Zheng Xiaoman looked at Yang Fan blankly, as if she was stuck in a quagmire, unable to extricate herself, and her heart was actually surging with turbulent waves, unprecedented shock.

From the age of three, Zheng Xiaoman was infused with medical knowledge by his grandfather, reading and reciting a large number of books and classics. At the age of five, she really stepped into the path of medical cultivation and began to learn various medical techniques, such as acupuncture and moxibustion, blood activation, etc. Since then, she has even buried her youth here.

For more than ten years, Pharmacist Zheng has taught her all the medical techniques and experiences he has summed up with painstaking efforts throughout his life, and he often sends this granddaughter to practice medicine in various places. Gradually, she is no longer limited to medical Taoism theory, but also has rich medical Taoist experience......

It is precisely because of this that she has an extraordinary foundation and attainments in medicine, far beyond the limits of imagination at her age.

At this moment, when she saw Yang Fan's method of treating the immortal cultivator's injuries, she was completely shocked.

The means of expelling the zombie corpse qi, she didn't even see it clearly, Yang Fan was already over.

The next traumatic fracture, she opened her eyes wide, held her breath, and watched behind Yang Fan, watching his every movement and detail.

The injured person was broken by the zombies, his bones were shattered, and the corpse qi eroded, even if he was replaced by Zheng Yaoshi and others, it was quite tricky.

However, in front of Yang Fan, his slender and white hands seemed to have the magic effect of rejuvenation, and he performed the technique of connecting the muscles and bones, and in just a few breaths, he repaired the bones of the crushed surname.

Yang Fan's mind was extremely concentrated, at this moment, his heartbeat even accelerated, and the healing speed of the "Jade Bone Technique" was much slower than the previous times, but the growth of his cultivation was unambiguous, and he was approaching the Great Perfection of Qi Refining little by little.

Pounding!

Pounding!

In addition to leaving a trace of his mind in the outside world, Yang Fan's spirit and spirit were unprecedentedly concentrated, and he operated the Deadwood Gong to the limit.

Because he understands that a breakthrough is coming.

Whew!

One breath ...... Two breaths......

I saw that the bone had been connected, and it was almost repaired.

At this moment, Yang Fan's eyes condensed an astonishing bright spot, the deadwood skill that had been running for a long time, and the breath changes caused by the cultivation to the promotion were controlled in the body, unless it was a person whose realm was much higher than him, it was difficult to detect this subtle change.

Breakthrough!

Great Perfection of Qi Refining!

Yang Fan exhaled lightly, the bright spots in his eyes dimmed, and forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart.

The Great Perfection of Qi Refining, from self-abandonment to now, has only been less than half a year.

This kind of cultivation speed was almost ten times faster than when Yang Fan was a family genius.

Even if he is a person with the legendary "Heavenly Spirit Root", in the face of such a cultivation speed, he must be overshadowed.

"If I take a step further, it will be the contemplation period, and from then on, I can soar to the immortal cultivation realm, and there are definitely only a handful of people in this area of Yangjiabao who can bring real harm to themselves. ”

Yang Fan seems to see endless hope and possibilities for the future.

However, he also understands that he still needs to be low-key and calm, and if such a cultivation speed is discovered by those who are interested, it will bring endless troubles to himself.

Fortunately, he now has two identities, one is a benevolent pharmacist who helps the world and saves people. The other is a ruthless and domineering rookie in the rise of the Demon Dao, Shi Qianhan.

If someone stands in his way, Yang Fan will not hesitate to dispatch a second identity to eradicate all enemies and crises.

After the wounded man's muscles and bones were renewed, Yang Fan performed two "rain and dew techniques" lightly to deal with the external injuries.

When everything was over and Yang Fan stood up, the injured monk waved his arm with a look of ecstasy: "I...... My arm ......"

"This ...... How is this possible?"

Zheng Xiaoman has not yet woken up from the shock.

The more proficient the insiders are in the way of medicine, the more they can understand the meaning of Yang Fan's understated medical skills.

At this moment, the injured man, who did not even have a scar on the injured part, stood up intact, and he still looked incredulous.

After Yang Fan successfully advanced, he stood up and observed the battle situation on the field.

Under the control of the two contemplation period monks, the two zombies had been beaten to the ground, and they were defeated and retreated.

Especially the zombie that Hu Fei dealt with, he was scorched black, and the slightest trace of thunder and lightning completely suppressed it without temper.

Hu Fei even sacrificed a fiery red and crystal flying sword, which was a low-grade spiritual weapon, and under the blessing of thunder and lightning, it produced a more powerful thunder fire.

Thunder fire, that is definitely the biggest nemesis of ghosts and corpses and other things, against zombies of the same level, it is completely **naked ravage.

In a roar, the zombie collapsed, succumbing to the onslaught of many magic weapons and spells.

After solving the zombie in front of him, Hu Fei led Chu Yuyan and the others to immediately attack another zombie that was fighting to the death against Chu Qiuran and the others.

"Take ...... Take your life!"

Hu Fei's stammering voice came, forming a strange contrast with the powerful power on his body.

He was just about to set off, when a black mist suddenly fell from the sky, and there was a burst of presumptuous laughter: "Hahaha...... You and other juniors, Hugh is going to hurt this excellent two-hundred-year-old ironclad zombie, I want this thing!"

Call!

