Xianhong Road

Chapter 319

Yang Fan's heart was full of hope and confidence, like a big roc spreading its wings, flying out of Yaoxian Valley.

Just after flying to Taniguchi, he suddenly saw a middle-aged pharmacist in a green robe, standing in mid-air, as if waiting for someone.

"Senior Mu, why are you at Taniguchi?"

Yang Fan stared at the slightly old Uncle Mu not far away, feeling a little strange.

"Yang Fan, I'm here to see you off. Before leaving, I wish you the best wishes as soon as possible."

Master Mu's face was gentle, and there was an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

"Thank you, Senior Mu, for your kindness, and for your guidance to me before."

Yang Fan said sincerely, he practiced Xianhong Jue, and he has an extremely keen sense, and others can sense sincerity and hypocrisy, good or bad.

"Do you know who the silver-haired old man you talked to just now is?"

Uncle Mu asked with a smile on his face.

"This junior doesn't know, but he can see his transcendent status in Yaoxian Valley." Yang Fan replied, wondering what Master Mu's intentions were.

"He is the senior with the highest seniority in the entire Yaoxian Valley, and he is also recognized as the number one pharmacist in the immortal world of Yuyang Kingdom..." Uncle Mu showed a look of admiration.

"The number one pharmacist recognized in Yuyang's Immortal Cultivation World?!
Yang Fan was horrified and couldn't believe it.

"Not only that, but he is also a recluse expert in the world of cultivating immortals, the Patriarch of the Nascent Soul Stage who is of the same generation as Qingxu Sanren, Sanyou Old Demon and other supreme powerhouses. He has an honorary title that countless pharmacists look up to in Yuyang Country——Medicine king."

Uncle Mu finished this passage in an almost solemn and sacred tone.

Medicine King! ! !

These two words seemed to contain a weight of ten thousand catties, which shocked Yang Fan's mind and almost made him feel out of breath.

"I never expected that you would be favored by senior Yao Wang. Not only is his medical skill the best in Yuyang, but he also has an extraordinary ability to observe people."

Uncle Mu's eyes even had a hint of excitement, as if he was happy for Yang Fan.

"It's no wonder that the old man is so profound in medical knowledge that he knows almost everything. He turned out to be a generation of medicine king."

After a long time, the turmoil in Yang Fan's heart gradually calmed down.

Hearing the name "King of Medicine", Yang Fan suddenly thought of the King of Poison.

The name of the Poison King appeared from the mouth of Zhuo Jing before, when he saw himself using the vampire snake whip.

Secondly, it appeared in Uncle Mu's mouth, when he was treating Tie Moshan's poisonous wound.

"May I ask Uncle Mu, you mentioned the name 'Poison King' before, what is the origin of this person?"

Yang Fan asked curiously.

"Poison King?" Uncle Mu's heart shuddered: "This person is extremely terrifying, and his research on poison art has reached an extreme. 100 years ago, he was the enemy of Yaoxian Valley. Then he disappeared. According to legend, he was killed in a surprise attack by an old monster in the Nascent Soul Stage."

"Oh, that's it." Yang Fan nodded, but remained calm on the surface.

After bidding farewell to Uncle Mu, Yang Fan flew out of the valley and saw the "Three-eyed psychic python".

Yang Fan smiled lightly, and flew over the mountain-protecting spirit python.

As soon as the spirit python saw Yang Fan, it immediately showed hostility and hatred, but it also concealed a bit of jealousy and fear, and dared not make a move.

"Haha, Yaoshi Yang, you finally came out." Tie Moshan's thick and powerful voice came from all the way: "You haven't come out for two hours, we are all a little worried."

"Hehe, I encountered a little accident, and the harvest was good. This time the goal was successfully achieved."

Yang Fan showed a gratified smile.

"Now that Yaoshi Yang's work is done, now I can go to my 'Iron Volcano' to refine the weapon. I'm still looking forward to it."

There was a bit of eagerness in Tie Moshan's eyes.

"Okay, let's go now."

Yang Fan said decisively, refining an offensive weapon is what he is looking forward to now.

Besides, refining such a treasure is definitely not something that can be done in a day and a half.

During this period, Yang Fan can seize the time to cultivate to the peak of Foundation Establishment, and even... hit the high-level Jindan.

"Master, this sedan chair?"

Ling Tie stared at the thick and iron sedan chair next to him, a little at a loss.

"Now that my poisonous injury has been cleared, the poison master has left. What else do I need to use it for? I put it in a storage bag. At least a piece of 'Extremely Dark Dark Iron' is also mixed in."

Tie Moshan's loud voice came.

"Yes, Master." Ling Tie quickly put away the sedan chair made of special materials.

"This is..." Yang Fan was puzzled.

"Oh, it's not because of that poison master's lingering ghost. I asked my apprentice to build this sedan chair that can be completely sealed, which can isolate poison."

Tie Moshan sighed: "But now that Yaoshi Yang is here, even if Master Poison comes, we won't be able to do anything."

Afterwards, the group set off to fly to the "Iron Volcano" where Iron Moshan is located.

As for how far away the iron volcano is, in the words of this craftsman master, a monk at the foundation stage can fly there within half a day, and a monk at the concentration stage takes three to five days.

In order to speed up the journey, Yang Fan took the initiative to take Ling Tie with him, and flew side by side with Tie Moshan and Meng Po, and the speed was not a bit slower.

Seeing this, Tie Moshan looked at Yang Fan with admiration even more, and thought to himself: "He is definitely not an ordinary pharmacist, otherwise he wouldn't be able to forge any offensive weapon."

Although there was such speculation, he didn't think much about it. Yang Fan saved his life, even if he forged ten or a hundred magic weapons for the other party, it would not be enough to pay for it.

