Looking at the precious medicinal materials piled up into a hill in front of him, Yun Feifan once again refreshed his three views.

Thinking back to these days, with a huge amount of money, I ran all over Dongcheng, and even ran all over the Three Norths Realm, the holy land of medicinal herbs, and I only bought a ginseng plant that is said to be a hundred years old.

And those medicinal herbs that were at least three or five hundred years old, as if they had been agreed, all dived, and no matter how many golden eggs he sowed, they didn't even stir up the slightest splash.

If it weren't for Sun Bubai easily taking out 300-year-old ginseng and 500 snow lotus, he would have doubted whether these medicinal materials existed.

Seeing that Su Lao's January period was less than half, he was helpless, so he threw the ball to Su Qi.

Anyway, Dad is his, who will work hard if he doesn't work hard.

As a result, a miracle happened.

The precious medicinal herbs in the diving, as if receiving the call of the mysterious power, surfaced one after another.

Three days, just three days, the medicinal materials he needed were complete, a lot, all of them were sent to his eyes, and by the way, he also sent a medicine tripod that was said to have been used by the ancient medicine saint.

Sure enough, money is not everything.

If you have money, you must also be powerful and have connections.

Power, connections, money, the three-in-one can take you to pretend to take you to fly.

After feeling the living, Yun Feifan began to work.

He divided the herbs into two parts according to the prescription, one part was used for his own medicinal supplements.

Su Lao's injuries were originally serious, and he was injured twice by quacks, saying that his life was hanging by a thread. If he cultivated on his own, he wouldn't be able to save enough red mangs for his treatment in a month.

The other part is for Su Lao. Hongmang can repair his injuries, and the Nine Turns Soul Restoration Needle can recover his soul, but he is already old and frail, and his vitality has been severely withered after being hit hard.

Yun Feifan's prescription is to nurture its vitality and rejuvenate it.

Alchemy, the secret that the foreign warlock does not pass on, as a layman, although Yun Feifan's initial movements are a little clumsy, the process is not so smooth. But with the powerful "Easy Heart Sutra", he still refined the first pill in his life.

——Linglong Aiqi Peiyuan Condensation Essence Pill.

The jet-black Dan body, the faint medicinal fragrance, seems to linger with a wisp of fairy energy.

Yun Feifan held the pill in his palm, and admired his masterpiece by the light, when suddenly a slight sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air suddenly came from outside the window.

He didn't hesitate, he tightened his palm, grasped the pill, and at the same time leaned back at the same time, a pitch-black sharp weapon flew past the tip of his nose, cutting off a few strands of hair that fluttered in the wind.

"Ding......

Nail into the wall behind him.

Yun Feifan didn't have time to get up, a black shadow jumped out of the window, and a long knife in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, braving the chill of the forest, cutting from top to bottom.

It was the same sword that Yun Feifan had ever seen.

Yun Feifan secretly cursed the lying grass, quickly rolled on his side, dodged the blade, and at the same time kicked his toes sideways, directly taking the attacker's wrist.

The assassin was horrified, he didn't expect Yun Feifan to be so brave that he could fight back in such a desperate situation.

But he's no slouch.

But seeing that he quickly withdrew his move, he flipped his wrist and changed it to a flirtation, and the tip of the knife rose from right to left, straight to Yun Feifan's throat.

The opponent changes his moves quickly, and Yun Feifan is not slow.

With a flick of his toes, a chair flew into the air and crashed into the sword.

The sword was blocked, and the strength suddenly stagnated. Yun Feifan took the opportunity to carp stiffened, jumped up, tore off the sweat towel hanging on his shoulder, and reached out, the sweat towel was as straight as a stick.

Yun Feifan's fighting spirit was great, and the short stick in his hand danced like the wind, and he swooped down on the assassin.

The Assassin was dazzled for a moment, but when he saw the shadow of the short stick, he could not see its entity, but he felt that it was like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, and as long as he was not careful, he would give himself a fatal blow.

But the assassin was not afraid, and "brushed the ......" and pulled up countless swords.

The tip of the needle is on the wheat mang.

The sweat towel collided with the sword, and there was a sound of "Qiang Qiang".

And the assassin's mouth was faintly painful.

He was finally moved.

Didn't the intelligence say that the opponent was just the Great Perfection of the Yellow Realm? Although he has just broken through the Yellow Realm and stepped into the Xuan Realm, his foundation is not yet stable, and his strength is not strong.

However, in the face of the martial artists of the Great Perfection of the Yellow Realm, they still abused him like a dog.

And the other party is so fierce! Come, tell me, he is sure that it is the Great Perfection of the Yellow Realm.

See if I believe it or not?

Suddenly, he found himself being fooled by false information.

Fooled and lame.

Fear grew in his heart, and the fighting spirit receded like a tidal wave. But he is a veteran after all, although he did not give up easily in the face of danger, but gritted his teeth and persevered, fighting and retreating.

Yun Feifan was sitting at home, and the disaster came from the sky, and he was already holding back the fire.

The other party wanted to run away when he saw that he couldn't beat him, how could he let it go easily? He danced wildly with one hand, and the sweat towel "whirred" the wind, not only fighting hard with the sword, but also waiting for the opportunity to find the opponent's flaws and give him a hard blow.

Fighting, in addition to skill, is momentum.

The assassins are both lost, and the traces of defeat are all revealed. Yun Feifan was about to take him down with the last blow, when suddenly a pair of legs flew out of the window.

"Touching ......"

The foot sinks violently, heading straight for the back of the attacker's head. The attacker was caught off guard as if he had been hit by a car, his eyes were black, and he pounced forward.

“……”

Yun Feifan on the opposite side was startled.

The opponent's defeat has been revealed, but he has not retreated but advanced!

What kind of play is this? Will they all die together?

Your sister, Lao Tzu has a hatred with you for killing his father and taking his wife, is it worth your life in vain? However, it's too late to say anything, it's too late for me to attack, and it's too late to recruit or counterattack.

He could only grit his teeth and take the other party's impact.

"Hiss......"

Unexpectedly, instead of hearing the sound of two brute bulls colliding, he heard the sound of sharp blades cutting through the cloth.

A cool breeze under the armpits. Looking down, he instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

The pitch-black knife actually penetrated his armpits, and the tip of the knife was slightly raised by half a minute, or by three points, and dared to poke him into a hole.

And the assassin, like a dead pig, lay on his chest.

“………”

What kind of play is this?

In the midst of the shock, the feet sticking in from the window fell to the ground, and a familiar body fragrance came to the nose.

"It's ...... you"

He looked at the uninvited guest in surprise, dressed in the same way, with a black sweatshirt, a hat on his head, a hat cord tightened, covering half of his face, and his shoes were also black.

"You, know me?"

Shan Xiaozhi also looked at Yun Feifan, also déjà vu, but couldn't remember who he was.

"Of course I do."

Yun Feifan pushed the unconscious assassin away, and he was very angry.

"In other words, not only are we innocent, but I also saved you, if you are not grateful, how can you repay your kindness?"

Remembering that he saved someone's life at the beginning, he didn't catch the hair, and he was still unhappy.

"Ah, it's you, it's you."

Shan Xiaozhi half-covered his mouth in disbelief, and then circled around him like a child, his joy overflowing.

Then, she smiled and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, it's not that I don't know how to be grateful, it's because I was in a coma at the time and didn't know who you were." ”

"As for the revenge, what do you say?"