Now that I have figured out the reason, I am naturally worrying about it in my heart, and I am practicing frantically.

Just kept trying, every time he failed, Zhang Fan would calmly think about what was wrong, was it the wrong way the magic was working, or was there something wrong with his body movements? In this way, he endured the pain of the aura in his body, and after the precipitation of each failure, he felt that he had gradually figured out the trick.

He was completely lost, forgetting the time, forgetting everything, and even when a seriously injured patient came to treat the disease, he was also thinking about the method in his mind, kept thinking, kept trying, and finally, after not knowing how many failures, the spiritual power of his body condensed into a force, and a transparent blade appeared out of thin air on his hand, this blade was not large, but Zhang Fan could clearly feel the power of its internal cutting.

"That's how it feels!" Zhang Fan's heart was excited, but due to the excitement, the wind blade in his hand immediately disappeared out of thin air, and finally succeeded once, but failed because of the change in mood, but Zhang Fan did not have the slightest discouragement, because once successful, there can be two, the short-term success just now made his body very clearly note the route of success, sure enough, after the next few attempts, the wind blade appeared again, this time he was not emotionally excited, the wind blade was floating in his hand.

"Go!" Zhang Fan whispered at a granite stone in the courtyard, and the wind blade slashed across the boulder, but there was no change in appearance at all.

But when Zhang Fan saw this, there was a hint of ecstasy in his eyes, because with his current keen perception, he clearly felt how much damage the wind blade had caused to this piece of granite just now.

Walking up and touching it lightly with his hand, the whole granite suddenly cracked into many pieces, and with a "bang" sound, it spread out, and one by one was very neat, as simple and easy as cutting tofu.

Zhang Fan looked at the masterpiece he had created, and sighed secretly in his heart. The gap between spiritual power and internal force is really not an ordinary distance, although the same thing can be done with internal force, but it can't be so understated, a wind blade technique, with the current power, can sweep the entire rivers and lakes below the congenital stage.

After checking the aura in his body, he found that it was still slow, and it seemed that the wind blade technique just now did not cause much consumption to him.

Zhang Fan sighed inexplicably in the air, immortal cultivators, are they all so powerful?

Just a low-level spell can kill all mortals in an instant, so aren't people ants in the eyes of immortal cultivators?

After sighing a few words, Zhang Fan had a strong desire in his heart, that is, he kept getting stronger, and only when he was strong at the peak did he get out of the level of ants.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Fan continued to study spells.

As for the other technique, the "Fireball Technique", Zhang Fan also had high expectations for it after seeing the extraordinary "Wind Blade Technique".

After the success of the Wind Blade Technique, the practice of the Fire Bullet Technique became relatively easier, that is, after dozens of exercises, the Fire Bomb Technique was easily mastered by him, and then he turned his attention to several other offensive spells.

As for the auxiliary things such as agility, wood spirit technique, and perception technique, he had already mastered them, and these auxiliary spells nominally accounted for a spell, but in fact they were just a use of spiritual power.

Zhang Fan was very interested in these auxiliary spells from the beginning, and kept casting different spells all over his body, observing the operation of the spiritual power in his body, and the result was really a few grades higher than the rough use before, just with the application of these auxiliary spells and his martial arts cooperation, he didn't dare to say that he swept the rivers and lakes, but at least it was no problem to sweep the same level.

However, after using them several times in a row, Zhang Fan didn't care much about these auxiliary spells.

First, he never showed his true force.

Second, in the entire True Martial Sect, he is the only one who knows the existence of a true cultivator, and his own strength is very strong, coupled with the cooperation of several auxiliary techniques, there are few opponents in the entire rivers and lakes, not to mention such a sect as the True Martial Sect?

So, in addition to continuing to intensify the practice of attack spells, hoping to be able to skillfully use them in actual combat and cooperate with his own martial arts, he also shifted his interest to several other techniques that have not yet been learned, but after mastering the two attack spells, Zhang Fan's mentality has almost become extremely peaceful, and the success of each spell will make him closer to the success of the next spell.

"Knock knock, knock knock. ”

There was a knock on the door of his courtyard.

