Xianhong Road

Chapter 90 Xian Yun Ancient Seal
When dawn broke, a ray of extremely pure devilish energy grew in Yang Fan's restricted room, and there was a strange throbbing in the air, which made people's hearts tremble.

"Could it be that I'm a rare demon-cultivating genius in the world of cultivating immortals?"

Yang Fan opened his eyes with a strange color in them.

He has explored this set of magic skills of the Nine Nether Demon Sutra twice, and its profound and obscure points are more than ten times better than any skills he has practiced in Yangjiabao. It is also very strenuous.

According to the information in the book, if this skill is cultivated to a certain level, it will almost be able to cross the whole world, and no one can match it.Of course, this is just a theory of one family in the Nine Nether Demon Sutra, whether it is exaggerated or not is difficult to estimate, but what is certain is that this must be a set of magic skills that shocked the past and the present on the Dongsheng Continent.

Yang Fan suppressed the excitement in his heart, stood up, walked to a corner of his room, his eyes flashed sharply, and suddenly stretched out an index finger, and lightly poked at the wall in front of him.

puff!
Like poking tofu, Yang Fan's fingers sank into the wall, and the overbearing power made Yang Fan's heart tremble.

This is power!The power of magic!
Yang Fan took a deep breath and thought to himself, no wonder since ancient times, thousands of monks have escaped into the magic way and never returned.

It turns out that the magical skills actually contain such power!
Of course, this is also closely related to the level of magic skills. The high-level exercises of the righteous path also have impressive power.

After calming down completely, Yang Fan started to perform the dead wood skill again, restraining the aura on his body to the extreme.

After a while, Yang Fan's body was empty again, and even the wisps of devilish energy in his dantian seemed to be gone.

The concealment effect of Xianhong Jue is really against the sky!

Even if he meets a monk who is a big rank higher than himself, it is difficult to see his reality.

However, Yang Fan was also a little bit surprised, why did he suddenly release the aura that he used the dead wood kung fu to forcefully restrain when he was practicing the magic kung fu last night.

When the sky was getting brighter, Yang Fan walked out of the room, his senses suddenly unfolded, and he noticed something strange.

Yang Fan showed a startled expression, and turned his eyes to his younger brother's room. The room was naturally set up with an alarm-like restriction, but Yang Fan could still see his younger brother's situation silently.

At this moment, Yang Lei was sitting cross-legged, his face was a little pale, he was exercising his kung fu to heal his injuries, and the medicine in his body was taking effect.

The younger brother was injured?
Yang Fan showed astonishment.

He walked to the door of the room, touched the restraint, and said, "I came in?"

Walking into the room, Yang Lei opened his eyes and said lightly: "I didn't expect Yang Guang and Fatty Li to stay in 'Wuliu Town'. They confronted these two last night and suffered some small losses. The two didn't take advantage of it."

"Do you want me to help you recover from your injuries?",

Yang Fan walked up to his younger brother and said with a little concern.

"No need, I've already taken a valuable healing elixir, and after adjusting my breath for half a day, I'll be fine."

Yang Lei said very forcefully, imperceptibly a bit stubborn and proud.

"Okay, I'll go to the medical clinic and implement my plan by the way. You'd better go back to Yangjiabao first, otherwise it will arouse the suspicion of the elders in the family..."

Yang Fan shrugged and walked out of Yang Lei's room. He could also tell that his brother's injuries were not serious.

After greeting his younger sister Yang Huixin, Yang Fan came to Pu'ai Medical Center.

It was only early in the morning, and there were wounded people coming to see a doctor in the Pu'ai Medical Center. Yang Fan was very satisfied, so he nodded.

But immediately, he felt that there was something missing in the medical center.

So, he came to the door of Pu'ai Medical Center and looked at the plaque above his head.

"By the way, on the plaque of this medical center, there is no logo that should be displayed on the Xiuxianjie medical center."

Yang Fan suddenly realized.

It turns out that the medical clinics in the world of cultivating immortals are somewhat different from those in the secular world.

The reason why Yang Fan ignores this is because, although there are many low-level pharmacists within a thousand miles, there are very few who can open a medical center for cultivating immortals.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan managed to find a big brush, dipped it in the special ink of the world of cultivating immortals, and then concentrated and exhaled, gathering energy and spirit into one.

In this way, standing in place for a moment, the life in Yang Fan's body was as thin as blending into the surrounding environment, controlling any disturbance in this area, and gaining insight into everything in the world, just like a god.

At a certain moment, Yang Fan's robes moved automatically without wind, and he also gave a soft drink, and immediately his figure floated up, like a fairy with feathers, extraordinary and refined.

At this moment, the flow of time seemed to slow down. Yang Fan soared into the air, and when his figure was shoulder to shoulder with the plaque, he suddenly waved the big brush in his hand, waving it naturally and gracefully, with the brush and ink flying, faintly containing a bit of fairy dust. gas.

Immediately, an elegant ancient seal character endowed with infinite immortality appeared at the foot of the plaque.

That word floats like a fairy, as if it does not belong to the world.

It is a word for "immortal".

However, this character is written in ancient seal characters, which most people don't recognize in the world, and can be found in ancient books on cultivating immortals.

On the plaque, there was an extra "immortal" in ancient seal characters, which immediately brought about an indescribable change in the style of the entire medical center.

This is no longer an ordinary medical center, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a fairyland medical center.

When Yang Fan landed and stared at the word "immortal" on the plaque again, his heart was shocked and he couldn't help but fell into it deeply.

"This... this word was actually written by me?"

He couldn't believe it.

It turned out that when he was writing this word, he inadvertently integrated the infinite meaning of "Xianhongjue" into it.

The difference of just one word caused the layout of this medical center to undergo earth-shaking changes.

Yang Fan's heart froze, he quickly put away the brush, and looked around. At this moment, the genius was dim, and no one noticed his change.

He exhaled lightly and stared at the plaque. Even if he was asked to write again at this moment, he probably would not be able to write the handwriting that is all natural.

To a certain extent, the writing of this word was not dominated by his own will. What really endowed this word with spirituality was the Immortal Art in his body and his deep comprehension.

Not long after, Lin Zhong came to the medical hall. When he saw the plaque, he couldn't help but startled, his mind was instantly attracted, and he stayed there for a long time before he came out of a daze.

Immediately, there was a bit more understanding in his eyes, and his eyes became more and more transparent.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan's complexion changed. The plaque in the medical hall seemed to trigger Lin Zhong's state of epiphany, which deepened his understanding of the Dao.

"My lord, who wrote the word 'Xian' on this plaque?"

Lin Zhong asked very curiously.

"Hehe, the secret cannot be leaked."

Yang Fan said with a mysterious face, of course he would not admit that he wrote this word.

Lin Zhongmu looked thoughtful, and said: "Could it be that... this word is inscribed by a hidden master who taught you the supreme medical skills."

"That's right, your kid guessed it."

Yang Fan smiled slightly, and simply pushed the boat along, pushing the matter to that unfounded hermit.

However, even if Yang Fan said that this character was inscribed by himself, others might not believe it, and it would be very difficult for him to write another character that endows infinite immortality with spirituality like this.

"Can the matter of last night be resolved?"

Yang Fan changed the subject, and his smile faded away.

(Second shift arrives, the last two days in Sanjiang, let’s be more aggressive)

(End of this chapter)