After Jiang Fan left Qingxin Garden, he went straight back to his residence.

This is a small two-storey wooden building, which looks much more luxurious than the bamboo building where Sikong Yueling, the owner of the hanging island, lives.

The first floor is the style of a medical hall, and Jiang Fan's identity on Yueling Island is a doctor.

Don't look at minor diseases, only look at incurable diseases.

He is not actually proficient in medical skills, and he has only learned half-baked.

The treatment of diseases depends on the system, and the vast majority of patients with incurable diseases will have corresponding luck marks on their bodies, and they only need to erase them, and the disease will be cured naturally.

The first floor is the medical hall, and the second floor is the living area.

Now he is holding a bowl of steaming ginger soup, squatting at the entrance of the first floor of the wooden building, enjoying the sunrise and sipping it in small sips.

The ingredients used in the ginger soup were special varieties containing aura, and after a while, he felt that his forehead began to sweat.

"Eh, this little day is not a fairy, it is better than a fairy......"

Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes, shook his head, and hummed a messy tune in his mouth.

Just when he was sighing about the beauty of life, suddenly the sound of wind and thunder came from overhead.

He subconsciously looked up, and saw a dazzling blood light falling from the sky, cutting through the clouds at an extremely fast speed, heading straight for him.

"What's that?" He opened his mouth, but before he could see what it was, the blood was already shining in an instant, and it was about to be inserted above his head.

Between the lightning and flint, Jiang Fan felt that the drop-shaped pendant on his chest suddenly vibrated violently, making a buzzing sound, and in an instant, a light blue transparent water curtain enveloped him.

The blood-red light did not pause, and slammed into the water curtain.

Bang!

A violent explosion sounded, the bowl in Jiang Fan's hand was shattered, and the hot ginger soup was all poured on his wrist, and before he could let out a cry of pain, the whole person was smashed out by a huge shock wave.

His body was wrapped in a curtain of water, and he spun and crashed into the first floor of the wooden building, smashed through several bamboo chairs and medicine cabinets, and then slammed into the wall, and the broken wood and gravel rolled down, filling the flat ground with smoke and dust.

When the dust cleared, he saw Jiang Fan showing a large character, which was embedded in the wall.

After the water curtain resisted a crisis, he couldn't sense the follow-up attack, so he automatically retracted, and when Jiang Fan sensed that the jade pendant given by his senior sister in his chest stopped buzzing, his pale face like a dead man had a little anger.

At this time, Jiang Fan's heart swelled with fear.

What the hell was that just now, if it weren't for the defensive magic weapon sent by my senior sister, my life would have been confessed here.

After the fear, Jiang Fan's heart swelled with anger.

Who doesn't talk about martial arts! Actually engaged in a sneak attack! Today's master, I'm not ...... today. I can't let my sister come and kill you.

Thinking of this, he put his left hand into his arms and crushed a sound transmission jade slip that Sikong Yueling had specially made for him and could use without spiritual power.

"Senior sister, save me!"

Seeing that the signal had been transmitted, Jiang Fan picked up the debris covering his body and walked out of the bamboo building angrily.

As soon as he stepped out of the wooden house, he saw a straight wooden stick nailed into the dirt of the doorway, revealing only the back half of the crimson body.

And the location is exactly where I squatted and drank ginger soup before.

Jiang Fan only felt a chill from the Tianling Gai, and his legs began to weaken unconsciously.

He swallowed, his gaze rounded the half-length stick to the red-shirted man standing behind him.

The man's eyebrows were slanted with a slanted scar that caught the eye, and his clothes seemed to be soaked in blood, and he stood there like a spear about to pierce the sky.

Jiang Fan gasped when he saw this person's face.

This momentum, this outfit. Could it be ......

Thinking of that name, Jiang Fan's pupils shrank sharply, and his steps subconsciously moved back a few steps, and the anger that was full of anger just now was extinguished at once.

"Leaf ...... Senior Brother Ye Song? ”

The man stood indifferently and did not speak.

