Xianhong Road

Chapter 125 Shi Qianhan's latent effect

Shi Qianhan walked up to him slowly, his slender and straight figure cast down like the shadow of death, and there was no trace of pity on his cold face.

Gently, slowly, Shi Qianhan stretched out his slender and fair arms towards the cultivator in the late stage of Qi refining, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was more obvious and gorgeous.

At this moment, madness and determination suddenly flashed in the monk's eyes, he raised his arm suddenly, and a cold light flashed in the palm of his hand.

"Crack!"

Shi Qianhan was as quick as lightning, grabbed his arm, and crushed the entire arm bone in an instant.

I only heard a series of crisp and crisp bone sounds, like firecrackers blooming in succession.

"what--"

A shrill scream resounded in this wilderness, and even spread for miles around.

The next moment, the monk passed out.

Shi Qianhan squatted down and picked up a hidden weapon in the shape of a Mitsubishi. It was small in size, coated with poison, and could be hidden in the palm of his hand.

"The next three abuses."

Shi Qianhan smiled coldly, using strength in his hand, a faint layer of black air condensed on the surface of his fist, making the air stagnate for a while.

Clap!

The Mitsubishi hidden weapon was crushed into pieces by him, and then lightly scattered on the ground.

After finishing all this, Shi Qianhan showed satisfaction on his face.

At this moment, he released his power as he wished, and the raging devil energy filled the surrounding space, making the nearby creatures tremble with fear.

The unscrupulous demonic energy, unrestrained wildness, and primitive darkness express the true meaning of this world more directly.Yang Fan's heart was also full of enthusiasm like never before, as if he was standing on the top of a cliff where the storm was sweeping and the waves were crashing.

After a long time, a long howling sound spread for miles around.

The demonic monk named "Shi Qianhan" stepped on the flying sword surrounded by demonic energy, and went away through the air.

As for the cultivator in the late stage of Qi refining, Yang Fan deliberately kept him alive.

In the identity of Shi Qianhan, Yang Fan Yujian shuttled within a radius of one or two hundred miles, and his tyrannical devilish energy and incomparably cold face wreaked havoc in this generation.

Along the way, he met some monks, if they were hostile to him, they would not hesitate to strike, beat them to death and maimed them, and left Shi Qianhan's name behind.If he still dared to resist, he would definitely kill him mercilessly.

The magic technique is extremely destructive. If these monks who were seriously injured did not receive timely treatment, they might end up crippled for life.

After running wild for half a day, finally a cultivator in the concentrating period came to reprimand him, who seemed to be a second-generation elder of Yuwu Villa.

Yang Fan was not afraid, and with boundless pride, he fought decisively with him.

The two fought in the sky, and after a hundred rounds, the cultivator who was in the midst of concentrating was seriously injured by him and escaped with a secret technique.

As for Yang Fan, he only suffered a slight injury, and with his abnormal recovery ability, he recovered within half a cup of tea.

At this moment, Yang Fan clicked to the end, and transformed himself into a harmless pharmacist again. He didn't ride a horse, so he returned to Wuliu Town so slowly. During this period, he deliberately walked into the sight of some monks.

By doing this, Yang Fan naturally wanted to break away from his relationship with Shi Qianhan.

……

Finally, a few days later, he returned to the "Pu'ai Medical Center" and found that Lin Zhong was very busy.

"Young master, you are finally back. There are many immortal cultivators who have been healed in the past two days!"

When Lin Zhong saw Yang Fan coming back, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and most of the burden on his body was lightened.

"Immortal cultivator?"

Yang Fan followed Lin Zhong into the inner hall, and found several immortal cultivators lying there, seriously injured.

"This seems to be caused by magic skills?"

Yang Fan showed surprise on his face, and when he took a closer look, he found that the faces of these people seemed familiar.

Is it...

Yang Fan suddenly understood.

These wounded people seemed to have been wounded by Shi Qianhan, a sorcerer.

"Young Master Yang, you are back!"

A girl's voice came, revealing a few hints of surprise.

Yang Fan looked sideways, and saw a beautiful girl with bright eyes and white teeth in his clinic, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a docile appearance.

"Zheng Xiaoman?" Yang Fan was slightly taken aback, and asked, "Where's your grandfather?"

"My grandfather went back to Yangjiabao to deal with some matters, and in a few days he will arrange for you to let me study here for a few days." Zheng Xiaoman replied.

"Yang Yaoshi, you are Yang Yaoshi..."

At this moment, a cry of exclamation came, and an immortal cultivator rushed over, grabbed Yang Fan's hand, and said anxiously: "Pharmacist, please save my brother, he was shot by a demon cultivator half a day ago." Injury, if not treated in time, I am afraid it will be permanently disabled."

"Calm down, calm down." Yang Fan gently pushed the cultivator away, and said with a smile, "It's Yang's duty to save lives and heal the wounded, not to mention that I will charge you for treating your illnesses."

"Thank you, pharmacist, I am very grateful..." The man thanked quickly.

Yang Fan walked unhurriedly to the hospital bed, glanced at the two or three wounded, and whispered, "The injuries you suffered seem to have been caused by the same demon cultivator?"

"The pharmacist's gaze is like a torch, they were indeed injured by the same person." The monk next to him couldn't help but secretly startled.

"Who was the person who injured them?" Yang Fan asked calmly.

