Beauty's Personal Physician

In recent years, although Hong Zifan has been underestimated by the cultivating world, when this name is mentioned, the world will immediately think of his exquisite and unparalleled secret technique.

Even Hong Zifan's path is unique in this era. He has an amazing talent in this path, and reopened the ancient inheritance of Motianfang that has been dusty for a long time.

But just recently, this Mr. Miaobi lost in the most proud field in the past.

That kind of defeat had already made him disheartened, and he was willing to die by the opponent's sword to end his life.

A strange look flashed in Yang Di's eyes. Although there were several conflicts in the past, Yang Di knew in his heart that this person was not acting. A character like Hong Zifan would not admit defeat even if he died in battle, unless he had really lost his faith.

However, this is not a reason for Yang Di to give up. I don't know when his sword has become colder than his heart.

Yang Di silently raised his iron sword, ready to end everything about this enemy, but at this moment, those old people in Motianfang finally couldn't sit still, and stepped forward to plead for mercy.

"My lord, show mercy!" A grandfather of Hong Zifan shouted, his face full of complex expressions.

Until now, these elders have not been able to break free from the shadow of Hong Zifan's defeat, and that kind of result is also a great blow to them.

But as elders, these people knew very well that Hong Zifan's life was hanging by a thread, and this descendant was already disheartened and decided to die by the opponent's sword. If they didn't show up again, they could only get a bleak end.

Compared to Hong Zifan's death, although accepting the fact of defeat is heavy, at least it can be borne.

As elders, they still have full confidence in Hong Zifan. After all, the majestic Mr. Miaobi still has a bright future with his amazing talent.

Not only the people from Motianfang, but even some elders in the cultivation world who were present at the moment interceded for Hong Zifan.

"Young people have to forgive others and forgive others. You have already won, why do you need to kill them all?"

"Young master Miaobi has just emerged. If he dies young, it will be a great loss to the cultivation world!"

"He is also a disciple of the Immortal Academy after all, he is from the same sect as you..."

Among the powerhouses who came forward, there are many elders of great clans with high status, and these people have different intentions to speak out.

Some people really cherish their talents, but there are also some old guys who obviously want to use this to show their goodwill to Mo Tianfang, and at the same time try to save Hong Zifan's life, and then recruit this young man with a wonderful pen.

Among them, the Tian clan, Xiling clan, and Bulao clan were all very active, intending to recruit Hong Zifan.

But Yang Di reacted coldly, he looked at those people expressionlessly and said, "Why?"

One sentence left those old men speechless. Thinking of Yang Di's ruthless beheading of Wang Qing, Wei Bin and other digital geniuses just now, some old men secretly gritted their teeth, thinking that they were not worth it for Hong Zifan.

"My lord, don't misunderstand me. We didn't mean to go back on what we said. Zi Fan lost to you in the frontal battle. He has indeed lost all the reasons for his life, but please give him another chance for the sake of being an outstanding person in the world. "The clan uncle of Hong Zifan moved his mouth a few times, and sighed to intercede for Hong Zifan.

At this point, they have no choice but to lower their stance, and the previous few examples have proved that it is useless to use force on this young man.

Unexpectedly, before Yang Di could respond, Hong Zifan himself had already rejected the uncle's kindness first. He shook his head and said, "Sixth Uncle, you don't have to do this, and you don't need him!"

"Zi Fan..." A group of old people stepped forward, their old eyes were red, and there is nothing more sad than heart-dead. Hong Zifan's current emotions are really depressing.

The clan uncle ignored Hong Zifan's words and continued to intercede with Yang Di, saying: "If the young master lets go, we are willing to pay double the money for our lives!"

There was an uproar all around, and I didn't expect Mo Tianfang to be so straightforward, but thinking about it carefully, in this situation, it is extremely unlikely that Mo Tianfang would rescue Hong Zifan on the condition of admitting defeat.

That kid will take revenge. After a fierce battle, Hong Zifan lost to him, how could he give up so easily?

But unexpectedly, Yang Di was a little moved by the conditions offered by Motianfang.

He rubbed his chin for a moment, pondered, and said with a playful smile: "The attitude is not bad, but you, Mr. Miaobi, is not an ordinary genius. His worth is not low!"

The eyelids of the Motianfang strongman present trembled. In this situation, anyone who heard the word "worth" would have the urge to vomit blood.

Originally, it was a very meaningful evaluation, but when it came to someone, it became a negative burden.

The clan uncle took a deep breath, nodded and smiled and said, "What you said is very true. Zifan has always performed outstandingly. His talent has been rare since ancient times. I don't deny this, and I hope to make an offer!"

"As long as it's not too far-fetched, it can be discussed, and I can guarantee that after this incident, Motianfang will not be your enemy again. All the people present and the head of the hospital can witness it." At this time, a very senior Motianfang The Supreme Elder also spoke, his words were very sincere.

Everyone clicked their tongues. It seemed that Mo Tianfang was determined to protect Hong Zifan to the end, and he did not hesitate to pay a heavy price for it.

Yang Di smiled lightly, and said: "In my eyes, his worth is at least tens of millions of Lingyuan stones, and double that is 2000 million. If my information is correct, it is equivalent to your Motianfang's ten-year peripheral business income." !"

There was silence all around!