A strong gust of wind accompanied by a rolling and gloomy black fog drove everyone back, and one by one they looked up at the sky with a look of astonishment.

The black mist broke through, revealing a fat-faced Taoist priest with several storage bags around his waist, and he proudly looked down at the three generations of children of the Rain Misty Mountain Villa below, his eyes were cold.

When Yang Fan saw the appearance of this fat-faced Taoist priest, he couldn't help but feel a sudden feeling in his heart, wasn't this person the figure he saw in the sky on the way to the "Xiuyu Pavilion" last time?

At that time, he killed the seriously injured Qi Refining Great Perfection young man in the wilderness, and tried to use the "rain and dew technique" to treat the corpse, but as a result, there were some terrifying and strange changes. So, Yang Fan left immediately, feeling a little uneasy on the way, and suddenly had a sense and saw the fat Taoist priest in the sky who was driving the black fog.

"Ghost Corpse Dao Monk!"

Chu Qiuran exclaimed in surprise and asked, "Dare to ask the seniors with their names, we are the third generation of the 'Rain Misty Villa', and we have come here to try." ”

The rest of the people suddenly didn't dare to speak.

"Rain Misty Villa?" The fat-faced monk's eyes flashed with a hint of color, and he snorted lightly: "It turned out to be a descendant of Chu Hanyue, but I didn't expect to meet you and the others in the Ghost Corpse Mountain." Stand aside, this two-hundred-year-old ironclad zombie is the best material for refining corpses. ”

Anyway, he ignored these people, pinched his hands, and shot out a wisp of demonic green fire in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed into the body of the zombie whose combat power had been greatly damaged.

Woo~

The zombie let out an unwilling roar, and struggled desperately on the ground, trying to break free from the chubby-faced old man's control.

But what's the matter, the other party's cultivation is much higher than him, plus the battle just now, just resisted for a moment, and he froze in place like a puppet.

The fat-faced monk looked satisfied, and reached out and patted a special black storage bag on his waist.

Suddenly, an eerie aura descended in a black mist, enveloping the zombie.

Call!

When the black mist and eerie aura disappeared, the two-hundred-year-old ironclad zombie just now had disappeared.

After doing this, the fat-faced monk's gaze swept everyone and fell on Hu Fei's face, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Hu Fei couldn't help but slap a spirit, but suddenly bared his teeth and grinned, his eyes showed a fierce light, waving his hands, and demonstrating towards the fat-faced monk, looking like he was about to try.

The fat-faced monk's face sank, and he looked at Hu Fei carefully, his eyes showing a look of astonishment.

"Don't be surprised by the seniors, my junior brother is like this......"

Chu Qiuran hurriedly explained.

The fat-faced monk showed a sudden look and said secretly: "It turns out that this son has some problems in his brain, no wonder he is not afraid of his own ......"

Oh!

Suddenly, Hu Fei let out a sharp roar, his eyes were red, his body jumped up like a spirit monkey, his palms were staggered, and he directly killed the fat-faced monk.

"Don't!"

"Stop!"

Chu Qiuran and the other monks of the Rainy Misty Mountain Villa were shocked and shouted.

Bang bang!

Hu Fei's body was full of thundersnakes, fierce and abnormal, and he rushed into the black mist above his head, and the purple thunder light spread, and he actually broke through a gap in the black mist.

Yang Fan couldn't help but look stunned, this scene was exactly the same as when he first met Hu Fei.

"Look for death!" the fat-faced monk looked gloomy, and with a slight wave of his sleeve, a powerful and eerie wind whistled down.

Bang Bang Bang!

Under the staggering of the two forces, Hu Fei was knocked down like a ball, his body sank half a meter into the ground, his clothes were broken, and his face was covered with dust, but he still roared.

Obviously, these two people are clearly not at the same level, even though Hu Fei greatly restrained the other party in terms of supernatural powers, he still couldn't withstand the other party's understatement.

Oh!

The next moment, Hu Fei jumped up again, and the momentum on his body did not disappear but rose, breeding a stubborn and unhesitating atmosphere.

"Hu Fei!

At this time, Chu Qiuran and the others hurriedly rushed over, grabbed Hu Fei to death, and didn't let him make a move no matter what.

"This son is really fierce and abnormal, and he has mastered such a terrifying and pure thunder and lightning supernatural power......" The fat-faced monk's face was cloudy, and he seemed to have a great killing intent.

However, he also had scruples, staring at Hu Fei intently, and suddenly felt a forbidden force trembling in his body, if the other party fought with such a tenacious determination not to be afraid of death, I am afraid it would lead to unimaginable consequences.

Yang Fan naturally entered the omniscient mode, looked at the roaring Hu Fei, and at a certain moment, he also felt a palpitating power from his body.

"What secrets are hidden in this son's body?"

Yang Fan pondered secretly, and his face showed a deep groan.

After a while, Hu Fei withdrew from that state of madness, but there was a bit of hostility in his gaze when he looked at the fat-faced Taoist priest.

The fat-faced Taoist sneered: "I don't have the same knowledge as you, this Dao has been paying attention to you for a long time, is it a thousand-year-old tomb?"

With that, his gaze fell on the strange mountain bag gap.

Just now, those two two-hundred-year-old ironclad zombies came out of this gap.

As soon as he heard this, Chu Qiuran's face turned "swish", and it became cloudy.

(To be continued)