During this process, the brilliance in his eyes became brighter and his face was solemn and solemn.

At the same time, the aura on his body also underwent a vague change.

At Yang Fan's instructions, neither the apprentice nor the pharmacist in the clinic disturbed him.

Wushuang has a proud aura on her body, and no one dares to approach her.

It was late at night, Hu Fei fell asleep, and Yang Fan returned to the fifth floor of the clinic and continued to sit cross-legged and practice.

After nothing happened overnight, the terrible silver medal killer seemed to disappear out of thin air, never appeared in Yang Fan's senses, and there was no sign of murderous intent.

Yang Fan did not think the other party would give up, but became more alert.

The next morning, Yang Fan opened the window and looked out. Outside was the bustling Kyoto place, with people coming and going in the clinic.

Suddenly, Yang Fan captured a familiar white shadow in his vision.

Unparalleled?

Yang Fan's face showed a strange look.

He is still here to realize it!

This is simply incredible. An epiphany lasted for so long.

"Isn't that the number one swordsman in Kyoto unparalleled?"

Soon, someone around recognized Wushuang's identity.

Wushuang is a stolen figure in Kyoto. Especially when he fought with the King of Yan last time, he pushed his reputation to the peak and was an idol in the hearts of countless young men and girls.

Whether in the secular world or in the immortal world, Wushuang has a great reputation.

But at this moment, he stood in front of the clinic without moving, his eyes fixed on the clinic at all times, as if he was admiring the stunning beauty who was fascinating.

The crowds around him were endless, and all kinds of hawking and noise had no effect on him.

“What’s the good thing about this plaque?”

Several secular warriors and immortal cultivators who were puzzled in their hearts couldn't help but turn their eyes to the plaque, and their minds moved and they faintly touched some mysteries.

However, with their limited understanding and realm, they can only perceive the unusualness of this plaque.

"It's true that it's a bit mysterious..."

A cultivator said in surprise. When he was staring at the plaque just now, he fell into a few breaths. When he woke up, he seemed to have realized something again.

That night, Wushuang suddenly woke up.

After a whole day and night of enlightenment, he woke up with a few traces of enlightenment and abnormality in his eyes. Then he spread his hands and looked at the space he was in from an unusual angle.

"This... is here..."

A trace of confusion flashed in Wushuang's bright and deep eyes.

After a while, Yang Fan walked out of the clinic and said with a smile: "You have been here for a day and a night, and you have just woken up now. Are you getting anything?"

"Harvest?" Wushuang fell into deep thought, spread his hands and looked up at the sky. After a long time, he whispered: "There is heaven beyond the sky, and there is someone beyond the sky. I have touched a higher spiritual level..."

"I'll come again tomorrow night at this time." Wushuang turned around and walked away, his steps staggering a little.

"Your injury..." Yang Fan shouted.

"No need." Wushuang left this prosperous place without looking back.

"I...I feel he has changed... changed!" Hu Fei stood behind Yang Fan and said to himself.

The clinic opened as usual, but unlike before, there was a young man in white dressed in snow in front of the clinic, carrying a sword and looking up at the plaque of the clinic.

After some time, Wushuang appeared as if she had become a scenic spot in Xianhong Medical Center. Many secular warriors who admired him came to observe.

Even many immortal cultivators were curious about this and came to watch it.

Some savvy cultivators were moved when facing the plaques in the clinic and went back to retreat, and actually broke through the existing shackles and successfully advanced.

There is an example around Yang Fan. Cang Yun, who was fourteen years old, had only been practicing immortality for several years and had a strong understanding. After staring at the plaque for half an hour, he took three days off, and actually went from the late stage of Qi Refining to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining.

Since then, Cang Yun would look at the plaque every day, and occasionally a few traces of inspiration flashed in his mind.

Such a miracle aroused the curiosity of more people.

One is spread to ten, ten is spread to hundreds, and more and more immortal cultivators come to admire it. What's more, they travel thousands of miles to Kyoto just to witness this mysterious plaque.

However, most people returned home in disappointment and had no gains. Only a few people had insights and went home to retreat, and their cultivation level improved to a certain extent.

Wushuang's enlightenment was the longest time, and it lasted for a month. In addition, there was another person who was very special, that is Hu Fei. Hu Fei looked at the plaque at times, occasionally fell into seclusion for a day or two.

Yang Fan often observed Wushuang and felt the slow change of the aura of this man. His confused eyes became brighter and deeper, giving people a mysterious and invisible feeling.