Although many people had already guessed that this guy would open his mouth like a lion, they did not expect that his asking price would be so exaggerated.

Motianfang is a first-class inheritance among the [-] mountains, and it has a large-scale business in China, but it is still difficult to bear such a number.

Sure enough, upon hearing the price reported by Yang Di, except for Hong Zifan himself, every Motianfang cultivator present gritted their teeth. Business income!

But unexpectedly, the Supreme Elder agreed, the old man nodded calmly and said: "Yes, but at least give us about half a year to operate!"

"Elder!" Hong Zifan turned around and shouted, he was naturally unwilling to bring such a heavy burden to Mo Tianfang because of himself, and now he just wanted to die!

"Stop talking, I've made up my mind on this matter, and I'll go say hello to Fangzhu." The old man waved his hand.

Some old people around sighed secretly, and saw some clues. This old man seemed to compromise easily, but in fact he was hiding a mystery.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the mentality of the two people involved is very unstable.

As the winner, Yang Di is obviously the stronger side, and any entanglement from Motianfang may make him lose his patience.

As for Hong Zifan, there is also a serious problem. This Mr. Miaobi has suffered setbacks, and he has lost all hope. At this time, Mo Tianfang is more decisive in that kind of problem, and it will help to save his life. On the contrary, it is easy to cause bad things...

As a smart person, Yang Di is of course well versed in these things. He nodded and said: "I hope that Xianyuan will help me to supervise the collection of this fee, so that you will not accept it when it happens!"

"As you wish!" Hong Zifan's uncle did not refuse.

Afterwards, Yang Di withdrew the iron sword, glanced at the Miaobi master, and said with a faint smile: "Let's talk about it first, if he can't bear to kill himself, this account is still valid!"

Hearing this, a trace of anger flashed across Hong Zifan's brows, but he quickly calmed down again.

"I'll come to you!" Hong Zifan said seriously the moment he turned around.

All the people in Motianfang were sweating for him, but Yang Di kept his word and never cared about that.

In fact, Yang Di didn't have time to take care of this at the moment, he was negotiating with the host.

"It's agreed, you must give me two more Ziyu fairy tears when you go back, and don't deny it." Yang Di secretly sent a voice transmission very seriously.

Master Yukong and the others were all helpless, in fact, it was hard for the boy to give up so easily just now, and it was hard for them to deal with it.

From the standpoint of Tianxianyuan, a strange person like Hong Zifan is of great significance, so naturally he should try his best to stay.

At the other end, the eyes of all parties have turned to a handsome sunny figure after Hong Zifan returned.

With the defeat of Mr. Miaobi, Yan Cheng undoubtedly became more and more eye-catching!

The young man's performance was unexpected again and again, and his momentum was constantly rising, vaguely causing all parties to fall into a gloomy and gloomy situation.

In this situation, they needed a ruthless person to reverse the situation, and with Hong Zifan's defeat, such candidates were already few and far between.

Yang Di's gaze also turned to that side. To be honest, he knew nothing about this opponent.

In view of the lack of accurate information in the entire monastic world, Yang Di, as an outsider, naturally has almost no way to inquire about the other party's background.

This holy son of the feather clan seems to be full of fans!

But the more this is the case, the less careless Yang Di is. In the last confrontation in the Jiugong Mountains, Yan Cheng's performance was equally astonishing, only ranking No.2 behind him.

But there are some things that Yang Di has always been very self-aware of. The results of that time in the Jiugong Mountains, his elder brother is obviously sloppy.

Strictly speaking, it was the result of teamwork. Yang Di largely took advantage of everyone. He alone would definitely not be able to harvest so many tokens, nor would he be able to easily counterattack the core disciples.

Regarding Yan Cheng's performance, the mainstream view is that all of them are his real achievements. Even though this statement is a bit exaggerated, it is almost the same.

Moreover, Yang Di later learned that not all the core disciples who were counterattacked in that confrontation were whitewashed by him, and some people really defeated the core disciples head-on in a solo confrontation.

From now on, it seems that this person should undoubtedly be the arrogant of the feather clan. This further shows that Yan Cheng has not yet been promoted to the core seat, but he already has the confidence to defeat those elite brothers...

In Yang Di's eyes, this should also be a fierce battle, and the monks from all sides have fiery eyes, looking forward to witnessing the true performance of the Holy Son of the Yu Clan.

However, to everyone's surprise, under the gaze of countless eyes, Yan Cheng never left the crowd.

He stood there calmly, with a faint smile on his handsome face. After a moment of silence, he responded with a smile: "I give up!"

quiet!

Almost everyone was dumbfounded!

Even Yang Di himself didn't come to his senses for a long time, what's going on?

It's really surprising that this formidable enemy that he has already looked up to is unwilling to fight!

After a few breaths, there was an uproar all around!

"Oh my god! Yan Cheng actually wants to quit, how could this happen?"

"This is impossible, he is the Holy Son of the Yu Clan!"

"It's not just the Holy Son, he compromised so much, can his Supreme Supreme agree?"

One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and Yan Cheng's statement made the place boil instantly. The effect was even more shocking than Yang Di's killing several geniuses one after another.

"It's nothing, within the rules, I can freely decide whether to make a move." Faced with doubts from all parties, Yan Cheng smiled calmly, as if he didn't feel any pressure.