"Hmph! You said...who...who is stuttering!"

A voice filled with endless anger came, and then a powerful and compelling spiritual pressure came here.

Yang Fan thought it was not good. It was obvious that Hu Fei broke in. He was healing Wushuang's injuries. He focused his energy on this aspect and did not pay attention to the movements of this person.

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure rushed in. Hu Fei stood at the door, put his hands on his hips, staring at Wushuang with a fierce look, with raging rage in his eyes.

"It's you..."

Wushuang was surprised and immediately stood up from the ground, put one hand on the sword behind her, and then looked at Yang Fan, who was healing himself with a questioning gaze.

Yang Fan smiled bitterly and said, "He is my friend. I just met in Kyoto today. I didn't expect you to have already dealt with me."

"Hmph... Today I... let's settle the accounts!"

Hu Fei's hands were intertwined, and a trace of "red thunder and fire" sounded in front of him, and the invisible pressure spread throughout the courtyard, and a terrifying and trembling aura was condensed in the air.

"My injury has not healed yet, are you eager to fight me? Have you forgotten that our next battle will be one month later." Wushuang's tone was very plain. Although he was very afraid of Hu Fei, he was still calm, without any fear or panic in his eyes.

"You... you insult me, so I... I want to teach you a lesson."

Hu Fei hummed and said to Yang Fan:

"Yang...Yang Yaoshi, please... get out of here!"

Yang Fan laughed silently: "Wushuang is also my friend. Do you really want to hurt him? Have you forgotten your current identity?"

"This...this?" Hu Fei was stunned, "But...but...but he insulted me, you...can't...restrict me from taking revenge!"

Hu Fei was not stupid, and began to argue with reason. He only agreed to be Yang Fan's personal bodyguard to protect him, but did not say that he would restrict him from doing other things.

"Hmph, you are just a stutter! If a person dares not even admit his own shortcomings, how can he make progress?"

Wushuang sneered, with an extremely tough attitude.

"You, you..." Hu Fei's anger that had just calmed down suddenly rose to an unprecedented level.

Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh inwardly, smiling bitterly in his heart: This Wushuang is too shameful...

Of course he understood Hu Fei's personal flaws. But anyone would be furious if he had no face to be sarcastic.

"I...I want to kill...kill you!"

Hu Fei's hands were almost trembling, and a trace of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

"Wushuang, why bother? You are seriously injured now, so why don't you apologize to fellow Daoist Hu."

Yang Fan lowered his voice and persuaded.

"Yang Yaoshi, please get out of the way. I am unsupervised to fear anyone's challenge!"

Wushuang pushed Yang Fan away, and there was a strong sense of fighting in his eyes.

Even in this situation, he still did not retreat at all, and his energy and spirit reached a peak in an instant, and an infinite arrogance that was supreme in his body faintly rose.

clang!

The cold light is so strong that the unparalleled sword is drawn!

A dazzling white horse craft passed by the room, forming a thrilling light and shadow. At the same time, a light and pleasant sword sound rippled in the void, and the whistle and whistle sword energy rushed straight into the sky, with endless arrogance.

At that moment, the sword light was dazzling, as if it became the focus of the whole world. In contrast, everything else was running at a speed.

Swish-

A cold light, Wushuang's lightning strike, stabbed Hu Fei in front of him.

Hu Fei jumped in shock, and Wushuang's attack was completely beyond his expectations. The speed, timing and angle reached an incredible level.

In the last fight, Wushuang drew his sword to attack at the last moment, causing him to severely hurt.

And this time, Wushuang planned to attack, and the moment of beauty that burst out of the sword made Yang Fan, who was watching the battle, feel a long-lost surprise.

Sigh ~ puff!

The white Pilian carried the fierce and terrifying sword energy and collided with the thunder and fire condensed on Hu Fei's arm. The two stalemate in the void for half a breath, and the sword broke through Hu Fei's protective layer and stabbed his shoulder.

Puff!

Hu Fei's body stiffened, his shoulders were pierced, and there was a hint of confusion and suspicion in his eyes.

"stop!"

Yang Fan flashed and attacked here.

clang!

The sword returned to the sheath, and Wushuang showed the winner's smile, but his face became paler, his body was shaking, and he was extremely weak.

From beginning to end, Yang Fan only saw a stunning sword light and the hazy outline of the sword, and never saw its true face.

