When Yang Fan slowly injected the true qi into the Demon Slaying Sword, the Demon Slaying Sword suddenly buzzed and vibrate, the Demon Slaying Sword had also vibrated like this before, but both the frequency of the vibration and the intensity of the vibration were far from the current situation, if the previous Demon Slaying Sword was compared to the engine of a motorcycle, the current Demon Slaying Sword was the engine of a helicopter.

Resisting the urge to immediately test the power of the Demon Slaying Sword, Yang Fan put it away again, this house is his own, in case the sword is cut to pieces, then there is no place for him to cry.

After putting away the demon slaying sword, Yang Fan took out a yellowed book from the drawer, which was something found on a middle-aged man in the Xiangxi faction, called Alchemy, which was a cheats book about how to make zombies and how to manipulate zombies.

According to alchemy, zombies are divided into the lowest level of walking corpses, followed by iron corpses, bronze corpses, silver corpses, and gold corpses.

On top of the golden corpse, there are also corpse generals, corpse kings, and legendary flying zombies, but this book only describes in detail the lowest-level walking corpses, as well as the production methods of iron corpses and copper corpses, as for the silver and gold corpses on top of the bronze corpses, and the corpse king and even the legendary flying zombies are just a passing mention, and there is no record of production at all.

Yang Fan naturally wouldn't refine any zombies, but after all, alchemy is also a secret art of cultivation, and it shouldn't hurt to know some, the so-called art is not pressing, anyway, Yang Fan's memory is very strong now, and if he learns more things, he may be able to use it in the future.

What's more, Yang Fan also has an intuition, he is likely to meet people from the Xiangxi faction in the future, he killed the fourth junior brother of the head of the Xiangxi faction, presumably the other party will not give up easily, in case the other party manipulates zombies to deal with him when they meet next time, he is now learning some alchemy, maybe he can know himself and the other, so as not to be blinded and caught off guard.

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Sometimes, gold will shine when buried in the sand, Yang Fan has always wanted to keep a low profile, but one trouble after another keeps finding his head, so that his strength is revealed again and again in front of people, although ordinary people may not find out what is special about him, but there are many people in the world who have a heart, Yang Fan's amazing performance during this time cannot be completely hidden from the eyes of the world.

Two days later, when Yang Fan was practicing Fu Demon Boxing by the Jade Lake in the mangrove forest of Jiangbei University, two young men, a man and a woman, found him.

The man is about thirty years old, tall and handsome, very manly, and has a strong aura, he is not an ordinary person at first glance, especially his pair of shining eyes, which look extraordinarily spirited, and ordinary people dare not look at him at all.

The woman is a little younger, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, delicate and beautiful, with picturesque eyebrows, like a fairy who came out of the painting, but her temperament is as cold as ice, as if she does not know the fireworks of the world, especially her eyes that seem to look down on all beings, it seems that everyone is no different from ants in her eyes.

"You are Yang Fan?" The man stopped five or six meters away from Yang Fan, and his tone was as if he was interrogating a prisoner.

"Who are you? How do I know my name? Yang Fan looked at the outstanding man and woman not far away suspiciously, his brows furrowed inadvertently, and he felt that there should be trouble coming to the door.

"You are not qualified to know who we are now, let me ask you, did you kill a Yellow Order Killer of the Night Ghost some time ago?" The man didn't bother to answer Yang Fan's question at all, and interrupted him.

"Since you are not sincere, then please go back, I am not in the habit of talking to strangers, especially strangers who seem to be stupid." Yang Fan is not a good-tempered master, since others make him unhappy, why should he save face for others.

"Bastard, what did you say? Kind of you say it again? The man took a few steps forward angrily, standing less than three meters away from Yang Fan, a pair of shining eyes seemed to be about to erupt flames, and his two fists were also clenched with a rattling sound, as if he would pounce on Yang Fan at any time.

Yang Fan didn't even look at the man in front of him who wanted to choose someone and was fond of it, but looked at the woman standing behind the man: "What, do you still want a dog to take the lead for you, if there is anything to say directly, don't use some bad means." ”

"Bastard, I'll kill you!" The man heard Yang Fan say that he was a dog, where could he endure it, and suddenly took a step forward and punched Yang Fan's face.

Yang Fan flashed lightly, let go of the man's frontal attack, and took a belt on the man's wrist, and at the same time stretched out his foot and stumbled, the man pounced five or six meters at once, and fell a dog gnawing mud with a plop, lying on the ground for a long time and unable to get up.

Yang Fan's move seems to be easy, but in fact, he has added three points of true qi, and the man's internal organs seem to be displaced, if he hadn't received the most rigorous training since he was a child, and his physical fitness far exceeded that of ordinary people, this fall would have cost him half his life.

Yang Fan's current delusional demon pupil is far from being comparable to before, as long as it is not too much stronger than him, he only needs to see the general depth of the other party at a glance, this man seems to have a strong aura, but in fact he is just an ordinary person with a good physical fitness, at most it may be a small role such as a retired soldier king, barely a second-rate master, and even a first-class master is far inferior, and he is not Yang Fan's opponent at all, which is equivalent to a yellow-rank martial artist.

The reason why Yang Fan wanted to look at the woman not far away and talk was because he saw that this woman was much stronger than her companion, roughly equivalent to the level of a first-class master, and it was about the same as when he had cultivated to the second level of the Nameless Exercises.

"Humph!" The woman snorted coldly, didn't speak, stomped on the ground with her little feet in small leather boots, and jumped forward lightly, a pair of small hands as white as jade seemed to caress the closest lover, fluttering towards Yang Fan's head and chest.

"Huh?" Yang Fan was taken aback, this woman doesn't seem to have deep skills, but her fighting skills are very powerful, her shot seems to be very slow, but in fact it is very fast, and it doesn't seem to have the slightest fireworks, but once she hits her, it is estimated that she will not die or be half disabled.

"What a ruthless chick, today my brother has to let you fight hard!" Yang Fan was enraged by the woman's ruthless shot, and in the face of the woman's heavy palms, not only did he not dodge, but also met him head-on.

Yang Fan pushed forward with both hands, snapped twice and the woman's palms together, and suddenly felt a dark force pouring into his body from the woman's palms, and quickly went up along the meridians of his arms, as if they were like two snakes drilling into his body, wanting to find Yang Fan's most important heart and give him a fatal blow!