His eyes swept over Jiang Fan, and when he saw that the other party had been shot by himself, he was unharmed, but his clothes were a little messy, and his expression was a little surprised.

Thinking of the water curtain that suddenly appeared on Jiang Fan's body before, a hint of realization flashed in Ye Song's eyes: "Interesting...... A mortal actually carried a magic weapon that could resist the attack of the monks in the late stage of the foundation building realm. ”

Jiang Fan asked weakly, "Senior Brother Ye Song, why did you want to attack me, I should have never offended you." ”

Ye Song's expression was indifferent: "Dead people don't need to know so much. ”

After saying this, he looked at the crimson wooden stick nailed into the ground, stretched out his hand to hold it in front of him, and snorted coldly: "The gun is coming!" ”

The stick vibrated and instantly broke free from the earth's restraints and flew into his hand.

Only then did Jiang Fan see clearly that this was not actually a wooden stick, but a crimson spear that exuded heavy killing intent.

Swish!

Ye let go of his hand, the tip of the gun pointed at Jiang Fan, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was cruel and dangerous.

"I want to see how long your magic weapon can resist!"

Seeing that this Ye Song had no desire to communicate at all, Jiang Fan's eyes rolled, and after a dry cough, he suddenly pulled his legs and ran.

Ye Song saw this action in his eyes, and he didn't stop it, and sneered: "Are you trying to delay time and wait for someone else to save you?" On this Moon Spirit Island, the strongest person is only the little junior sister, but with her cultivation in the middle of the construction realm, even if she comes in person, it is impossible to protect you. ”

After saying this, he raised his spear and swung it at Jiang Fan's head like smashing an ant.

And on Jiang Fan's body, the water curtain also opened at the same time.

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As a cultivation sect named after the valley, Lingxin Valley, as the name suggests, is located in a huge irregular valley as a whole.

The valley is surrounded by mountains that cannot be seen at a glance, and the sky in the valley is covered with a thin layer of white clouds all year round, only the hundreds of large and small peaks in the center of the valley, the peaks break through the clouds and mist, and reach into the sky.

On these peaks, there are various pavilions, ponds, pavilions, and water pavilions, hidden among lush flowers and trees.

And on the top of one of the peaks, the flattened peak, was densely packed, and hundreds of monks sat in a staggered circle.

These monks are both men, women, and children, and their bodies have different degrees of aura, the strongest has the peak of the Nine Heavens in the Qi Refining Period, and the weakest is worthy of stepping into the threshold of cultivation.

They have a common identity, that is, the outer disciples of the Spirit Heart Valley.

At this time, the eyes of these people were all focused on the high platform in the center of the peak platform.

Above, there was a young girl in Tsing Yi with a joyless expression and a cold and arrogant temperament.

The girl was Sikong Yueling, with a thin layer of white silk on the futon under her, holding a scroll of scriptures in her hand, and carefully explaining the words on it.

Her tone was not hurried, and she narrated the content of the scriptures with her own understanding.

Everyone in the audience closed their eyes and listened in fascination.

Suddenly, the girl's voice came to an abrupt end.

She stood up and looked in the direction of Yueling Island, a rare anger appeared between her eyebrows, and her onion-like jade fingers were quietly pinched.

Just now, she received a distress message from Jiang Fan.

Without the slightest hesitation, the girl directly cast her trick, summoned a cloud-piercing shuttle from the storage jade bracelet, rode on it, and disappeared in an instant.

There are two standard flying magic weapons for sequence disciples, one is this kind of cloud-piercing shuttle that is extremely fast and dexterous, which is suitable for use in battles and pursuits, and the other is the flying boat used in ordinary hurrying.

Compared to the flying boat, although the spiritual power consumption of the Cloud Piercing Shuttle is greater, the speed is at least twice as fast.

It had been half an hour since the girl had left, and some of the monks sitting cross-legged on the round platform woke up one after another.

They all looked at the empty platform, and then looked at each other, all bewildered.

You must know that if you leave the table without permission in the middle of the lecture, you will be fined and deducted half a month's salary.