That bleak and vicissitudes of life, with white hair fluttering in the wind, the first day of the former family, he slowly left the Wentian Conference.

On the viewing platform, Yang Hong, the head of the family, looked at the back of Yang Fan leaving, and his heart couldn't help but burst.

Before Yang Fan left, he smiled apologetically at the head of the family, which made him feel inexplicable in his heart.

Yang Hong, as the head of the Yang family, is a person who attaches great importance to interests.

Since Yang Fan has become a wasted person, he has no use value for the family, and it will be embarrassing and conspicuous to stay here, so there is no need to stay here.

Yang Fan's departure has certainly attracted the attention of many people.

Even Yang Guang, who had just come to power, couldn't help but glance at him, and his heart was full of passion: "From now on, I will be the first person in the younger generation of my family, and no one can stop my pace......"

In a certain corner of the crowd, Yang Man, who was dressed as delicate as a flower, flashed a trace of pity in his bright eyes, and was immediately replaced by indifference: "It's a pity...... On the first day in the family, if it hadn't been for this accident, my father would probably have married me to him......"

When Fat Li saw Yang Fan leaving, his eyes rolled and a vicious light flashed.

I saw that he secretly took out a small paper crane from the storage bag, made a few spiritual lights in his hand, and whispered a few words to the paper crane.

Finally, with a flick of his fingers, the little paper crane turned into an inconspicuous hazy blue light, flew into the sky, and disappeared.

Yang Fan left the family place and returned to the noisy Yangjiabao.

Here, the shouts of various buyers and sellers in the bazaar reached Yang Fan's ears.

Yangjiabao is not a pure immortal land, it is inhabited by a large number of mortals, who are attached to the Yang family in the south.

"Zhang Laosan's buns, big and fragrant, three for a penny!"

"Freshly baked Chenxi pancakes, crispy and moist, buy three get one free!"

"Wang Lao Jimmy Wine, a century-old brand, mellow and delicious......"

......

"This is the world of ordinary people, who seem to be unrestrained, but in fact they are bullied, and suffer from birth, old age, sickness and death. Even if you are a prince and general, you will not escape death, and it is difficult to get a glimpse of the world. ”

Yang Fan stared at the lively Yangjiabao Market, but his heart was peaceful.

When he came into contact with the Immortal Dao and saw the hope of immortality, it was difficult for him to return to this life of looking up to others.

Standing in place, Yang Fan's mind once again immersed in the Xianhong space.

Squatting down, he pressed the palm of his hand to the green space, and green light continued to pour into his body, recovering his injuries and replenishing his vital functions at an incredible speed.

Even, these green points of light entered his mind and nourished his soul!

After half a cup of tea, Yang Fan was refreshed, and the broken tendons and veins in his body, as well as the damaged internal organs, were all restored to their original state.

"This is simply amazing, the healing effect of the green land is many times stronger than those so-called elixirs, I don't know how many times. ”

Yang Fan exhaled lightly, his face was a little more bloody, and his pale hair was also a little more variegated.

With just half a cup of tea, Yang Fan regained the strong body that the Concentrating Period monk possessed, and now the only difference is that he has lost his mana, and the Yuan Shen is not as powerful as the one before, but it is several times stronger than ordinary people.

"With my current state, even if I don't use the Xianhong Space, I can restore my original cultivation within four or five years. ”

Yang Fan's heart was extremely excited, and his hands trembled slightly.

The green earth easily restored his vitality and vitality and nourished his soul, so that he was no longer limited by age and had the potential to be as young as an eleven or twelve-year-old.

"Great, I'll go home now and practice that set of Immortal Fortunes. ”

Yang Fan retracted his mind and walked towards Yangjiabao's own courtyard first.

However, when he was halfway there, he suddenly noticed something unusual.

Immediately turned sideways, the corner of his eye glanced behind him, but his eyes fell on the stall in front of him.

"How to sell this ginseng......

Yang Fan asked hypocritically.

"It's so dangerous, I was almost seen by him!"

In front of a certain store, three or four men with unkind faces squatted down and looked through the endless crowd at Yang Fan, who was shopping not far away.

"What are you afraid of? This kid has lost all his mana, and he is not as good as an ordinary mortal ......"

"We'll wait a little longer, and when we get to a place where no one is around, we'll beat him up again. ”

is the first eight-character beard middle-aged road.

"Yes, Eighth Uncle, with you, an immortal cultivator, we are fearful and foolproof. ”

......

