Yang Tian, ​​what are you doing here?

The sound was as sharp as ice, and there was a vague murderous aura.

It is hard to imagine that this sound comes from a gentle and kind pharmacist.

Yang Fan was shocked, a little confused and at a loss.

Yang Tian...Isn't this the name of his father?

It seems that the uncle Mu of the Medicine Immortal Valley mistakenly thought Yang Fan about his father.

"Senior Pharmacist, you must have recognized the wrong person."

Yang Fan quickly figured out the reason. Since he grew up, every time he returned to Wuliu Town, his mother Yang looked at him with more kindness and sighed: "I am more and more like your father..."

At that time, Yang Fan asked about this matter, and Yang replied: "You are seventy-sixth-similar to your father, and even Shen Yun's personality is very similar."

"My brother looks very similar to me!" Yang Fan said with a smile.

Yang shook his head and said, "Lei'er is similar to you in the outline, but he does not have the charm and charm of your father."

"My father is really charming?" Yang Fan was very curious.

"He is just a passionate prodigal son, a big radish in his heart. If I had known this before, I would rather marry an ordinary mortal than marry him."

Yang seemed to be complaining, but when she mentioned Yang Tian, ​​she had a little more warmth and color in her eyes.

"A passionate prodigal son? A big radish in a flowery heart? Hahaha..."

Yang Fan almost choked when he laughed.

"If you become an adult, you must not be as passionate as him and cause countless romantic people..." Yang preached seriously.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to my mother..." Yang Fan smiled so hard that his stomach hurt.

"Recognize the wrong person? Impossible!" Uncle Mu said angrily, pointing at Yang Fan, his fingers trembled, and said indignantly: "Even if you turn into ashes, I can recognize it."

Yang Fan was speechless and couldn't help but wonder: What kind of mess my father left behind back then.

Uncle Mu glared and said, "Don't think that if I change my clothes, I won't recognize you. Your charm and movements are clear and true even if you have been separated by more than twenty years..."

"Oh..." Yang Fan smiled bitterly and said almost powerlessly: "Senior, I really don't lie to you. This is my first time in Yaoxian Valley."

"Don't even want to fool me, get out quickly, Yaoxian Valley won't welcome you."

Uncle Mu cursed and hated Yang Fan deeply.

"Senior Pharmacist, have you remembered wrongly? This pharmacist Yang is the number one legendary pharmacist in Kyoto and is famous far and wide, not Yang Tian."

Meng Po said beside him in confusion.

"The No. 1 Legendary Pharmacist in Kyoto?" Uncle Mu was slightly stunned. He looked at Yang Fan carefully and found that the other party and Yang Tian in his memory were just seven-part in appearance and charm, but he had a completely different aura on his body.

This breath is naturally out of the dust and is almost like the medical profession.

"Huh? When did you change the medical treatment?" Uncle Mu was slightly stunned, and his heart was also a little shaken. Perhaps the young man in front of him was not Yang Tian.

But he had another idea... Even if it wasn't Yang Tian, ​​he might be his descendant.

"You're your surname Yang?" Uncle Mu asked tentatively.

"That's right." Yang Fan nodded.

"What is Yang Tian's relationship with you?" Uncle Mu's tone eased a little.

"In the next Yang Fan, Yang Tian is his father."

Yang Fan said lightly.

"So that's it..." Most of the hostility and anger in Uncle Mu's eyes disappeared, but he had absolutely no good feelings for Yang Fan, and even had some doubts.

"Senior still refuse to believe it?" Yang Fan sighed: "You can check my root bones."

When Master Mu heard this, he swept his spiritual sense and flew past Yang Fan. The doubts in his eyes finally disappeared, and he nodded and said, "From the root of the bone, you are only about twenty-one years old."

Of course, this is also because Yang Fan lets the other party check, otherwise he would not have been able to force this to do so at the advanced level.

"At the age of twenty-one, you have cultivated to the late stage of foundation building. Such talent is not as good as your father."

A complicated situation flashed in Uncle Mu's eyes, and his expression gradually eased, but the tone changed again: "But...even so, Yaoxian Valley will not welcome you."

Yang Fan was about to speak, and in the thick iron sedan behind him, several coughs came: "Cough cough... Cough cough... Ask the pharmacist in Yaoxian Valley to save Tie's life, and it will be rewarded every day."

Ling Tie and Meng Po's expressions changed, and they knelt in front of Master Mu with a "thump" sound: "I beg you to save my master's life."

Yang Fan remained silent, and with his omniscient senses, he covered the sedan chair behind him and checked the situation of the weapon refining master Tiemoshan.

The results of the examination surprised Yang Fan secretly. No wonder most famous doctors cannot solve this poison technique.

"Senior Pharmacist, Tiemoshan, is the most famous weapon refining master in Kyoto. Please save him."

Ling Tie knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and said sincerely and sincerely: "Master is a good person. I have been an orphan since I was a child. Fortunately, he was taken in by him. As long as you can cure the illness of my family teacher, I, Ling Tie, would be willing to do something even if I am a cow or a horse."

"Little monk, as pharmacists, we will definitely not stand by and watch the patient, nor do we care about the identity of the sick person. However, we have also heard of the name of the Tiemo Mountain weapon refiner."

