Yang Fan felt hope and confidence in his heart, like a big roc spreading his wings and flying out of the Medicine Immortal Valley.

As soon as he flew to the entrance of the valley, he suddenly saw a middle-aged pharmacist in a green robe standing in the air, as if waiting for someone.

"Senior Mu, why are you at the valley entrance?"

Yang Fan stared at the slightly old Uncle Mu not far away, a little strange.

"Yang Fan, I'm here to see you off. I wish you a blessing to achieve your wish as soon as possible before leaving."

Uncle Mu's face was gentle, and his eyes were filled with indescribable emotions in his eyes.

"Thank you for your kindness, Senior Mu, and your previous advice."

Yang Fan said sincerely that he had a very keen sense of practicing the Immortal Hong Jue. Others can sense whether they are sincere or hypocritical to him or whether they are good or bad.

"Do you know who is the old silver-haired man you just talked to?"

Uncle Mu asked with a smile on his face.

"I don't know, but I can see his transcendent status in the Medicine Immortal Valley." Yang Fan replied, and was also guessing Master Mu's intention in his heart.

"He is the highest-ranking senior in the entire Yaoxian Valley, and he is also the recognized first pharmacist in the immortal cultivation world of Yuyang Country..." Uncle Mu showed a look of admiration and respect.

"The first pharmacist in the immortal cultivation world of Yuyang Country?!

Yang Fan was shocked and a little disbelief.

"Not only that, he is also a hidden master in the world of immortal cultivation, a Nascent Soul Stage ancestor who is the same generation as Qingxu Sanren, Sanyou Laomo and other powerful people. He has an honorary title in Yuyang Country that countless pharmacists look up to - the Medicine King."

Uncle Mu finished this passage in an almost solemn and sacred tone.

The King of Medicine!

These two words seemed to contain a weight of tens of thousands of pounds, which shocked Yang Fan and almost felt breathless.

"I really didn't expect that you would get the favor of Senior Medicine King. He not only has the best medical skills in Yuyang, but also has extraordinary skills in observing people."

There was even a little excitement in Uncle Mu's eyes, as if he was happy for Yang Fan.

"No wonder he is as profound as a sea of ​​medical knowledge and knows almost everything. He turns out to be a generation of medicine kings."

After a long time, the storm in Yang Fan's heart gradually calmed down.

When Yang Fan heard the name of "Medical King", he suddenly remembered the Poison King.

The name of the poison king appeared in Zhuo Jing's previous mouth, when he saw himself using the bloodsucking snake whip.

The second thing happened in the mouth of Mr. Mu, when he was treating Tiemoshan's poisonous injuries.

"I dare to ask Uncle Mu, you have mentioned the name of "Poison King" before. I wonder what this person is from?"

Yang Fan asked curiously.

"Piracy King?" Uncle Mu's heart was shaking: "This person is extremely terrible, and his research on poison techniques has reached the extreme. A hundred years ago, he was a great enemy of Yaoxian Valley. After fighting with us, he disappeared. According to legend, he died by a sneak attack by an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage."

"Oh, so that's it." Yang Fan nodded, but he was silent on the surface.

After saying goodbye to Master Mu, Yang Fan flew out of the valley and saw the "Three-eyed Spiritual Python".

Yang Fan smiled lightly and flew over the mountain protecting spirit python.

When this spirit python saw Yang Fan, it immediately showed hostility and hatred, but it also contained a hint of fear and fear, so it did not dare to take action.

"Haha, Yang Yaoshi, you finally came out." A heavy and powerful voice from Tiemoshan came from afar: "You haven't come out in two hours, we are all a little worried."

"Haha, I encountered a little accident and got a good harvest. The purpose of this time was successfully achieved."

Yang Fan showed a gratifying smile.

"Since Yang Yaoshi's work has been completed, I can go to my 'Iron Volcano' to refine weapons now. I am still looking forward to it."

Tiemoshan's eyes were a little anxious.

"Okay, let's go now."

Yang Fan said with a decisive look that refining an attack weapon is what he is looking forward to now.

Moreover, it is definitely not possible to refine such a treasure in one or a half days.