Zhang Fan frowned, I don't know why recently, the number of people seeking medical treatment in the door seems to have suddenly increased, and most of them are sword wounds, and some have even lost some blood.

This made Zhang Fan can't help but recall the vicious battle with Zhang Heng five years ago, according to Zhang Heng, he is the secret spy of the Bloody Demon Gate, and through all kinds of words, Zhang Fan deduced that the Blood Demon Gate is going to war with the True Martial Sect, at that time Zhang Fan was still nervous for a while, and even pretended to be dead, escaped, and then went home The strategy has been thought of, but after five years, there has been no big movement, and gradually Zhang Fan does not take it to heart, but since the first few times there were a few disciples who lost blood, Zhang Fan was shocked, recalling the scene at that time。

Thinking of this, he didn't dare to slack off, the first was to see how the injury was, whether he had lost some of the blood, and the second was the heart of the doctor's parents, saving people was like fighting a fire, and he opened the hospital door with one hand.

As soon as he opened the courtyard gate, Zhang Fan saw a senior disciple of Xing Gu wearing a black power suit, who was anxiously walking back and forth in front of the courtyard gate, looking at his performance, he knew that he was very anxious.

As soon as he saw Zhang Fan, this senior disciple of Xing Gu immediately rushed up with great joy.

"Mr. Zhang, Doctor Zhang, you finally opened the door, my father was seriously injured, and most of the essence and blood on his body were sucked away, and he was about to die, Mr. Trouble hurry up and see if he can save my master's life, the disciple is grateful, grateful. ”

As soon as this person approached, Zhang Fan found that this person was quite familiar, and he had seen it a few times, and then remembered that when the outer disciple Hong Shan challenged Chen Qun, this guy was on Chen Qun's side, Zhang Fan was very impressed by him, because his face of absolute support for Chen Qun made Zhang Fan very annoying, but he would not decide whether to save people because of his likes and dislikes, although he hated his attitude of looking down on people, but this guy has always been very respectful when he saw Zhang Fan, so Zhang Fan didn't care too much.

"Blood loss?" Zhang Fan hurriedly followed the other party, and asked the details secretly vigilantly in his heart, knowing that the kung fu of the Blood Demon Gate has the characteristics of sucking people's blood.

"Yes, when my father went down the mountain to inspect, he was besieged by a group of masked people, this group of people shot evil, specifically sucking people's blood, my father didn't notice for a while, and accidentally hit the other party's palm, at first I didn't feel anything, a group of masked people were killed by him, but who knew that as soon as he arrived at the lake at the mountain gate, his skin immediately became shriveled, and then he fell to the ground unconscious. ”

"Have you been diagnosed by anyone else in Medicine Valley?"

"Of course I have looked for it, and even the left protector Yang Tian in the faction came to observe, but Yang Protector is helpless, if others can save it, I will definitely not come to trouble Mr. Zhang. Yang Protector didn't know what to do with it except for concluding that there was something in my father's body that was constantly sucking his blood. When he said this, he looked anxious, and the panic was evident on his face.

After Zhang Fan listened to his narration, his face was expressionless, he just responded casually, and hurried with the other party, but his heart began to think.

To be honest, he didn't understand what this disease was at all, and when it came to detoxifying and healing injuries, he relied on the aura in his body and the medicine he refined, and there was basically no problem. If he was to take over some strange illnesses, he would have a slight drum in his heart.

You must know that although he also has a kind of "aura" that can cure all diseases!", but there are countless strange things in the world, who knows if his aura is useful? And the other disciples of the Medicine Valley are not useless people who mess around all day long, there is no problem with solving some strange poisons, internal and external injuries, otherwise they would have been brushed down by the assessment in the door a long time ago, and the door can cherish its limited resources very much, and there is no useless person in the Medicine Valley, not to mention that Yang Tian, the protector of the door, has arrived.

But the current situation is that they don't even dare to move, and they have to call him, which shows that this injury is definitely not a simple injury.

And he himself can only do his best.

At the same time, he thought of Zhang Heng, the secret spy of the bloody sect, and kept thinking about the connection between these things in his heart.

Just as Zhang Fan was pondering the bloody gate, the disciple almost picked up Zhang Fan and rushed all the way to Elder Chen's residence.