Master Mu said with a gentle look on his face, and admired Ling Tie's innocent filial piety very much. It is rare in the intriguing world of immortal cultivation.

"Fang Wen, go in and see Master Tie's condition."

Uncle Mu did not take action immediately, but instead approached a middle-aged middle-aged man in the middle stage of foundation building next to him.

"Yes, Uncle Mu."

Although this middle-aged man was at the same foundation-building stage as Mr. Mu, he called the latter by Mr. Mu.

"Pharmacius please..."

Ling Tie and his senior brother Meng Po quickly invited the pharmacist in.

Yang Fan thought to himself that Uncle Mu did this, perhaps because he wanted to give his younger generations a chance to practice.

However, what surprised him was that the seniority in the Medicine Immortal Valley did not seem to be divided according to cultivation level like other sects in the Immortal Cultivation World.

The pharmacist Fang was not much different from that of Uncle Mu, but the two were one senior.

“Crunch…”

Soon, the thick and hard iron sedan opened, revealing a purple-black, dying and burly old man inside. His eyes were covered with dark black bloodshot, which was daunting.

If it weren't for the one-time relationship, Yang Fan wouldn't believe that the old man in front of him would be the most famous weapon refining master in Kyoto.

Compared with the last Kyoto auction, Tiemoshan looks like it has been aging for ten years.

Pharmacist Fang walked to Tiemo Mountain and reached out to take his pulse. As soon as he touched his arm, his face suddenly changed and he took two steps back.

Immediately, a stream of emerald light flowed out from his hands, and a faint purple-black poisonous smoke evaporated.

"This poison technique has incredible infectious ability. As soon as it touches his body, it will be infected unconsciously..."

Pharmacist Fang looked stern, and his eyes were filled with horror: "I have never seen this kind of poison technique before."

Upon hearing this, Master Mu was a little surprised not far away and fell into deep thought, as if he had thought of something.

Then, a layer of emerald light film was spread between the palm of the pharmacist, and he began to take the veins of Tiemoshan. During this period, his hands kept trembling, which was terrifying.

After holding on for a while, Pharmacist Fang immediately dodged and a purple-black poisonous smoke emerged from his palm.

Yang Fan's nose moved and found that there was a trace of blood in the poisonous smoke, and he couldn't help but look thoughtful.

"Master Iron, you should take this detoxification pill first and suppress the poison in your body first, so that I can take your pulse and heal your wounds."

The pharmacist took out a white pill and asked Tiemoshan to take it.

However, after taking Tiemoshan for a moment, he was in great pain. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the deep black blood in his eyes became more and more terrifying.

"How could this be...this?"

The pharmacist was suddenly at a loss.

The detoxification pill he gave is universal. Even if it cannot cure the toxicity, it will at least have a certain curb effect. How could it stimulate its virility like this?

"Stop, let me do it!"

At this time, Master Mu shouted fiercely and flew to Tiemo Mountain. He transported a ball of green light about half a foot in diameter between his palms, and hit the latter's chest with a "bang" and hit the latter's chest.

Bang!

Tiemoshan groaned and spit out a mouthful of purple-black poisonous blood. The pain on his face was relieved a little, but his expression remained unchanged.

"This poison technique is really strange. It can actually devour the essence and blood of the human body for one's own use and strengthen itself. Not only that, when ordinary spiritual energy encounters it, although it can be suppressed in a short time, over time, it will produce strong immunity, and then swallow it and continuously strengthen itself..."

Uncle Mu stood in front of Tiemo Mountain, with a stern expression and unprecedented solemnity.

Slap sex!

He slapped four or five palms in a row, and the powerful vitality poured into Tiemoshan's body, forcing a lot of poisonous blood.

However, although a lot of poisonous blood on Tiemoshan's body was forced out, his body became increasingly weak.

Uncle Mu frowned and seemed to realize something was wrong.

"The blood in Master Iron's body is eroded by poison. If you continue like this, the virility will be forced out, but the master's life will not be saved."

Yang Fan smiled gently beside him.

Uncle Mu looked at him in surprise, but he was not angry and nodded: "You are right. I just discovered this. The strangeness of this poison technique is at this point. If all the poisonous power is forced out, the human body's vitality and essence and blood will dry up. Once the essence and blood are exhausted, the human life will reach its limit."

The prescription pharmacist next to him said, "Do you want to take him a few 'blood essence pills' to replenish his essence, blood and vitality and continue the life of Master Iron."

"No." Yang Fan said decisively: "The Blood Yuan Dan will only become the nutrient for the poison technique. Although it can be effective in a short period of time, it will only aggravate the condition."

Uncle Mu sighed: "There is no other person who can do such a strange poison technique except for the 'poison king' that was famous for the Yuyang Kingdom a hundred years ago."

The Poison King?

When Yang Fan heard this name, he felt a little moved and suddenly thought of the hunchbacked old man in Yihe Village.

"Senior Pharmacist, what should I do?" Ling Tie said anxiously.

"For the sake of the present, I can only move into the valley and ask the advanced pharmacist to help. However, the time is not good at this moment. Several advanced pharmacists went into seclusion, and several traveled around..."

Uncle Mu frowned slightly: "Anyway, move into the valley first to save your life."
Chapter completed!