During this period, Yang Fan can seize the time to practice to the peak of foundation building, and even... to reach the advanced level of the Golden Pill.

"Master, this sedan chair?"

Ling Tie stared at the thick and hard sedan chair next to him, feeling a little at a loss.

"Now my poisonous injury has been removed, and the poisoner has left. I have to use it as a storage bag. At least I have a piece of 'extremely dark iron'."

Tiemoshan's loud voice came.

"Yes, Master." Ling Tie hurriedly put away the sedan made of special materials.

"This is..." Yang Fan was puzzled.

"Oh, it's not because of that poison master, my soul is still gone. I asked my disciple to try to create this completely sealed sedan that can be isolated from poison."

Tiemoshan sighed: "But now that Yaoshi Yang is here, even if he comes with the poison master, he will not be able to do anything to us."

Afterwards, the group set off and flew to the "Iron Volcano" where Tiemo Mountain is located.

As for how far the iron volcano is, in the words of this weapon refining master, a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage can fly to within half a day, and a monk in the Concentration Stage will take three or five days.

In order to speed up the itinerary, Yang Fan took the initiative to bring Ling Tie to the side, flying side by side with Tiemo Mountain and Meng Po, but his speed was not a minute slower.

Seeing this, Tiemoshan looked at Yang Fan even more and thought to himself: "He is definitely not an ordinary pharmacist, otherwise he would not have created any attack weapon."

Although he had such speculation, he didn't think much about it. Yang Fan saved his life. Even if he created ten hundred magic weapons for the other party, it would not be enough to compensate.

When he flew four or five hundred miles away, Yang Fan suddenly stopped and a terrible pressure appeared on his body, almost suffocating the two or three people beside him.

"Yang Yaoshi..."

Tiemoshan's body was almost stiff, and this pressure was too terrible and had surpassed the lower level.

Could it be... Tiemoshan and Meng Po suddenly had a terrible thought in their hearts?

At the same time, a young man in purple was cold all over, as if he was trapped in an ice cellar, and he was under great pressure when he breathed.

"Isn't this the poison master before?" Tiemoshan has the cultivation of the Great Perfection of Foundation Building, and his spiritual consciousness has been unfolded, and he saw the situation here.

The purple-clothed poison master himself was a late-stage monk in the foundation building stage, and his body and mind were trembling with a force of spiritual power from four or five miles away.

The power of the higher level is irresistible!

"Give me...Give me your life!"

The purple-clothed poisoner barely said a few words, and his whole face turned red.

"What are you and the Poison King?"

Yang Fan used the technique of divine sound transmission, and his voice was extremely cold.

It is not the first time he has used such a threatening method.

With the help of a high-level title, any low-level monk would have to be awe-in awe and dare not disobey.

"Sir, the Poison King is the next ancestor." The Purple-clothed Poison Master replied in a terrified manner.

"Have you ever seen your ancestor?" Yang Fan looked pondering.

"I met one time, and that time I saw him with my master."

The vicious poisoner replied.

"Where is the Poison King living?" Yang Fan was using his divine sense to transmit voice, and Tiemoshan and others did not know.

Even if they were given a hundred courages, they would not dare to spy on them, and they did not have the ability.

"If the adults want me to tell him whereabouts, the young will never obey, because I have made a soul-blood oath and must not reveal the news about him."

The purple-clothed poisoner said nervously.

"Okay, for his sake, I'll spare your life for the time being. Get out of here."

Yang Fan shouted coldly.

"Yes, I'll get out now, get out right away."

The purple-clothed poisonous master was like a general amnesty, and he ran away without a trace.

"Master Iron, let's continue on our way."

The terrible pressure on Yang Fan suddenly subsided.

"Yes, please, pharmacist."

Tiemoshan's tone was filled with fear from the bottom of his heart, and Meng Po next to him was even more uneasy.

They were secretly shocked that the person who was walking with them was a high-level monk.

No wonder he released a spirit beast before, it was a wild alien species, easily controlling the three-eyed spiritual python that was regarded as the same level.

He will easily solve the poison technique that even Uncle Mu of Medicine Valley cannot do.

At this moment, all these mysteries have been solved, and there is only one reason. This Yaoshi Yang is actually a high-level monk!
To be continued...