The cold wind of the dark night blew through Chang'an, setting off a little bit of loneliness in this ancient city.

At this moment, in that nightsheng small building, Jiang Fan, who had endured the burning pain in his body, had already returned to his room.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jiang Fan's eyes were closed, sweating all over, I saw his hands condensed, his brows furrowed deeply, and it was not difficult to find that a little bit of hot air was slowly emerging from his body.

If he can't completely expel it from the surface of his body, the fire can attack the internal organs, causing his Zhou Tian's breath to become more and more messy, and finally the poisonous fire will attack his heart, and the immortals will be unable to save him.

Thinking that the Dao method that the two of them have learned must be strange, otherwise, it will not be possible to make their Gang Qi reserve fire nature, and every time they fight with others, they can let that fire energy unconsciously burrow into the enemy's body and wreak havoc.

At this moment, Jiang Fan looked at every inch of his body's skin meridians, and used his own qi to frantically chase the fire qi hiding in the shadows, leaving no trouble, but in this way, those fire qi would be besieged by him everywhere, causing his body to be eroded by the fire qi again in the process, making him feel severe pain all over his body, not to mention that the temperature on the surface of his body was extremely hot.

At this time, if someone was around, they would be shocked to see that Jiang Fan's body was covered with red, and his green clothes had already been completely burned to ashes by the scorching temperature, making him look completely smooth now, without a trace of covering.

The strong body of the young man's body was exposed to the air, and there was a cyan air flow under his abdomen, constantly revolving around him.

It was a whirlpool formed by the outflow of his body's protective qi, and the purpose was to nourish his body, so as to reduce his suffering.

In the room, the expensive wooden bed under Jiang Fan's body had already been burned black due to the scorching heat of his body, and the bed of this kind of material was made by special techniques, and ordinary swords could not cut through it at all, but at this moment, it was completely destroyed by the fire qi dispersed by Jiang Fan.

Thick smoke, forced out of the young man's body, and then passed from the windowsill, if it wasn't for the late night rest, people saw this scene, and didn't think it was because of the fire and smoke here?

As Jiang Fan completely forced out those anger little by little, a long time had already passed, and in a blink of an eye, he had already seen that the light was dawning and the dawn was rising.

When the first rays of sunlight outside the window climbed up to the roof, Jiang Fan completely extinguished the fire, and then looked at him at this moment, naked, uncovered, but he didn't care at all.

The surface temperature of the body has already returned to normal, after a night of hard work, the qi in his inner heaven has also fully recovered, but looking at the room at this time, it is a mess, and many exquisite items around him have been burned by the highest temperature last night.

When he opened his eyes, a flash of crimson in Jiang Fan's eyes disappeared, and then he raised his hand to look at it, and found that a burnt muscle in his arm was still very black and painful.

This muscle is the place where he was caught off guard when he was fighting with the old man, and the muscles that came here have been necrotic, and if there is no elixir to nourish him in a short period of time, it will be difficult to heal if he only relies on his own qi.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fan frowned, and immediately had to get up and shout outside the house: "Xiao Er, bring me a new set of clothes!"

There was a response outside the house, and after a while, a little second brother from the Yesheng Xiaolou came to his house with a set of white brocade clothes.

"Guest officer, the clothes you asked for are here!"

"If you are tired, just put it in front of the door outside the house!"

When Jiang Fan heard the sound, he got up and walked towards the door, and after the man left, he quietly opened the door and took his clothes and put them on.

Famous inns such as Yesheng Xiaolou are always equipped with a variety of expensive clothes for guests to use and replace in their daily use, Jiang Fan has known this for a long time, after all, it is not the first time he has lived here.

Feeling the comfort of this new costume, Jiang Fan was quite satisfied, and the little second brother who wanted to come to the store to get the clothes remembered his figure before, so when he took the clothes, he had already deliberately taken the clothes that fit his figure.

The young man smiled, looked at the white brocade robe on his body, he reached out and touched the smooth white down satin around his waist, but his heart was stunned.

I'm afraid this dress is worth enough for him to stay here for a few nights!

This Yesheng Xiaolou is really worthy of being a place for nobles to come and go, and ordinary people can't afford it at all!

Jiang Fan touched the copper coins he had stored there at the head of the bed, and found that there were only more than seventy yuan in total, and when he had been practicing in a natural cave outside Chang'an City a few days ago, he didn't think that spending money would be so fast, but in just a few days, he had spent almost all the money!

That money was still obtained by him hunting a few years ago, if there were no copper coins, it would be difficult to move an inch in Chang'an City at that time!

Jiang Fan touched his nose and thought a little depressed.

In the mundane, such trivial matters are the most distressing, and those mortals are tired of running around all their lives, aren't they just for these things?

Thinking of this, Jiang Fan knew that he was going to make money again, as for how people like them should make money, of course, there was only one way, that is, either to go into the deep mountains to collect herbs in exchange for money, or to hunt those wild beasts, which could also be exchanged for money.

Of course, there are also many people who rely on their own strength, secretly blocking the road and robbing, and doing all kinds of evil, and such despicable means, Jiang Fan naturally can't do it, and he doesn't bother to do it.

Immediately, putting away the thoughts in his mind, Jiang Fan got up and walked out of the room, came to the counter downstairs, and immediately gave all the copper coins on his body to the shopkeeper.

"Just keep that room for me!"

The boy looked at the shopkeeper and said.

The shopkeeper of this Yesheng Xiaolou is a slightly shorter, but unusually bloated middle-aged man, this person is dressed in gold and silver, looking extremely gorgeous, extravagant At the same time, it has a special temperament. It's just that when he saw Jiang Fan at the moment, he seemed very cautious, and there was some fear in his eyes.

Obviously, it was Jiang Fan's violent methods last night that made him remember it vividly, in the face of such a character, where would these mortals dare to provoke?

"Gong ...... Don't worry, Childe, your small room will keep it for you!"

As he spoke, the shopkeeper forced a smile on his face, and wanted to return the copper coins to Jiang Fan: "You don't need this money, the son is an immortal who wanders in the world, how dare the villain accept your money?"

Hearing this, Jiang Fan also knew what he was thinking, so he couldn't help but smile gently, and said: "The shopkeeper opens a store and knows money, how can he do that loss-making business? Although I am not an ordinary person, I will not break the common sense rules, you can accept this money with confidence, and it is enough to buy your clothes, as well as the cost of last night's night!"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Fan turned around and walked towards the door, leaving only a few shopkeepers, looking at each other and silent, not knowing what else to think.