At dawn, a wisp of extremely pure demonic energy grew in the room where Yang Fan had a restricted restriction. A strange throbbing in the air made people tremble.

"Am I a rare demon-cultivation genius in the world of immortal cultivation?"

Yang Fan opened his eyes, and there was a strange look in his eyes.

He has explored the set of demon skills of the Nine Nether Demon Sutra twice. The profound and obscure aspects are more than ten times better than any skill he once practiced in Yangjiabao. Even if the so-called geniuses in the cultivation world are practicing, it will be very difficult.

According to the information in the book, if this skill is practiced to a certain level, it will almost be able to cross the world and no one can defeat it. Of course, this is just a one-man theory in the Nine Nether Demon Sutra. It is difficult to estimate whether it is exaggerated, but it is certain that this must be a set of magic skills that shocked the ancient and modern times on the Dongsheng Continent.

Yang Fan suppressed the excitement in his heart, stood up, walked to a corner of his room, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and suddenly a index finger stretched out and gently poked at the wall in front of him.

puff!

It was like poking tofu, Yang Fan's fingers sank into the wall. The overbearing power made Yang Fan's heart tremble.

This is power! The power of the devil!

Yang Fan took a deep breath and said intimately, no wonder since ancient times, thousands of cultivators have escaped into the devil's path and never returned.

It turns out that the magical martial arts actually contain such power!

Of course, this is also closely related to the level of magic skills. The advanced skills of the righteous path also have outstanding power.

After his mood was completely calmed down, Yang Fan began to use the dead wood technique again, condensing his breath to the extreme.

After a while, Yang Fan's body was empty again, and even the few wisps of demonic energy in his dantian seemed to be gone.

The hidden effect of the Xianhong Jue is indeed amazing!

Even if you meet a monk who is one level higher than you, it is difficult to see his reality.

However, Yang Fan was also a little surprised. Why did he suddenly cast the magic skill when he used the Dead Wood Technique to force his breath to restrain his energy last night?

When the sky was getting brighter, Yang Fan walked out of the room, his senses suddenly unfolded, and he noticed a trace of strangeness.

Yang Fan looked shocked and turned his eyes to his younger brother's room. There were naturally alarm restrictions in the room, but Yang Fan could still see his younger brother's situation silently.

At this moment, Yang Lei sat cross-legged, his face a little pale, using his energy to heal his wounds, and the medicinal power in his body was working.

My brother was actually injured?

Yang Fan showed a look of surprise on his face.

He walked to the door of the room, touched the ban, and said, "I'm in?"

When he walked into the room, Yang Lei opened his eyes and said lightly: "I didn't expect that Yang Guang and Fatty Li and the other two were still staying in 'wuliu Town'. They fought with these two last night and suffered some small losses, but the two of them did not take advantage."

"Do you want me to help you recover from your injuries?"

Yang Fan walked to his younger brother and said with a little concern.

"No need, I have taken a valuable healing pill. After adjusting my breath for half a day, I will be fine."

Yang Lei said very toughly, and he was invisibly a little stubborn and arrogant.

"Okay, I'll go see the clinic and implement my own plan by the way. You'd better all go back to Yangjiabao first, otherwise it will arouse the suspicion of the elders in the family..."

Yang Fan shrugged and walked out of Yang Lei's room. He could see that his brother's injury was not serious.

After saying hello to his sister Yang Huixin, Yang Fan came to Puai Medical Center.

It was early in the morning that an injured person in Puai Medical Center came to see the doctor. Yang Fan was very satisfied, so he nodded.

But immediately, he felt that the clinic was missing something.

So he came to the door of Puai Medical Center and looked at the plaque above his head.

"By the way, there is no sign that the clinic in the Cultivation World should have on the plaque of this clinic."

Yang Fan suddenly realized.

It turns out that there are still some differences between the clinics in the world of immortal cultivation and the clinics in the world of secular cultivation.

The reason why Yang Fan ignored this is because, within a thousand miles of this radius, although there are many low-level pharmacists, there are very few who can open a clinic for the cultivation world of immortals.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan managed to find a large brush, dipped it in the special ink and wash in the world of cultivation, and then concentrated and breathed, gathering energy and spirit into one.

In this way, standing there for a moment, Yang Fan's life was as thin as he merged into the surrounding environment, controlling any movement in this area, and understanding everything in the world, like a god.

At some point, Yang Fan's robe was free from wind, and he shouted lightly, and then his figure floated up, like a fairy who turned into a feather, extraordinary and extraordinary.

At this moment, the flow of time seemed to slow down. Yang Fan rose into the air. When his figure was comparable to the plaque, he suddenly waved the large brush in his hand, naturally waving it with a chic waving, and the ink flew, faintly containing a bit of fairy dust.

Suddenly, an elegant ancient seal script that gave infinite immortality appeared on the foot of the plaque.

That word is as floating as an immortal, as if it does not belong to the world.

It is exactly the word "媚".

However, the writing of this character is made of ancient seal characters, which are mostly unknown in the secular world, and can be found in ancient books on cultivating immortals.

On the plaque, there was an "Immortal" with ancient seal characters, which immediately changed the style of the entire clinic.

This is no longer an ordinary clinic, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a fairy world clinic.

When Yang Fan landed on the ground and stared at the word "Xian" on the plaque, his mind was shocked and he couldn't help but fall into it deeply.

"I actually wrote this word?"

He was a little unbelievable.

It turned out that when he was writing this word, he accidentally integrated the infinite mysteries of "Xianhong Jue" he realized.

Just a difference in one word has caused the layout of the clinic to undergo earth-shaking changes.

Yang Fan's heart was shocked, and he quickly put away his brush and watched around. At this moment, the genius was lit up and no one noticed his abnormal movements.

He let out a sigh of relief and stared at the plaque. Even if he asked him to start writing, he would probably not be able to write the natural immortal font.

To a certain extent, the word written was not dominated by his own will. What really gave this word spirituality was the immortal Hong Jue in his body and the realization in his darkness.

After a while, Lin Zhong came to the clinic. When he saw the plaque, he was stunned and his mind was instantly attracted. He was stunned for a long time before he came over.

Immediately, there was a little more experience in his eyes, and his eyes became more and more clear.

When Yang Fan saw this scene, his face changed. The plaque of the clinic seemed to trigger Lin Zhong's similar state of enlightenment, which deepened his understanding of the Dao a little.

"Young Master, who wrote the word "Xian" on this plaque?"

Lin Zhong asked curiously.

"Haha, the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed."

Yang Fan said mysteriously, of course he would not admit that this word was written by himself.

Lin Zhong's eyes showed his thoughtful look and said, "Could it be... this word was written by an hidden master who taught the supreme medical skills of the young master."

"Yes, you guessed it."

Yang Fan smiled slightly, and simply followed the situation and pushed the matter to the false hermit.

However, even though Yang Fan said that this word was written by himself, others might not believe it. Moreover, it would be difficult for him to write a word like this that gives infinite immortal spirituality.

“Can the matter last night be resolved?”

Yang Fan changed his tone and his smile stopped.

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