Looking at his anxious face, Zhang Fan knew that he had a deep relationship with his father.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but miss his relatives at home.

In the depths of his heart, relatives are the only bottom line he can't touch, if someone crosses the bottom line, then Zhang Fan will try his best to kill him no matter who the other party is, Zhang Heng is a good example.

When Zhang Fan sighed at the touching scene, that disciple had already led him to Elder Chen's residence.

Elder Chen's residence is very quiet, from the appearance, it is just an ordinary house, but when you enter it, you find that it is different, quiet, and the plain smell exudes, which is quite similar to the taste of Zhang Fan's yard, but a burst of whispering conversations came out, destroying the artistic conception that this courtyard should have.

After entering the house, Zhang Fan found that the number of people here was much larger than he had estimated, and they gathered together in twos and threes, forming their own small circles, whispering about Elder Chen's injuries.

Zhang Fan had long heard that Elder Chen was the most popular of the eight elders of the entire True Martial Sect, because he had always cared for the disciples in the sect, not so much as an elder, but rather a kind and gentle old man, some disciples would raise their hands to help when they encountered any difficulties, but he was too proud to give birth to a son and looked down on any outer disciples, so he was reprimanded by him a lot.

An elder who had a lot of praise inside the gate was attacked by a group of people when he was patrolling outside the mountain, and when something like this happened, it would naturally attract a large number of people to come and watch.

These people were concerned one by one, but some sincerely hoped that Elder Chen could recover, while others wished that he would die immediately so that the position of an elder could be vacated.

As soon as Zhang Fan entered the door, he was discovered by everyone in the house, and suddenly a large number of disciples with lower status surrounded him, and they all began to greet each other.

"Mr. Zhang is here!"

"Elder Chen is saved!"

Bursts of overtures and sycophants came up one after another, even if he didn't want to listen.

Looking at these people with kind faces and respectful tones, the originally plain expression on Zhang Fan's face began to be filled with a warm smile, and he kept responding to everyone who showed favor to him, and at the same time, there was a casual secret guess, how many of these superficially respectful people were sincere?

Some people like it, some people hate it, it's not terrible to hate, the most terrible thing is that they are obviously very annoying, but they can pretend to like it very much, this kind of person is the most insidious, and Zhang Fan doesn't know what these people think in their hearts, just hold the principle of hello, I am good, everyone is good to deal with it.

After dealing with it for a while, Elder Chen's son was about to go crazy watching from the sidelines, but he could barely restrain his emotions, but the anxiety in his eyes had already betrayed his true thoughts.

Zhang Fan was slightly surprised in his heart, although this kid was a bit bullying, but his concentration was okay, but he was almost at the limit now, if he delayed for a while, this kid would probably kill someone.

Smile slightly, for the sake of this kid's filial piety, I'll help him myself.

Zhang Fan cleared his throat, "Fellow disciples, can you let me take a look at the patient first?"

"Yes, yes, this is the right thing, and it is important to save people. ”

"It's up to Mr. Zhang. ”

Another burst of compliments sounded, Zhang Fan clenched his fists with both hands, and wanted to say a few more kind words, but suddenly a change occurred, Elder Chen's son seemed to be unable to help it, grabbed Zhang Fan and walked in, this kind of behavior, Zhang Fan was very appreciative in his heart, but one yard to one yard, Zhang Fan was pulled away, his face happened to show a trace of astonishment, he didn't want to leave a bad impression on everyone, and this son of Elder Chen had already aroused some dissatisfaction from everyone present.

In this way, Zhang Fan was pulled all the way by this kid and pulled into the back room.

There weren't many people in the back room, and in addition to Elder Chen's family, there were almost ten people standing there.

Looking at the people in the room, Zhang Fan was slightly shocked in his heart, he recognized Yang Tian, the left protector, and he didn't know any of the others, but seeing that they were full of momentum, they could stand in a row with Yang Tian, and it was estimated that they were also high-level figures with similar identities, either elders or protectors.

If you deduce in turn, then the entire True Martial Sect, except for the sect master Yan Ming, all the high-level leaders have arrived.