"Hehe, Young Master Yang, this is a five-hundred-year-old white jade ginseng, which is worth a lot of money. It's a pity that this thing was obtained by a few mortals, and it was not properly kept, causing it to lose most of its vitality, and unless it can meet a clever 'alchemist', it can be brought back to life. ”

The owner of that stall turned out to be a monk in the early stage of Qi refining, he was trading on Yangjiabao, and obviously knew Yang Fan, a former genius.

Five hundred years of white jade ginseng, this is a treasure of heaven and earth!

Yang Fan's heart moved, and he asked, "How to sell this white jade ginseng?"

"Young Master Yang, let me introduce myself, my name is Lin Zhong, and I am a casual cultivator. Although Childe has lost all his mana, he is so calm and unfazed, let me and other cultivators admire him. ”

"Since Childe likes it, I might as well give you this white jade ginseng. ”

Lin Zhong said enthusiastically.

Yang Fan glanced at Lin Zhong thoughtfully, and said, "Okay, since Brother Lin is so polite, I will accept this white jade ginseng." ”

The loose cultivation in the world of cultivating immortals is generally without a sect, and some even have no teachers, relying on one or two dilapidated and incomplete exercises, it is extremely difficult to explore the immortal path.

For low-level casual cultivators, what they lack the most is the cultivation of the true doorway, the jade slips of the exercises, the magic weapons, the cultivation experience, and so on, all of which they lack.

Lin Zhong gave Yang Fan this white jade ginseng so generously, it must have a good intention.

"Another day, Brother Lin can come to my house as a guest. It's not my Yangjiabao residence, it's my home in Wuliu Town. ”

Yang Fan said lightly.

"Thank you, Childe, thank you. ”

Lin Zhong is also a smart person and thanked him again and again. Although Yang Fan had lost all his mana, he was a former Contemplation Stage cultivator after all, and the knowledge of cultivating immortals and the magic power methods he had mastered must be ten times and a hundred times richer than him.

After saying goodbye to Lin Zhong, Yang Fan turned around again and turned his back to the few people who were following him.

Suddenly running to a hidden corner, he turned his gaze, bit his index finger, and a patch of blood gushed out.

"Enlightenment!"

He tapped his blood-stained fingers on the storage bag around his waist.

The storage bag was opened, and Yang Fan took out a stack of talisman seals from it and hid it in his pocket.

After doing this, Yang Fan exhaled lightly.

Losing his mana, he only needed to use his own blood as a guide, reluctantly opened the storage bag, and took out more than a dozen talisman seals.

After all, this storage bag has been with him for so many years, plus he was a Condensation Stage monk before, and the blood in his body contains some spiritual surnames.

Through this method, even if he loses his mana, he can barely activate some spells that can be cast with only a small amount of mana.

"Over there!

The middle-aged man with the eight-character beard exclaimed in surprise and continued to follow with the three ruffians.

Just now, Yang Fan disappeared from their field of vision, which made the eighth uncle panic for a moment.

"This is a job involving ten spirit stones and a thousand taels of silver, and this 'fat sheep' must not be lost. ”

Yang Fan walked halfway, and his mind was immersed in the "Xianhong Space" again.

Standing on the green earth, Yang Fan looked at the puppy not far away and asked, "How do I put my items in the real space here?"

The puppy said, "You can just move your mind." ”

"So easy?"

Yang Fan's mind moved, and the white jade ginseng in his hand entered the Xianhong space and was held in his hand.

"Huh, this ginseng in your hand looks like it's going to die soon, put it on the green ground, and it won't take half a day to recover. ”

The puppy looked at the ginseng in Yang Fan's hand and said coldly.

"Hehe, I had this conjecture for a long time, so I bought it, but I didn't expect the green land to really have this effect. ”

Yang Fan said happily.

"I'll help you get the tools from the warehouse......"

After that, the puppy entered the hut behind him, took out a small shovel from it, ran to Yang Fan's hand, and handed the shovel to him.

Yang Fan understood what it meant, so he used a small shovel to remove weeds on the green soil, cut the soil, and buried the ginseng in half.

Suddenly, a thin stream of green extended from the green earth and poured into the white jade ginseng.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, white jade ginseng gradually regained its vitality from its original languishing appearance.

"Great...... With this five-hundred-year-old white jade ginseng, hundreds of spirit stones can be sold in the trading market. ”

Yang Fan was overjoyed.

Hundreds of spirit stones, that's a lot of money.

Slowly, Yang Fan returned to his other courtyard and deliberately did not close the door.

"Hurry up and follow up to ......"

Bazihu commanded the three ruffians and brutally rushed into the courtyard.

However, after entering the courtyard, they suddenly discovered:

There is no trace of Yang Fan!

(Hehe, tickets and collections)