“It’s almost a month…”

Yang Fan sighed lightly, not knowing whether the existence of this plaque was good or bad.

However, strangely, the silver medal killer has never appeared in the past month.

In a month, Xianhong Medical Center's business was booming and was safe and sound. More and more cultivators came here to treat diseases, and even surpassed the other large medical clinics in Kyoto's world, making some people feel hated.

The business is good, so the continuous stream of spirit stones fell into Yang Fan's pocket...

Before he knew it, Yang Fan had already mastered thousands of spirit stones in his hands. Among the cultivators of the same level, he was definitely well-capitalized, and his number of spirit stones was even more than that of most cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

The only thing that made Yang Fan uneasy was the killer who didn't know where he was lurking.

Since the second assassination failed, nearly a month later, the silver medal killer has not appeared.

But Yang Fan firmly believed that he would hide in a corner, wait for the best time, and launch a fatal blow to himself.

On this day, King Yan Yuwen Lie suddenly came to Xianhong Medical Center in casual clothes.

Standing next to the window on the fourth floor of the clinic with Yang Fan, King Yan looked at Wushuang downstairs and sighed: "I have seen the plaque of your clinic last time, and I have gained some gains. My cultivation has improved a lot. I thought I could fight Wushuang in the future, but I didn't expect that his enlightenment would be far beyond ours."

"Yes, he comes here every other day. The strangest thing is that every epiphany, he will last one day and one night, and the timing of waking is so accurate."

Yang Fan said in marvel.

"Haha, Yang Yaoshi, I haven't seen you for so many days, I feel that your progress is not small." King Yan looked at Yang Fan with a smile.

"The prince is so ridiculous. They are all forced by the killer, but the third assassination has not come yet."

Yang Fan shook his head, with a slight bitterness on his face.

After entering the late stage of concentrating the mind, the progress of cultivation began to slow down. For so many days, he had treated many cultivators in the concentrating stage, and his cultivation level was close to the Great Perfection of Concentrating the Mind.

At this time, he was already considering the matter of building the foundation. Building the foundation was originally thought to be a relatively distant thing, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

"Why don't the pharmacist show his enemy to be weak?" Yuwen Lie lowered his voice.

"Show the enemy is weak?" Yang Fan's eyes lit up slightly and he sighed: "It seems that this is the only way. Instead of being so cautious, it is better to lure the killer out."

The arrival of King Yan brought an idea to Yang Fan.

He began to plan secretly...

On the second day, Wushuang woke up from his sudden enlightenment, and the light in his eyes formed a mysterious vortex.

He was dressed in white and spotlessly clean. He walked into Xianhong Medical Center without any fear of honor and disgrace.

This is the first time Wushuang has entered the clinic since her epiphany.

"You have ended your epiphany?" When Yang Fan saw Wushuang for the first time, he had a wonderful sense.

"Yes, in three days, I will fight Hu Fei once to make up for the last shame." Wushuang looked into the distance and said lightly, "If nothing unexpected happens, I will leave Kyoto in a few more days."

Leaving Kyoto?

Yang Fan was secretly shocked.

"Yes...it's time to challenge 'him'..." Wushuang whispered, with a hint of expectation on her face.

"Challenge him?"

"A person who raised me..." Wushuang's tone exuded a strange tone: "This is my agreement with him."

"How much has your strength increased this time?" Yang Fan asked curiously.

If others suddenly realize it for a short time, their cultivation level can be promoted to a small level, but if he... has an enlightenment for a month, how much will his strength increase?

"Strength?" Wushuang's eyes were confused: "I don't even know this myself, but I vaguely understand that there are no opponents in Kyoto, including those so-called immortal cultivators."

How is this possible? A joke!

Yang Fan looked suspicious and didn't believe it at all.

There are so many monks in the Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger in Kyoto, and there are definitely many monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Yang Fan even suspected that there were high-level monks here.

"Don't you believe it?" Wushuang Yun Danfeng said lightly, with a hint of indescribable confidence on his face.

"Yes, maybe you can defeat Hu Fei, defeat King Yan, and me, but there are some hidden immortal cultivators in Kyoto..." Yang Fan said undeniably: "As you said, there is heaven beyond heaven, and there are people beyond man."

"Haha," Wushuang was not angry at all, and her tone was very gentle: "Since you are my friend, let me prove it to you."

"Proof? How do you prove it?"
Chapter completed!