Xianhong Road

Chapter 154
Sensing the murderous intent flashing in Miracle Doctor Lu's eyes, Yang Fan touched his nose with his hand, glanced at him casually, and pursed the corners of his mouth slightly.

He understood that he had completely offended the existence of the three great doctors in Kyoto before him.But when he thought that this person was a guest pharmacist from the "Yang family in Kyoto", Yang Fan didn't have any regrets or regrets.

When Divine Doctor Lu entered the side hall, he immediately caught the attention of several other people.

At this moment, Miracle Doctor Lu's complexion was still a little abnormal. Just as he was seated, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Yang Fan indifferently.

Suddenly, there was an unusual aura in the air. Although there was nothing to be seen with the naked eye, the invisible atmosphere made people feel uneasy.This is like throwing a person into a perilous primeval forest. Even if the surroundings are dead, one can still feel the fatal crisis.

Yang Fan's heart trembled, and he felt a faint crisis. He unfolded his consciousness, and with his psychic eyes as a cultivator, caught a circle of light red light waves, which turned into beams and hit him in the blink of an eye.

Poison? !
"This genius doctor Lu is also good at poison!"

Yang Fan was shocked in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm and said nothing.

At this moment, under his calm face, the power of the Immortal Hongjue in his body was continuously circulating. As soon as the lavender light wave approached, it was offset and absorbed by his own unique special physique.

As for the remaining small part of the poison, it was wrapped and swallowed by the mist of life that turned into mist, and disappeared in an instant.

After one or two breaths, Doctor Lu withdrew his gaze from Yang Fan, and sipped tea by himself, looking leisurely.

Everyone else on the field looked at the two with strange eyes.

"Yang Yaoshi..."

Yu Wenxin sensed an unusual atmosphere, and looked at Yang Fan with a hint of worry in her bright eyes.

Yang Fan smiled at her, indicating that he was safe and sound.

Seeing this scene, Doctor Lu showed doubts on his face, observed Yang Fan secretly for a while, and found that Yang Fan was really fine.

"How is this possible... This kid can completely ignore my 'Seven Rot Poison Art'!"

Dr. Lu's heart was full of turmoil, and his expression when looking at Yang Fan changed greatly, and he immediately withdrew his contempt.

He felt that the young man in the Qi refining period in front of him was like an iceberg shrouded in clouds and mist, seemingly insignificant, but in fact the tip of the iceberg had not yet emerged.

Among the three great doctors in Kyoto, although his medical skills are not the highest, he has extraordinary attainments in poison art.

In fact, a long time ago, he was a "poison refiner" specializing in poison art, but later, in order to avoid his enemies, he became a pharmacist and joined the Yang family in Kyoto.

The seven-rot poison technique is a poison technique developed by him in the early years. It can kill people invisible and very fast. The disadvantage is that it consumes more mana.But once it is successfully cast, monks at the same level can injure it even if they don't die.

However, Yaoshi Yang in front of him seemed to be fine after being hit by his "Seven Rot Poison Art".

Yang Fan looked at him with a half-smile, and then lightly knocked on the melon seeds. With that leisurely look, he almost didn't raise his legs.

Seeing this scene, Miracle Doctor Lu's complexion was uncertain, and then he fell into silence, not sure if he was planning any scheme.

Yang Fan was not too worried. The "Xianhong Jue" he practiced was a magic healing technique in the right direction, and a terrifying poison technique that was invincible and dead for thousands of miles when it was reversed.

He boasted that he was in the same rank, and it was difficult for other pharmacists to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, at least it was impossible to pose any threat to him.

Yan Wang Yu Wenlie is not an ordinary person. There is a strange color in his sharp eyes, and he sees the invisible confrontation between Yang Fan and Doctor Lu:

The two great pharmacists had two confrontations.

It was the first time Yang Fan took the initiative to attack, which caused Dr. Lu a big loss.

The second time, Miracle Doctor Lu took the initiative to attack, and Yang Fan was unharmed.

In the two confrontations, Yang Fan obviously won by a few margins, and seemed to have some energy left.

"My lord, the arrangements for the guests in the 'Hall of Heroes' are almost done..." At this moment, the old butler came in to report, and whispered a few words in Yan Wang Yu Wenlie's ear.

"What? He's here too..."

Yu Wenlie's complexion changed slightly, and he was about to speak when he heard an indifferent voice from the "Hall of Heroes": "A group of retarded people."

There was an indescribable arrogance and coldness in this voice, with a sense of aloofness.

Yang Fan's heart moved, and he started the omniscience mode, and soon saw a young man exuding an infinite fierce aura in the main hall, about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing spotless white clothes, but with an extremely ordinary appearance.

However, his white attire, which was more snowy, seemed out of place in today's grand hall where everyone was dressed up in splendid attire.

"Not good! Wushuang is here..."

"Wushuang! Why did this evil star come to Yan Palace?"

Many people in the Hall of Heroes recognized the identity of this person.

Peerless?

Yang Fan had an indescribably strange feeling towards the boy in white, which made him astonished.

Although he is still very young, Yang Fan feels that Wushuang poses a great potential threat to him. Judging from the aura on his body, his strength should not be lower than that of a monk in the concentration period.

"Huh? No..."

Yang Fan carefully observed the young man Wushuang, and found that he was neither like a cultivator nor a secular warrior.

Could it be that he is the legendary sword cultivator?

Yang Fan's "gaze" fell on the weapon on his back again. It was a sword that had not been unsheathed.

When Wu Shuang appeared, Yang Fan found that Yu Wenxin who was sitting next to him was a little uneasy, with a complicated look in his eyes, and then he returned to calm.

"Miss Yuwen, do you know him?"

Yang Fan asked indifferently, at this moment his interest in Wushuang is greater than the peerless beauty in front of him.

A person who is neither an immortal cultivator nor a secular martial artist, who is suspected to be a sword cultivator in legends, how could it not arouse Yang Fan's curiosity.

Sword repair is an ancient category of comprehension, which once flourished in ancient times.According to ancient records, sword cultivators have an attack power far superior to that of monks of the same level, and their fighting power is so strong that ordinary monks fear it.

If it is said that the ultimate goal of ordinary immortal cultivators is to become an immortal immortal, then the goal of sword cultivators is to become a sword immortal who roams freely across the world.

"Yeah." Yu Wenxin nodded, then hesitated and said: "Half a year ago, he was defeated by his father and kicked out of the palace. This time, he may be..."

"He wants to make a comeback and challenge King Yan?"

Yang Fan's eyes lit up, and it dawned on him that he was a martial idiot.

"Maybe..." Yu Wenxin's eyes dodged a little.

Yang Fan looked at her thoughtfully, and just about to speak, he heard King Yan say:
"Ladies and gentlemen, please be seated in the Hall of Heroes."

(Second watch arrives, where is Piao Piao?)
(End of this chapter)