Feeling the murderous intent flashing in Doctor Lu's eyes, Yang Fan touched his nose with his hand, glanced at him casually, and the corners of his mouth pursed slightly.

He understood that he had completely offended the existence of the three great divine doctors in Kyoto in front of him. However, when he thought that this person was a guest pharmacist of the "Kyoto Yang Family", Yang Fan did not have any regrets and regrets.

Divine Doctor Lu entered the side hall and immediately attracted the gaze of several other people.

At this moment, Doctor Lu's complexion was still a little abnormal, and as soon as he sat down, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Yang Fan indifferently.

Suddenly, there was an unusual smell in the air, although nothing could be seen with the naked eye, but the invisible atmosphere made people feel faintly uneasy. It's like throwing a person into a primeval forest full of dangers, and even if there is a dead silence around them, you can feel the deadly crisis.

Yang Fan's heart froze, only to feel a faint crisis coming, unfolded his divine sense, and with the psychic eyes of his immortal cultivator, he caught a circle of light red light waves, turned into a bundle, and hit himself in the blink of an eye.

Poison?!

"This Divine Doctor Lu is actually good at poison arts!"

Yang Fan was secretly shocked in his heart, but he was silent on the surface and didn't say a word.

At this moment, under his calm face, the power of the Immortal Hongjue in his body was running endlessly, and as soon as the light purple light wave approached, it was offset and absorbed by his own unique special physique.

As for the remaining small part of the poison, it was wrapped and swallowed by the mist of life that turned into an aerosol, and disappeared in an instant.

After a breath or two, Doctor Lu retracted his gaze at Yang Fan and tasted tea alone, looking leisurely.

Everyone else on the field looked at the two of them with strange eyes.

"Pharmacist Yang......"

Yu Wenxin sensed a hint of an unusual atmosphere, and looked at Yang Fan, with a trace of worry in his eyes.

Yang Fan smiled at her and signaled that he was safe.

Seeing this scene, Doctor Lu looked suspicious, secretly observed Yang Fan for a moment, and found that the other party really had nothing to do.

"How is this possible...... This son can completely ignore my 'Seven Rotten Poison Techniques'!"

Divine Doctor Lu's heart swelled with turbulent waves, and his expression when he looked at Yang Fan changed greatly, and he immediately retracted his contempt.

He felt that the young man in front of him in the Qi refining period was like an iceberg shrouded in clouds and mist, which seemed insignificant, but in fact, the tip of the iceberg had not yet been revealed.

Among the three great divine doctors in Kyoto, although his medical skills are not the highest, he has extraordinary attainments in poison arts.

In fact, a long time ago, he was a "poison refiner" specializing in poison arts, but later, in order to avoid the enemy, he became a pharmacist and took refuge in the Yang family in Kyoto.

The Seven Rotten Poison Technique is a kind of poison technique he researched in his early years, which can kill people invisibly, is very fast, and has the disadvantage of consuming mana. But once it is successfully cast, a monk of the same level can inflict heavy damage on it even if he does not die without being prepared.

However, Pharmacist Yang in front of him, after being hit by his "Seven Rotten Poison Technique", seemed to be fine at all.

Yang Fan looked at him with a smile, and then gently knocked the melon seeds, and his leisurely appearance almost didn't lift Erlang's legs.

Seeing this scene, Divine Doctor Lu's face was cloudy, and then he fell into silence, not knowing if he was brewing any strategy.

Yang Fan was not too worried, the "Immortal Secret Technique" he cultivated was a healing magic technique, and the reverse operation was an invincible and silent terrifying poison technique.

He prides himself on being in the middle of his rank, and it is difficult for other pharmacists to compare with him, at least it is impossible to pose any threat to him.

Yan Wang Yuwen Yan was not an ordinary person, his sharp eyes revealed a hint of discoloration, and he saw the invisible confrontation between Yang Fan and Divine Doctor Lu in his eyes:

The two major pharmacists have two confrontations.

For the first time, Yang Fan took the initiative to attack, which made Doctor Lu suffer a big loss.

The second time was when Doctor Lu took the initiative to attack, and Yang Fan was unharmed.

In the two encounters, Yang Fan obviously won a few points, and it seemed that he still had some strength left.

"Lord Wang, the guests in the 'Hall of Heroes' have almost been arranged......" At this moment, the old butler walked in to report and whispered a few words in Yan Wangyu's warm ear.

"What? He's coming...... too."

Yu Wenyan's face changed slightly, and he was about to speak, when he heard an indifferent and ruthless voice from the "Hall of Heroes": "A group of mentally retarded. ”

There was an indescribable arrogance and coldness in this voice, and there was a sense of superiority.

Yang Fan's heart moved, he unfolded the omniscient mode, and soon saw a young man in the main hall who exuded an infinite fierce aura, about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a dusty white robe, but with an extremely ordinary appearance.

However, his white-clothed Shengxue's dress looked out of place in this gorgeous hall where everyone was dressed up gorgeously.

"Oh no! Musou is here......"

"Wushuang, why did this evil star come to Yanwang's Mansion too?"

Many people in the Hall of Heroes recognized this person's identity.

Unparalleled?

Yang Fan had an indescribably strange feeling for the young man in white, which made him stunned.

Although he was still very young, Yang Fan felt that the potential threat brought to him by Wushuang was extremely great, and judging from the aura on his body, his strength should not be lower than that of a concentrating stage monk.

"Huh, no......"

Yang Fan carefully observed the young Wushuang and found that he was neither like an immortal cultivator nor a secular martial artist.

Could it be that he is a legendary sword cultivator?

Yang Fan's "gaze" fell on the weapon he was carrying, it was a sword that had not yet been unsheathed, simple and dusty, and he knew at a glance that it was not ordinary.

When Wushuang appeared, Yang Fan found that Yu Wenxin, who was sitting beside him, looked a little uneasy, and his eyes showed a complicated look, and he immediately returned to calm.

"Miss Yuwen, do you know him?"

Yang Fan asked lightly, at this moment, he was more interested in Wushuang than the peerless beauty in front of him.

A person who is neither an immortal cultivator nor a secular martial artist, suspected of the existence of the legendary sword cultivator, how could it not arouse Yang Fan's curiosity.

Sword cultivation is an ancient category of cultivation that flourished for a time in ancient times. According to ancient records, the sword cultivator has an attack power far beyond that of monks of the same level, and his combat effectiveness is extremely strong, and ordinary monks are afraid of it.

If the ultimate goal of an ordinary immortal cultivator is to become an immortal immortal, then the goal of sword cultivation is to become a sword immortal who is at ease across the world.

"Hmm. Yu Wenxin nodded, and then hesitated: "Half a year ago, he was defeated by his father and blasted out of the palace, this time, he is probably ......"

"He wants to make a comeback and challenge King Yan?"

Yang Fan's eyes lit up, and his heart suddenly turned out to be a martial arts idiot.

"Maybe it's ......" Yu Wenxin's gaze was a little dodgy.

Yang Fan glanced at her thoughtfully, and just as he was about to speak, he heard King Yan say:

"Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats in the Hall of Heroes. ”

(To be continued)