Needless to say, this weak young man is undoubtedly Yang Fan.

"Since Yang Yaoshi is so kind, let's treat Wu Mei."

Xing Lao Er held the injured Li Yueshuang and smiled at Yang Fan.

"this……"

Li Yueshuang was a little embarrassed, and looked at Yang Fan, with a rare hint of shyness on her face.

Her clothes were scratched many times, revealing several spring guangs.

"Boy, this girl doesn't want to do it. Come and treat my injuries first."

The lustful monk shouted.

"All right."

Yang Fan shrugged. There were two injured people here, so he naturally treated the injured first by actively cooperating.

Xing Lao Er's expression changed. He was about to speak, but was pulled by Li Yueshuang: "Let's see his skills."

"Yes." Xing Lao Er nodded.

In fact, Li Yueshuang was a little worried that the scars on her face would be left if they were not healed properly. This was intolerable for female cultivators who were naturally beautiful.

So, she planned to first examine Yang Fan's real talent and knowledge.
Chapter completed!