When flying four or five hundred miles away, Yang Fan suddenly paused, and a terrifying coercion appeared on his body, almost suffocating the two or three people around him.

"Yang Yaoshi..."

Tie Moshan's body was almost stiff, this coercion was too terrifying, it had surpassed the lower level.

Could it be... Tie Moshan and Meng Po suddenly had a terrible idea in their hearts.

At the same time, in a place four or five miles away from here, a young man in purple was cold all over his body, as if trapped in an ice cellar, and his breathing was under great pressure.

"Isn't this the poison master from before?" Tie Moshan possessed the cultivation base of the Great Consummation Foundation Establishment, and his spiritual sense unfolded, and he saw the situation here.

The purple-clothed poison master was a late-stage foundation-building cultivator, and he trembled physically and mentally when he was oppressed by a spiritual force from four or five miles away.

High-level prestige, irresistible!
"Forgive...forgive your life!"

Poison Master Ziyi barely uttered a few words, his entire face turned red.

"What are you and the Poison King?"

Yang Fan used the technique of sound transmission with spiritual consciousness, and his voice was extremely indifferent.

This is not the first time he has used such intimidation methods.

With the help of a high-ranking name, any low-ranking cultivator would have to be in awe here and dare not disobey.

"Responding to my lord, the poison king is the patriarch." The purple clothed poison master replied with trepidation.

"Have you met your patriarch?" Yang Fan was ponderous.

"There was a chance, and that time I went to see his old man with Master."

Poison Master Ziyi replied.

"Where does the Poison King live?" Yang Fan was communicating with him through spiritual consciousness, but Tie Moshan and others did not know.

Even if they were given a hundred guts, they wouldn't dare to spy on them, and they didn't even have the ability.

"If my lord wants me to tell the whereabouts of his old man, I will never obey, because I have sworn a soul blood oath not to reveal any news about his old man."

Poison Master Ziyi said anxiously.

"Okay, for the sake of his old man, I will spare your life today. Get out of here."

Yang Fan shouted coldly.

"Yes, I'll get out now, get out now."

The purple-clothed poison master fled without a trace as if he had been pardoned.

"Master Iron, let's continue on our way."

The terrifying coercion on Yang Fan's body suddenly subsided.

"Yes, please, pharmacist."

Tie Moshan's tone was full of fear from the heart, and Meng Po beside him was even more uneasy.

They were secretly terrified that the person walking with them was actually a high-ranking monk.

No wonder he casually released a spirit beast before, which was a barbaric alien species, and easily restrained the three-eyed psychic python, which was superior to its peers.

The poison technique that even Master Mu Mu of Yaoxian Valley can't do anything about, will be easily solved by him.

At this moment, all these mysteries have been solved, and there is only one reason, this Yaoshi Yang is actually a high-ranking monk!
Half a day later, a dark red mountain range stretching for more than ten miles appeared in front of it.

This is an iron volcano.

I heard from Tiemoshan that under this iron volcano, there is a good earth vein fire, and the effect of refining can be said to be twice the result with half the effort.

Of course, this Iron Volcano is not owned by Tiemo Mountain alone, but is jointly controlled by the four major refiners of Yuyang Kingdom.

Each of the four major craftsmen has incredible attainments in crafts refining, with a detached status and a wide network of contacts.

Therefore, although the major sects in the world of cultivating immortals know this treasure land, they dare not touch it.

Yang Fan came to Tiemoshan's refining chamber in Tiehuoshan.

"I don't know the layers of restrictions around here, and it is underground, so it is extremely hidden, and it is difficult for even high-ranking monks to spy on it."

Iron Moshan Road.

Afterwards, he guided Yang Fan to watch the earth vein fire in the secret room of refining equipment.

In the depths of the secret room, a pitch-black faucet spewed out a scorching, high-temperature dark red flame, and the terrifying high temperature could be felt from far away.

"Well, the quality of the flame is good enough to refine magic weapons."

Satisfied, Yang Fan left behind all the materials needed to refine the sharp attack weapon.

Looking at the pile of materials in front of him, Tie Moshan became excited, entering the level of mesmerizing.

"Oh my god...there is such a big sharp stone?"

Tie Moshan took a deep breath: "I can't even imagine the attacking treasures that can be refined from such a large piece of sharp brilliant stone."

"Are these materials enough? Is there anything missing?" Yang Fan asked.

"Not bad, it's definitely enough. It's hard to imagine that Yaoshi Yang can produce such ample and precious materials. According to the weight, not to mention refining one, even two are enough!"

Tie Moshan was almost incoherent, and his body trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of excessive excitement.

"May I ask Yaoshi Yang, what are your requirements for the appearance of this magic weapon?"

Tie Moshan asked.

"The appearance of the magic weapon?"

Yang Fan showed a look of deep thought.

Xianhong Jue emphasizes natural longevity, even if there is an attack advantage, it is not suitable for use.

Soon, he remembered the "Wordless Magic Dictionary", which was three volumes in one.

The strength of Jiuyou Demon Art lies in its attack and explosion. With the attacking treasure in hand, it will naturally get twice the result with half the effort.

"How about this……"

Yang Fan stretched out a finger, and on the stone wall in front of him, drew a magic sword with a front end that was outlined like wavy sharp teeth, with terrifyingly sharp edges, and an extremely thick middle and back.

There is actually a slightly curved dragon's mouth at the handshake of the magic sword.

Yang Fan sketched out the entire design of the magic sword almost in one go, as natural as it is, but it contains infinite arrogance.

"This magic sword... is so scary, just a single pattern implies the aura of a demonic overlord..."

Tie Moshan just glanced at it twice, and felt terrible, and his heart beat faster.

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