Xianhong Road

Chapter 320
What appeared in front of Master Tie Moshan was the outline and shape of the magic sword conceived by Yang Fan.

The front end of the five-foot-long magic sword outlines sharp teeth like waves, just like the fangs of a jackal, but thinner and sharper, revealing ferocious and bloody.

The blades on both sides of the magic sword are even more terrifyingly sharp, and you can faintly feel its sharp cold light. If it is successfully forged, it can fully display the sharpness of the sharp stone.

The middle and rear ends are thick and powerful, and against the background of the slightly curved dragon mouth handle, it exudes infinite domineering.

On the whole, it looks like a magic sword full of ferocious blood and the aura of a demonic overlord.

Any cultivator who sees this sword for the first time will classify it as a demon sword.

Based on the esoteric essence of the magic way and the Nine Nether Demon Art, under the natural and inclusive mood of Xianhong Jue, Yang Fan completed this amazing design with a flash of inspiration.

This kind of inspirational and natural outline is like Yang Fan's mysterious state when he signed the name of the medical clinic.

But this time, what is different is that it includes the essence of the magic way and the profound meaning of magic skills.

After sketching this amazing masterpiece, a flash of understanding suddenly flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and he had a new understanding of the broad and inclusiveness of Xianhong Jue.

"It's no wonder that with my talent and savvy, I can easily practice the 'Nine Nether Demon Art', which has shocked the ancient and modern, and Wushuang and others can also understand it from the plaque. Thousands, with the artistic conception that is as natural as nature, let all the complicated and mysterious become the original nature, and it will come naturally..."

A flash of enlightenment flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and he had a deeper understanding of Xianhong Jue's thoughts.

At the same time, he also understands that Xianhong Jue is the most fundamental part of himself.

Although this is just a set of auxiliary heaven-defying exercises, the success of the Nine Nether Demon Art is based on its strong foundation.

From this point of view, we have to admit the power of the word "assistant".

"Yang Yaoshi, where did you get the design of this magic sword? Just by looking at it, the old man's blood boiled with enthusiasm, and he entered the peak mental state in the past 20 years."

Tie Moshan's body trembled slightly, the excitement and trembling emanated from his soul, arousing his best state of perfect refining.

"The design of this magic sword was just a temporary idea by Yang." Yang Fan didn't hide anything.

"I didn't expect Yaoshi Yang to have such an amazing talent for refining weapons." Tie Moshan couldn't help but marvel from the bottom of his heart, and then took a deep breath: "According to the design you gave, Medicine Master, to refine such a magic sword, it must be difficult."

"Difficulty?" Yang Fan was slightly taken aback, and didn't express any opinions. He was not good at refining weapons.

As a field, the complicated mysteries contained in the way of refining tools are definitely not as simple as just refining a handful of magic weapons with only a shape.

"Fortunately, the old man has just entered the best and perfect mental state in his life, and he can definitely play for a long time..."

Tie Moshan was full of passion, and said to Yang Fan: "Ten years ago, I also entered into a similar mental state, and as a result, I refined a magic weapon with extraordinary power, which satisfied all Jindan monks and was overjoyed... ..."

"It's so good." Yang Fan was delighted. The magic weapon that can surprise the Jindan great cultivator must not be ordinary. It can be seen that Tiemoshan's super long performance is terrifying.

"This old man has a hunch that once this magic sword is refined, it may become the pinnacle masterpiece of my life."

Tie Moshan's voice trembled slightly.

"Okay, if that's the case, I'll give these materials to Master Tie." Yang Fan quickly made a decision, and asked again: "I wonder how long it will take to refine this magic sword?"

"Because my cultivation level is still at the foundation building level, and I am limited to this old man alone. To refine this level of attacking treasure, it takes a lot of energy and painstaking efforts, and I have to go through thousands of times of tempering. Therefore, at least four or five moon."

Tie Moshan pondered.

"What? Four or five months!"

Yang Fan was astonished, never expecting that it would take so long.

Tie Moshan's own cultivation is limited, and with the help of the fire of the earth's veins, it is rare and precious to be able to refine a magic weapon that surpasses his own level, which is why he is respected as a "master".If he is a high-ranking monk and possesses a powerful golden core fire, he can at least reduce the time to one-fifth, or even one-tenth.

"No, it's been too long. Is there anything Master can do?"

Yang Fan shook his head, he didn't have much time left in Yuyang Guoneng.

"If my disciples Meng Po and Ling Tie are allowed to join, the time can be reduced to three months." Tie Moshan suggested.

"Well, you can let them join, but there is a prerequisite. You must all swear the soul blood oath, and you must not reveal the information that I have refined this magic sword here. You can have the honor of creating this magic sword, but the relevant Its owner information must not be disclosed to outsiders." Yang Fan mused.

"Yes, we can all swear the soul blood oath." Tie Moshan said without hesitation.

Afterwards, he called his two disciples to the underground weapon refining chamber to discuss the matter together.

After learning the details, Ling Tie and Meng Po's faces showed horror, and Yang Fan became even more unfathomable in their hearts.

After the three made a soul blood oath and reached a mutual agreement, Yang Fan drifted away, leaving only one sentence:

"In three months, I will come to get this magic sword."

He left Iron Volcano and flew to somewhere in the Qingjiang River again.

As for the materials placed on the iron volcano, Yang Fan was not worried.On the one hand, he can still trust the character of Tiemoshan master craftsman; on the other hand, Yang Fan has already shown his terrifying strength, even if the other three have the heart, they don't have the guts.

Two days later, he flew to Xiuyu Pavilion, Xiuxianfang City somewhere in the Qingjiang River Basin.

