Although he had the care of the master of the Yang family, and in order to avoid the old man Liu Lin, Wang Fan only took the carriage once, and then chose to ride a horse.

The horse was naturally not the one arranged for Wang Fan before, and after Yang Lun got Wang Fan's request, he immediately shouted: "Yang Ding, give me your horse!"

A young man in his twenties beside the carriage, after hearing Yang Lun's words, looked bitter, turned over and dismounted, walked over with the reins of the horse, and handed it to Wang Fan with a reluctant face.

Wang Fan cured Yang Yuelian's matter, everyone already knew, knowing that Wang Fan would definitely be the guest of the Yang family next, he muttered a few words to himself and turned to leave.

Wang Fan doesn't care about this, otherwise it would be too much of a loss of identity.

His eyes were already on the horse in front of him, this horse was snow-white, extremely powerful, and his eyes were quite spiritual.

Especially under Wang Fan's hand, the horse's eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to enjoy it very much.

This scene was also seen by the departing Yang Ding, slightly stunned, this scene, he also saw it for the first time, the horse actually recognized people, and had this expression.

Wang Fan did not hesitate to turn over the horse, grab the reins of the horse, and gallop the horse.

Wang Fan rode a horse and looked in all directions, especially these mortals with martial arts, an unprecedented feeling was engraved in his heart.

At this moment, the spiritual power in his body actually operated on its own, and the aura of heaven and earth around him seemed to be attracted by it and surged rapidly.

I saw that around Wang Fan's body, there was an extremely thick blood-colored aura, as if it were wrapped around Wang Fan's body.

These blood-colored gases, not to mention mortals, even the vast majority of monks, will not be discovered.

This is the murderous aura generated by Wang Fan's continuous killing for hundreds of years, and as Wang Fan accumulates more and more, it finally evolves into a terrifying aura that makes every monk frightened!

Seeing this, Wang Fan's words came to his mind.

Evil spirits are an offensive thing for most monks, especially those who are righteous monks, and they hate it the most.

Because this not only hindered their comprehension of the Heavenly Dao, but also hindered their cultivation, those righteous path monks especially liked to expel the evil qi from their bodies through meditation and even looking for some genius low treasures.

However, in his opinion, there is another way of doing evil qi entirely, and of course, this is also what the vast majority of evil monks do, that is, condensation.

Once the evil energy can be used independently, it will have a miraculous effect, especially when you release your evil energy, and some low-level modifications simply can't stand it.

Even if you can refine the evil qi into your magic weapon, then the power of this magic weapon will definitely increase greatly.

In this regard, he thought about it for a while and made a decision.

He didn't have that much time to waste on expelling the evil qi from his body, and since he was a pragmatist himself, he naturally chose the second option.

At this time, the evil qi around Wang Fan's body, accompanied by Wang Fan's intentional guidance, a small part of it actually loosened, and along with the surrounding heaven and earth aura, it drilled into Wang Fan's body and merged with the spiritual power in his body.

Gradually, more and more spiritual power surged around, and the horses around were the first to rush to the abnormality of heaven and earth, especially the horse that Wang Fan sat on, looking up to the sky and neighing, and the other horses roared, causing everyone's doubts.

Even the mortals around them, bathed in such a rich aura of heaven and earth, also felt a trace of warmth, and these aura entered their bodies with the air they breathed, and a trace of warm breath rose in their bodies, which was extremely comfortable.

After a long time, as Wang Fan's part of the evil qi was completely integrated, the surrounding heaven and earth aura slowly dissipated.

One by one, the mortals came to their senses, their eyes showing strange aftertastes, and they whispered about the anomaly just now.

It didn't take long for night to fall, and a bright moon rose in the sky, emitting a cold light.

Of course, there are more stars in the sky, just because he knows that it is also a planet like Xuanniao Star, with life alive on it.

At this time, all the carriages formed a circle and camped on a flat ground next to the official road.

Some of the ladies and servants got out of the carriage and began to prepare everyone's dinner in private conversation, and some women looked at Wang Fan from time to time, not knowing what to say.

With his current hearing, Wang Fan naturally knew the content of their conversation, and he was a little speechless, but he could only pretend not to know, and his face remained unchanged.

Of course, this can't blame them, at this time in their eyes, I don't know why, Wang Fan has an indescribable temperament, or charm, the whole person looks ordinary, but there is a dusty atmosphere.

This is naturally cultivated by Wang Fan Xiuxian, and the people in the cultivation have experienced the washing of the aura of heaven and earth, and the whole person will naturally change his "appearance".

In other words, this is the aura that belongs only to those who are in the path.

Wang Fan was lying on the roof of a carriage at this time, looking at the endless starry sky, and his heart was peaceful.

The peace of mind made the spiritual power around Wang Fan's body involuntarily surging towards Wang Fan.

But at this time, he didn't pay attention to these, but the invisible blood-colored substance, that is, the evil qi.

These evil spirits are gradually decreasing and slowly dissipating.

Wang Fan thought about it for a while, and he knew that if his evil qi completely dissipated, his cultivation would definitely go further.

Of course, this requires him to maintain a calm mind all the time.

Suddenly, he found out about the situation.

I saw a twenty-eight-year-old girl, wearing a cyan Luo skirt, a red cotton jacket on the outside, holding a plate of food and a pot of wine in her hand, and she walked like him.

Yang Yuelian's maid, who was officially treated by Wang Fan, came to the frame of the carriage where Wang Fan was, and slowly climbed up along the ladder.

After coming to the roof of the car, she put the food beside Wang Fan, glanced at the man who saved her life, and said gently: "Thank you for saving Miss!"

Hearing this, Wang Fan smiled slightly, sat up, glanced at the wine jug next to him, and then took a sip.

A spicy and bitter sensation rose from his mouth, and then rushed straight to his head, and he didn't know when he fell in love with wine.

From stealing his father's wine when he was a child, to buying wine and drinking in a restaurant in Fang City from time to time during his practice, to the days when he lived with Wang Qing not long ago, he also had to drink.

Wine has become one of his beloved things, and he has also become one of the many wine lovers.

By now, he has gradually realized in his heart that if he is not drunk, everyone is drunk, no wonder there are so many drunkards in the world.

Thinking of this, Wang Fan couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy in his heart, picked up the wine jug and took a sip again.