"The man called himself 'Shi Qianhan'. He was a powerful demonic powerhouse. He would attack anyone who disliked him along the way, regardless of the severity. Several righteous monks resisted to the death, but he ruthlessly obliterated them. In the end even The second-generation seniors of Yuwu Villa fought against Lily, and were severely injured by him. However, the devil also suffered some injuries and escaped..."

The monk quickly explained.

"Shi Qianhan? There seems to be no such person in the nearby world of cultivating immortals..."

Yang Fan looked pensive.

"Pharmacist, that Shi Qianhan must be a foreign cultivator. It's normal not to know his origin. Why don't you heal my brother quickly..."

"it is good."

Yang Fan nodded and began to check their specific conditions.

The wounded who were lying on the hospital bed were extremely seriously injured. They were all missing arms and legs, and the more serious ones were only half breathed.

Seeing such a scene, Yang Fan gasped first, and then said with righteous indignation: "This devil's attack is so vicious!"

"The pharmacist is right. If he dares to come again, we orthodox monks must smash him to pieces."

The monks next to him all looked hateful and agreed.

If they knew that the so-called Magic Dao Shi Qianhan was the incarnation of the pharmacist in front of him, I don't know how they would react.

"Ahem... Pharmacist... show it to my friend..." the previous monk said weakly, a little impatient.

"I'll try my best."

Yang Fan knelt down and began to heal the injured one by one.

After No.1 injured person was cured, Yang Fan felt that the effect of mana improvement was good.

You know, the people he is healing now are all Qi-refining stage monks. According to the previous improvement rate, I am afraid that it is not one-tenth of the current effect.

"The magic method has great destructive power, and the difficulty of healing has increased, but the effect is very good, no worse than the healing of monks in the concentration period."

Yang Fan was ecstatic, he didn't expect that he could still be honest.

After treating the injuries of two Qi-refinement period monks, Yang Fan felt that his magic power of the Immortal Hong Jue was one step closer to the peak critical point of Qi-refinement Dzogchen.

"Thank you, pharmacist, I am very grateful!"

"Miraculous doctor, accept my worship."

thump!thump!
The two wounded expressed their great respect and gratitude to Yang Fan, even if they sold everything they could, they still had to pay for the spiritual stones they deserved.

If there are not enough spirit stones, simply replace them with magic tools, talismans or other materials in your hand.

Fortunately, Yang Fan's fees for Lingshi are not harsh.

Zheng Xiaoman stood by and watched, even though he had seen Yang Fan's medical skills on the Ghost Corpse Mountain before, he was still extremely shocked to witness it with his own eyes again, and had a heartfelt admiration for this young and over-the-top pharmacist in front of him.

As a pharmacist, Zheng Xiaoman knew very well that these wounded were attacked by powerful demonic powers, and it was extremely difficult to treat them, even if her grandfather Zheng pharmacist came to them in person, it would be quite difficult.And even if he takes a step to heal, without a year or so of self-cultivation, it may be difficult to recover.

However, in Yang Fan's hands, such a serious injury was cured in less than half a stick of incense.

Not only cured, but cured.

Healed and intact!
Zheng Xiaoman couldn't believe her eyes, her heart twitched and felt powerless.

Just imagine, studying with a pharmacist of this level, how much pressure she has to bear.

At the same time, immense pride and anticipation arose in her heart...

For the next few wounded, Yang Fan did the same and healed them one by one.

Naturally, these people were extremely grateful, and treated Yang Fan as a miracle doctor, respected each of them, and happily paid them to Lingshi.

After these people left, Lin Zhong suddenly remembered something. He took out a hundred spirit stones, handed them to Yang Fan, and said, "This is left by Miss Yuwu Villa. It is said to be the cost of the trial at Ghost Corpse Mountain."

Yang Fan nodded, took the spirit stones together, and said to Zheng Xiaoman: "I will give you the status of a doctor in a medical clinic, to help treat ordinary people, or to treat common injuries of monks in the Qi refining period. Wait for your grandfather When you come back, you can decide where you want to go."

"Yes, Yaoshi Yang."

Zheng Xiaoman saluted very solemnly, and then went to the main hall of the medical center.

After he left, Yang Fan said to Lin Zhong: "I'm going back to the medical hall now, you can relax and hurry up to practice..."

"Master Xie, I'm preparing to practice in seclusion for a period of time in the near future."

Lin Zhong laughed.

Yang Fan smiled slightly: "I still have the last few middle-grade Yunling Pills left here, and I will give them to you together. I hope you can practice Qi Refining Dzogchen within a year or two."

"Young master, the middle-grade Yunling Pill is too precious, and you will need it yourself..."

Lin Zhong was a little apprehensive.

"Lingdan, I can refine it myself, you don't need to worry..." Yang Fan said casually.

On the second day, Yang Fan replaced Lin Zhong and began to sit in the medical clinic.

As a result, in the next few days, the wounded continued to pour in. In just a few days, seven or eight more immortal cultivators came.

These wounded have one thing in common, they were all injured by Shi Qianhan, a monk of the Demonic Dao that day.

Because of this, Shi Qianhan's name is well-known in the nearby world of cultivating immortals.

Yang Fan was secretly happy, with more and more spirit stones in his hands, and his cultivation was also rising in an orderly manner.

Finally, three days later, Yang Fan's magic power of the Immortal Hongjue successfully reached the critical point of the peak of the Qi Refining Stage, and half of his foot stepped into the Concentration Stage.

(End of this chapter)