As early as half a year ago, after the catastrophe of the headless demon corpse, Xiuyu Pavilion had been reduced to ruins.

However, after six months of reconstruction, Xiuyu Pavilion City opened again, and the flow of people coming and going was not much less than before.

"Xiuyu Pavilion... Medicine Immortal Valley... Nameless Forest... are all near the Qingjiang River Basin."

Yang Fan became more and more familiar with the terrain here.

During the flight, he unfolded the high-level spiritual consciousness of Jindan, covering a vast area with a radius of fifteen miles in an instant.

With such a powerful spiritual consciousness, Yang Fan felt like a fish in water here, and experienced the pleasure that only high-level monks can have.

call out--

He flew over the Xiuyu Pavilion, and his spiritual sense swept across, which attracted the attention of only a few high-ranking people in Xiuxianfang City.

But Yang Fan's spiritual consciousness was only fleeting, and he immediately restrained it without causing any waves.The few high-ranking Gold Cores left in Fang City were a little strange, but they didn't take it to heart.

"what?"

Yang Fan suddenly stopped, because when his consciousness just passed by this place, he noticed several familiar breaths.

With the soul realm in the early stage of Jindan, the large area of ​​consciousness covers in an instant, involving thousands of things in this area, and it is impossible to refine it to each individual. Only familiar or special breaths will attract Yang Fan's attention.

Thinking of this, he flew towards that direction and unfolded his senses.

Soon, several familiar faces appeared in his senses.

Yang Fan showed a gentle smile, and those familiar faces were the three of Yuan Tian Xingzhou: Boss Yuan, Li Yueshuang, and Huang Yu.

At this moment, the three of them are setting up a shop, which is an ordinary three-story loft.

There is a plaque on the pavilion: Tianxing Pavilion.

There are various cultivation resources such as talisman seals, materials, jade slips, magic instruments, etc. in the shop.

"These materials are more precious, and only monks in the concentration stage can use them. Put them on the second floor."

Li Yueshuang gave instructions to a fellow.

"Yes, Miss Li."

The entire Tianxing Pavilion is being sorted out in an orderly manner. At this moment, many immortal cultivators have even come in to trade.

Yang Fan sighed softly, and walked slowly towards Tianxing Pavilion for some unknown reason.

Perhaps because he will be far away from Yuyang soon, he has an inexplicable feeling for the people and things here.

He had just walked to the door of the shop when he happened to see Li Yueshuang. The two looked at each other, and the latter's eyes were more surprised.

"Yang Yaoshi..." Li Yueshuang and Huang Yu were almost at a loss.

In the past one or two years, Yang Fan looks the same, but a little more calm and mysterious.

"Hehe, Miss Li, Fellow Daoist Huang, don't come here without any harm. Although you have lost the sky, you have come across such a good opportunity to open your own shop when the Xiuyu Pavilion is being rebuilt."

There is a kind of calmness in Yang Fan's laughter, and it also contains a bit of sigh.

"Yang Yaoshi was joking," Li Yueshuang regained her calm expression, and asked puzzledly, "However, how do you know that we lost the 'Tian Xing Zhou'?"

"This...Yang did not intend to learn about it."

Yang Fan hurriedly gave a reason. At the beginning, he took away the sailor that day in the identity of Shi Qianhan, but he forgot about it just now.Thinking about it now, I still feel a little ashamed in my heart, so I made up my mind and decided to make up for it.

"Hahaha, it turned out to be Yaoshi Yang..."

At this moment, Boss Yuan also came out of Tianxing Pavilion upon hearing the sound.

Compared with the last time we parted, Boss Yuan looked much older.

With a gentle and smiling face on his face, Yang Fan walked and chatted with the three of them, learning about their situation by the way.

It turned out that after Tian Xingzhou disbanded, the seven brothers died or scattered, leaving only the three of them.

Boss Yuan and the others were unwilling to continue to be mediocre, so when Xiuyu Pavilion was being rebuilt, they spent their life savings and opened a trading shop here.

"Yang Yaoshi invites you to sit on the third floor. Back then, you were our lifesaver."

Boss Yuan welcomed Yang Fan to the third floor with an extremely respectful attitude. Li Yueshuang poured tea with a smile, and Huang Yu was even more admiring.

"I heard that Yaoshi Yang opened a medical clinic in Kyoto, and was honored as the number one legendary pharmacist in Kyoto, and also became a guest pharmacist of Yuwen's family. Such an achievement really surprises me..."

Boss Yuan sighed.

"You guys also know about my stay in Kyoto?" Yang Fan was a little surprised.

Boss Yuan said with a pleasant smile: "It's not just that we know. Nowadays, who in the world of immortals doesn't know the name of Yang Yaoshi's genius doctor, who doesn't know?"

"I really have such a big reputation?"

Yang Fan had some doubts in his heart, but from the respectful attitude of Yuan Boss and the three of them towards him, it can be seen that these words are not false.

When these people were talking, laughing and drinking tea on the fourth floor of Tian Xing Zhou, there was a sudden commotion downstairs.

"Hmph, what a broken shop, it doesn't even have a decent magic weapon, it's a shame to put it in Xiuyu Pavilion."

A sharp and harsh voice came.

Yang Fan's spiritual sense, which is comparable to Jindan's high-level, swept away, and found that there were more than a dozen people gathered downstairs, led by a monk in the early stage of foundation establishment, and two or three other people in the concentration stage.

Just a few ants.

Yang Fan didn't take it to heart and continued drinking tea.

"Not good! It's the people from the Hundred Attic, and even the masters from the Foundation Establishment Period are here..."

Boss Yuan exclaimed, the faces of the three of them were pale, and the clerk in the shop was so frightened that he was at a loss and turned pale.

(End of this chapter)