"How is this...is this possible?"

Hu Fei stood there blankly, feeling the sword energy in his body that was dying and raging in his body. He was hit by such a powerful sword. If it were an ordinary cultivator in the Concentration Stage, his body would have been destroyed.

However, his body is extremely powerful, comparable to a monster of the same level. The buffered sword only caused him to suffer heavy internal and external injuries, and he could recover for a few days.

thump!

Wushuang's body softened and fell to the ground, with a smile on his face, and said sarcastically: "This is the end of underestimating the enemy. Do you think I, Wushuang, can be killed by me if I am injured?"

After hearing this, Hu Fei was so angry that he trembled all over. He pointed at Wushuang, but did not take action.

He was a very strong person, but now he saw that Wushuang couldn't even stand up and said such a thing again, but instead he was disdainful to take action.

"If you want to fight, let's leave it until next time. Let me heal your injuries first."

Yang Fan said lightly, and continued to heal Wushuang again. Hu Fei hummed and sat on the ground with his butt, looking unwilling and dissatisfied.

About an hour later, Yang Fan took back his hand and said to Wushuang: "Your injury has been cured."

"Thank you." Wushuang smiled slightly: "With you, the pharmacist, I can challenge more powerful opponents next, including those cultivators above the Concentration Stage..."

"You're welcome, as long as you have a breath, Yang can save your life."

Yang Fan said confidently, but he felt secretly happy.

Wushuang and Hu Fei are both strong people. The former is a martial arts tycoon and the latter is a combat maniac.

When these two people meet together, they will naturally fight.

Yang Fan was naturally willing to see this situation. He just cured Wushuang's injury and his cultivation level had been significantly improved, at least as much as the current practice for several months.

"Okay, let's say goodbye. Yang will open a clinic in Kyoto soon. I hope you will take care of the clinic's business at that time."

Yang Fan smiled before leaving.

"No problem, I will recommend my opponent to your clinic."

Wushuang's mouth slightly pursed a curve, filled with a hint of evil intention.

"Thank you in advance!"

Of course, Yang Fan understood what he meant. In the most part of the challenge, the targets that Wushuang would be beaten to death and traumatized.

Farewell to Wushuang, Yang Fan returned to the Yan Prince's Mansion.

The palace of the king, Xinning residence.

As soon as Yang Fan arrived at his residence, he saw Yuwen Xin standing in front of the house with a worried look on his face. Seeing him coming, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother Yang is finally back. I heard from the guards in the mansion that Xin'er is really worried when you follow the monster."

"How could I have something wrong? Miss Xin'er is so worried." Yang Fan smiled slightly, pointed at Hu Fei and introduced: "This is my friend Hu Fei, and he is also Yang's personal bodyguard."

"I've met Master Hu."

Yuwen Xin paid attention to Hu Fei's eyes and greeted him politely.

Hu Fei looked like he was ignorant. This boy obviously had no idea about beauty. It can be seen from his previous fight against Xixuan, a female pharmacist at Lanyue Hospital.

"He has this personality, please don't blame Miss Xin'er."

Yang Fan and Yuwen Xin chatted for a few words, and then talked about their intention to buy a clinic.

"The pharmacist is about to open a clinic?" Yuwen Xin said in surprise.

"Yes." Yang Fan said with emotion: "This will be the second clinic I want to open. I heard that Xin'er is very knowledgeable. Can you help me plan something?"

"Brother Yang was joking." Yuwen Xin chuckled: "But I can help you with reference."

"It's so good. I'm having a headache about this. I happened to go to the three most authoritative clinics in Kyoto to see it..."

Yang Fan was happy in his heart. It was always good to have an extra helper, not to mention that Yu Wen Xin was extremely talented.

A few days later, Yang Fan began to plan the clinic. According to his request, Yuwen Xin helped to come up with some ideas.

Of course, the old housekeeper of the royal palace can handle the specific matters.

Yang Fan would write a list of some medicinal materials that need to be purchased and asked the old housekeeper to send someone to collect them.

As for some medicinal materials, elixirs, and other materials in the cultivation world, Yang Fan personally purchased them and should not be neglected.

For this reason, he traveled to several major markets near Kyoto and finally bought most of the materials.

There are also some rare medicinal materials, which are already mature in the Xianhong space. Yang Fan collected some of them. These are valuable materials, including some treasures of heaven and earth.
To be continued...