That night, Yang Fan wore a black robe and a mysterious mask, blending into the night of Wuliu Town, he entered the omniscient mode, and had insight into the wind and grass within a radius of hundreds of zhang, and his body was as elegant as a ghost, which was difficult for ordinary mortals to detect.

During this period, Yang Fan found that the unidentified people who originally monitored Wuliu Town had disappeared without a trace.

Some time ago, when the "Puai Medical Center" had just opened, he found a lot of suspicious people in Wuliu Town, most of whom were sent by Yang Guang and Li Fatzi to keep an eye on them.

In addition to this, there are also people sent by the Yang family in Kyoto to spy on them.

However, recently, it seems that the manpower of the Yang family in Kyoto, for some reason, has been withdrawn.

"The immortal cultivation world is calm and windless on the surface, but in fact, the dark waves are turbulent, and the wind and clouds are changing, even a big force like the Yang family in Kyoto can't avoid ......"

Yang Fan's mind was racing rapidly, and he guessed that the Yang family in Kyoto might have been delayed due to something and didn't have the heart to take care of this side of the matter. Moreover, the forces such as 'Yangjiabao' are only a small family in a remote corner of Yuyang Country, and these little people are probably not in the right eyes at all.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the "Nameless Forest" where the demonic energy gradually awakened.

At that time, the two contemplation period monks of the Yang family in Kyoto fell in the "nameless secluded forest" for no reason, and the matter would definitely not be over

As for how the 'Kyoto Yang family' would solve this matter, Yang Fan was very curious and unpredictable, but he would not be stupid enough to return to the terrible "Nameless Forest".

"This hot potato has its own 'Kyoto Yang family' to worry about, and I, a small qi refining cultivator, still cultivates with peace of mind, works hard to run the medical hall, and silently gathers strength......

Yang Fan's figure melted into the darkness and left Wuliu Town after a while.

Walking to a remote corner, he suddenly sacrificed a green flying sword, a little magic in his hand, and his figure floated up, stepping on the Qingfeng sword.

Airplanes~

The three-foot flying sword suddenly bloomed with a mellow light, and the flying sword doubled out of thin air, just enough to accommodate Yang Fan to stand still.

Immediately, Qingfeng's sword Guangxia made a great effort, and with a "whew", it flew towards the sky, and flew out several feet in a few breaths.

Facing the gusts of cold wind, one person and one sword flew higher and higher, and after a while, the things on the ground became smaller and smaller, and even the trees and houses became small.

The higher you fly, the wider the range you can look down on.

Since the dispersal of gong, Yang Fan is the first time to fly so boldly.

The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high for the birds to fly.

At this moment, he was no longer the fallen genius, but a newly rising demon monk, Shi Qianhan.

In the process of flying, in his dark eyes, the black light flickered, and there was a fierce killing aura on his body, but he did not let go, and the pure demonic qi in the dantian was running endlessly.

Although Yang Fan only had cultivation in the late stage of Qi refining, the spirit weapon Qingfeng Sword under his feet had long been connected to his mind, and coupled with his soul realm above the late stage of condensation, the speed of flying was not much slower than that of the monks in the early stage of condensation.

The demonic aura on Yang Fan's body only lasted for a while, and then it was deliberately restrained so as not to attract the attention of some nearby monks. After all, the area of Yangjiabao and Yuwu Mountain Villa is still dominated by righteous monks.

After about an hour of flying, the terrain in front of me changed, the flat ground gradually rose and fell, more hills appeared, and the official road began to meander up.

If you take the land route, you may not have a day or two to reach Yuwu Mountain Resort.

Yang Fan has been to Yuwu Mountain Villa once or twice, and the route is not jerky, but familiar with the old road.

When he flew to a certain place, there was a faint sound of breaking the sky in front of him, and Yang Fan's senses were strong, and he took a step forward to deviate from the direction.

After a while, a water-blue light came to his face, and he saw a woman in palace clothes about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a graceful posture and flowing ribbons, flying near Yang Fan, and the two were about dozens of feet apart.

The woman in the palace costume glanced at Yang Fan with a little curiosity, and saw that this person's expression was cold, there was a coldness that rejected people thousands of miles away, and there was a fierce killing aura on her body.

