Xianhong Road

Chapter 186
Hush~
The mysterious black whip was silent, like a poisonous snake in the night, stretched a foot or two out of thin air, and hit somewhere in the artificial river.

boo~
A huge gap was pierced through the calm river, the waves were turbulent, and the water splashed in all directions. With a "swish", an indistinct black shadow flew several feet away, then divided into four, and ran in four directions.

Yang Fan stared intently, aimed at a black shadow, and forced him away without delay.

Seeing such a scene, the black shadow suddenly sped up a bit. Under the moonlight, Yang Fan vaguely saw an extremely ordinary face, with a hint of surprise on his face, obviously because Yang Fan had noticed his hiding place and recognized it. Surprised by the real body in the phantom clone.

"There are two more."

The black shadow paused, and said in a blunt tone, a cold light flashed in his eyes, which made Yang Fan feel like he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.

After speaking, the black shadow turned into a hazy phantom, the speed was so fast that Yang Fan couldn't reach it, and within a few breaths, he escaped from his senses.

"This assassin's speed is so fast, coupled with the invisibility technique and the wonderful phantom clone, even if he encounters a monk who is stronger than him, he can still defeat him."

Yang Fan's expression became more and more dignified. The silver medal killer has only shot once so far, and will assassinate himself twice.

After knowing the true strength of this assassin, Yang Fan is not as confident as before.

Watching the assassin's departure direction, Yang Fan walked across the bridge over the artificial river, and still did not relax, and came to the Keliao area of ​​the palace.

That night, he didn't care about anything, and called Hu Fei out.

"I...I'm doing...retreat!" Hu Fei said with some displeasure.

Yang Fan glanced at him, showing a strange expression: "It's comfortable for you to retreat here. You have cultivated to the late stage of Concentration so quickly, but I was just being chased and killed."

"You...you were chased...to kill?" Hu Fei's expression changed, and he asked, "Who...is it?"

"The silver medal killer of the Dark Blood Dynasty is an extremely terrifying enemy." Yang Fan said indifferently: "He has already attacked me, and according to the usual practice, he will attack me twice."

"He... where is he, let me help you... kill him!" Hu Fei said with piercing eyes, with a crazy fighting spirit in his eyes.

"This assassin is fond of sneak attacks. He never strikes head-on, and if he fails in one blow, he runs away immediately, very decisively. As for when he will attack next time, no one can predict." Yang Fan had a slight wry smile on his face: "He still A strong man in the Foundation Establishment Stage, I don't want to kill him, I just want to save his life first."

"Building... the foundation building period?" Hu Fei's face showed a trace of astonishment, as if he was a little afraid.

Indeed, a strong man in the foundation building stage, even with one against two, can defeat two monks in the late stage of concentration.

As early as the thousand-year-old tomb on Ghost Corpse Mountain, they had seen the strength of the foundation-building monks. At that time, the Fat Ghost Dao could only display half of its strength due to the skills, and they forced the two into danger.

At this moment, the "Silver Medal Killer" of the Dark Blood Dynasty is at least twice as powerful as Fat Guidao, and his actions are even more weird.

"Yes, from today onwards, the two of us must work together to deal with the assassin, so as to increase our chances of winning." Yang Fan said solemnly.

Hu Fei nodded, and vowed: "I will definitely protect...protect you."

The study room of King Yan's Mansion.

Swish!
A shadowy man appeared in the room out of nowhere.

"Reporting to the lord, Yang Yaoshi went back to the mansion to find Hu Xianshi, and was assassinated once by the 'silver killer' of the Dark Blood Dynasty at the mansion, and suffered serious injuries. Then near the artificial river, Yang Yaoshi saw through the assassin's hiding place and took the initiative to release the assassin. crisis……"

King Yan sat in front of the desk, pondered and said: "The silver medal killer has almost never missed in the capital. He has even succeeded in the foundation-building period elders of the four major families. This Yang Fan is really not simple, and he escaped." One strike of the Silver Medal Killer, but also one detection of an ambush."

That night, Yang Fan stayed overnight at the palace.

All night, Yang Fan sat cross-legged quietly. While practicing the Immortal Hong Jue, he unfolded his senses and locked everything in this area to prevent this moment from coming again.

The next morning, accompanied by Hu Fei, Yang Fan returned to Xianhong Medical Center.

It was grandly opened yesterday. The Xianhong Medical Center and the name of the first genius doctor in Kyoto shocked the medical world. There was an endless stream of people who came to see the doctor, including many immortal practitioners.

Yang Fan inspected the medical hall for a while, and found that there was a shortage of manpower, whether it was apprentices or pharmacists, they were all in short supply.

Ever since, Yang Fan sent people to recruit pharmacists and apprentices in the capital, and at the same time asked Cheng Laoxian to help him find some candidates.

The first day passed, and Xianhong Medical Center made a profit of 500 grain silver and 100 Lingshi.

Yang Fan didn't pay much attention to the money he earned, but he was gratified to get a hundred spirit stones just on the first day of its official opening.

Of course, the pharmacist who sits in the medical hall will distribute spirit stones every month.

Yang Fan can imagine that with the expansion of the medical center's manpower and the spread of its reputation, there must be more spirit stones to be earned by then.

"This is simply a huge profit..."

Yang Fan secretly rejoiced, his original intention of opening the medical clinic was just to improve his cultivation, and it was an unexpected surprise to earn Lingshi.

Spiritual stones are the currency of the world of cultivating immortals. If you have enough spiritual stones, you can trade more cultivating materials, magic weapons, props, natural materials and earthly treasures, etc.

In the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed. During this period, the business of the medical clinic has been getting better and better. The reputation of the number one genius doctor has attracted many immortal practitioners.

Yang Fan sits on the fourth floor of the medical center. He doesn't even bother to take action when he is injured or sick. Now, the only ones who can improve his cultivation are those above the Concentration stage, or other low-level monks who are seriously injured.

In more than half a month, Yang Fan, the only owner, actually earned more than 2000 spirit stones, which is not counting the hundreds of spirit stones distributed.

Now, Yang Fan is considered to have a little capital, and occasionally goes to Xiuxianfang City in Kyoto to buy some materials, talisman seals and other props.

However, the only thing that made Yang Fan uneasy was the silver medal killer who was spying on him secretly.

In the past half a month, there have been several times when he felt the murderous intent that appeared out of thin air.

Fortunately, Hu Fei was inseparable from him almost every step of the way, and the silver medal killer couldn't find the best chance to make a move.

But on a certain day, this peaceful state was broken.

"What? Are you going to fight Wushuang again?"

Yang Fan's face showed a strange expression.

"Yes... yes!" Hu Fei said persistently, "This... this is my...promise with him."

Yang Fan sighed lightly: "Go and come back quickly."

"Why don't you... go with me!" Hu Fei hesitated, "I'm afraid that...the killer will take...the opportunity!"

Yang Fan thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, what should come will eventually come."

"Well, you...you be careful."

Hu Fei left Xianhong Medical Center that day.

Yang Fan stood in front of the window on the fifth floor of the medical building, looking far away, looking in the direction of "Hanyuan Mountain" in the capital, and murmured: "There are still three months..."

But at this moment, a murderous intent flashed in his mind out of thin air, and his vest felt cold.

Yang Fan's body froze, his whole body was icy cold, as if trapped in an ice cellar.

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