell on that weird mountain gap.

Just now, those two 200-year-old armored zombies came out of this gap.

Hearing this, Chu Qiuran's complexion turned "shua", and became cloudy and uncertain.

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