Yang Fan rode his horse forward, waved his whip, and ran in the wind. Under the dusk and sunset, he was as calm as usual.

However, under his calm appearance, he had a slightly lower heart.

The dusty convoy behind him had been dumped far away by him.

It is still half a distance from "Xiuyu Pavilion".

This time, Yang Fan did not forget to consider the situation of sitting down the horse. When he encountered grass and water on the roadside, he would stay for a short time.

Just like that, by late at night, Yang Fan traveled for a long time.

Tie the horse to a tree, and he decided to practice in the deep mountains and forests in the middle of the night.

During the day, he healed fifty or sixty mortal injuries, and his mana increased slightly.

At this moment, while practicing, he further consolidated his current realm.

Although it was very low in the early stage of Qi Refining, it was also rare for Yang Fan, a person who had just vanished his magic power.

The nine realms of immortal cultivation are difficult to cultivate, just like endless mountains, one peak higher and one peak.

At this moment, Yang Fan is in the early stage of refining Qi at the nine realms, standing at the lowest point and the lowest level.

However, his mind was as calm as water. With such progress, his continuous improvement in his cultivation could eventually surpass those famous masters and demons in the world of immortal cultivation.

After one or two hours, Yang Fan felt that the magic power in his body was more pure, but the mysterious and unpredictable mist of life was circulating in the qi, blood vessels, meridians, internal organs, and even the soul could nourish it.

In this state, he naturally integrated into the surrounding environment, every grass, tree, flower and insect, all in his perception.

Within a radius of sixty feet, he could clearly understand all the flow of vitality.

At this moment, a considerable movement came from a distance, with abnormal fluctuations of spiritual energy, accompanied by the destruction and depletion of life.

Yang Fan's mind was suffocated and immediately withdrew from this wonderful state.

He quickly stood up and looked into the distance. He saw two people fighting in the valley. For a moment, the wind roared, sand and stones flying, with great momentum.

These two people, one old man and the other young man. The former was seriously injured, but his eyes were like torches, and a large amount of spiritual pressure came from his body. The young man was full of energy and his eyes were full of brilliance, so he dared not fight the old man head-on.

"In this wilderness, there are people who dare to fight to the death without hesitating their lives."

Yang Fan's mind was shocked and immediately used the "hidden technique" he had just learned.

A mysterious wave rippled on his body, and then his whole body disappeared from the spot, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

"Mysterious disciple, you have done such a traitor. It's ridiculous that I have cultivated for thirty years, but I have taught such a disciple. For a middle-grade 'Shenyun Pill', I even attacked my master."

The old man was seriously injured with him, but the spells and magic weapons in his hand burst out with terrible power in the void, and light and shadows dispersed, forcing the young man to retreat repeatedly without the power to fight back.

Medium-grade Shenxuan Pill?

When Yang Fan heard the name of this pill, his heart moved.

The God-Understanding Pill is a wonderful spiritual pill that cultivates soul power. To a certain extent, this pill can also increase the probability that cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage will impact the Concentration Stage.

If it is a low-grade magic pill, that's fine. But if it is a medium-grade magic pill, its value will be increased by more than ten times.

A medium-grade magic pill can at least increase the clerks who impact the Concentration Stage by 30% of their confidence!

"Hmph, old man, you have entered the early stage of concentrating your mind and want to give the "Shen Shen Pill" in your hand to your unsatisfactory son. Don't you know that this pill can help me, who have been stagnant and refining for many years, to be promoted to the Concentration Period?"

The young man sneered: "It is because of your favoritism that I killed your son and plotted against you. Now, you are at the end of your strength. First, I won the 'Maxian San' I bought for twenty spirit stones, and then suffered another heavy blow from me..."

Under the fierce attack of the old man in the early stage of concentration, the young man did not attack him head-on, and kept dodging and resisting, not seeking merit but seeking no mistakes.

Although the old man was very strong, he was severely injured and had to distribute more than half of his magic power to resist the numb power of "Maxian San".

Yang Fan hid not far away, seeing the battle between the two.

"A medium-grade magic pill has a great temptation... However, it is no wonder that this pill can't control the fate of the young man in his life and did such a traitor."

The young man was stagnant in the Great Perfection of Qi Refining for many years and could not break through. The middle-grade magic pill was just an opportunity to change his destiny.

Yang Fan did not intend to intervene in the battle between the two. This matter had nothing to do with him, so why bother causing trouble?

"Since this is the case, even if I die, I will not let you succeed."

A blood hole was broken on the old man's forehead, and his spiritual light suddenly burst into pieces, breaking through the shackles of "Maxiansan" in a short time.

Yang Fan keenly realized that the vitality and vitality in the old man's body were rapidly losing.

The young man's face changed, his body was like a kite with broken strings, and the old man slapped far away from the air with a palm.

Immediately, the old man used all his magic power to operate the black iron sword in his hand.

This black iron sword is actually a top-grade magic weapon. The old man merged all his magic power and blood into it. The sword emitted a whimpering sound, flashing with a heart-wrenching breath.

puff!

The young man spit out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly a blue brick appeared in his hand.

He vomited blood onto the "green brick", and several inspiration and magic tricks were drawn through his hands, and spells were heard in his mouth.

Buzz!

Suddenly, a powerful spiritual pressure burst out from the blue square brick, and suddenly turned into a blue brick about a meter long.

"Sir, you actually stole one of the mountain-storming spiritual weapons of the 'Jinhongmen'."

Seeing this, the old man had anger and determination on his face.

call out!

The old man devoted all his magic power and blood, and the black iron sword in his hand turned into a blurry phantom and stabbed the young man.

The blue bricks about twelve feet in front of the young man doubled again, emitting a heavy and depressing momentum.

Dingbang—

The black iron sword collided with the huge blue brick, making a dull metal collision sound.

Click!

The old man's black iron sword was overwhelmed and burst out, sweeping all over the world.

"ah!"

The young man could not withstand such a powerful aftermath, his body was exploded, and his hand was even broken, and he was immediately injured and covered in bruises.

After all this, the old man fell to the ground and was dying. His vitality was already in a desperate situation and was not far from death.

"Hahaha... Old man, even if you fight to the death, you won't kill me. If I didn't have the parts of the Mountain Treasure in my hand, how dare I fight you?"

The young man was covered in blood, laughed to the sky, got up from the ground, and walked towards the old man step by step.

The old man was on the verge of death, but his eyes were still filled with divine light. He glanced at Yang Fan's hidden place and said, "The hidden fellow Taoist... I... I just ask you..."

Before he could finish this sentence, he died of anger!

"Who? Come out!"

The young man's face changed, and the light of his eyes bloomed. He looked at the direction the old man had just stared at and faintly noticed the flaws in that area.

Yang Fan sighed lightly, and a wave of spiritual energy rippled, showing his body and cultivation, and said intimately: "The old man is worthy of being a cultivator in the Concentration Stage... He will also pull me down before he dies."

At this moment, he is facing a serious injury to a great perfectionist in Qi Refining.

When the young man saw Yang Fan appear, the nervous look on his face disappeared, but his face was ferocious and his eyes were fierce: "A small early-stage Qi Refining Cultivation Cultivation, since you have seen it, let's bury it with this old man."

A strong murderous intent came without any concealment.
Chapter completed!