Yang Fan's divine sense swept this woman, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she condensed her divine sense, and a coercion suddenly attacked the woman in palace clothes in the middle stage of concentrating.

The woman's face changed, and she hurriedly reined in her mind, and under Yang Fan's strong pressure, her delicate body paused slightly, and finally resisted hard, and she never lost her temper.

"Concentrating on the Great Perfection!"

The palace woman's pretty face turned pale, she looked at Yang Fan with a shocked face, and exclaimed: "Don't misunderstand, Daoist friends, the little girl is not hostile. ”

"Humph!"

Yang Fan snorted coldly, retracted his senses, no longer looked at this woman, looked proud and indifferent, and walked away.

Seeing that the terrible killing young man did not make a move, after the sword flew away, the woman in the palace exhaled lightly, and Yurong still looked palpitating.

"This person is so terrifying, his cultivation is unfathomable, and most of them are demon monks who kill decisively......"

Just now, she clearly felt that it belonged to the coercion of the Great Perfection of Contemplation, and if she fought with an enemy of this level, she would have no chance of winning at all, and she might even be killed by the other party.

didn't stop, the woman in the palace costume hurriedly accelerated, didn't dare to turn her head back, and flew away far away, worried in her heart, and worried that the evil star would chase after her.

After Yang Fan flew out for a few miles, he also exhaled lightly and muttered: "The cultivator in the middle stage of concentrating on the divine consciousness is not very strong, could it be that my soul realm is not the late stage realm, but the Great Perfection?"

He slowly unfolded his divine sense, covering a radius of one mile at once, pondered for a moment, and then said to himself: "It seems that my soul realm is even higher than I imagined, and my divine sense extends within a radius of one mile, which may already be the limit of the contemplation period." ”

In the clash of divine consciousness just now, Yang Fan took the initiative to attack, and immediately made the woman in palace clothes in the middle stage of concentrating lose the courage to fight.

Indeed, there is a huge gap in strength between the middle stage of contemplation and the Great Perfection.

Of course, if it really started, even if it was three or five monks in the late stage of Qi refining, they would not be able to withstand the interception and killing of the mid-stage cultivators.

After flying for another hour, there were only dozens of miles left from the "Rainy Misty Villa", Yang Fan landed in a remote and uninhabited place, took back the spiritual weapon, and began to walk, walking slowly towards the Rainy Misty Villa.

At dawn, Yang Fan broke away from the official road and walked towards the hilly area with mountains and forests.

After walking for a while, the sky gradually brightened, and in Yang Fan's field of vision, a hazy mountain villa standing halfway up the mountain appeared, shrouded in a cool morning mist, and in the grandeur and magnificence, there was a little more mysterious and ancient charm.

He knew that this was the "Rainy Misty Villa".

Rounding a few hills and crossing a small river, Yang Fan finally came to the magnificent mountain villa like jade.

"Young Master Yang, please come in, we have been waiting here for a long time. ”

When he came to the front of the villa, there were already two servants in the early stage of Qi refining, waiting on the side, extremely respectful.

Yang Fan was a little surprised, these two people could recognize him, he looked at it intently, and only felt a little familiar.

It turned out that these two people turned out to be the two servants who came to Wuliu Town with Chu Yuyan and carried the stretcher.

Yang Fan nodded and said, "You lead the way." ”

He also understood that Rainmisty Mountain Villa was a more hierarchical place, and the control of bloodlines was extremely strict. The people of the Chu family are equivalent to the aristocratic royal family here, and the other immortal cultivators are either disciples or servants.

"Someone, take Yang Gongzi into the villa. One of the servants shouted.

After finishing speaking, a four-person sedan chair had already greeted him.

"Childe, please. The servant said respectfully, his eyes were full of real respect, and he had also seen Yang Fan's medical skills.

"Sedan chair?"

Yang Fan was slightly stunned, but he was not polite, raised his feet and entered the sedan chair, and said secretly in his heart: "The people of this Rainy and Misty Mountain Villa will really enjoy it......"

(The second watch arrived, the resentment of the ticket...... ）