Xianhong Road

Chapter 103 Mysterious Mask
It can be said that Zheng Yaoshi has good intentions, but how could he know that the "Xianhong Jue" practiced by Yang Fan is unique, and he is the only one in the world who cultivates it, let alone pass it on.

"Okay, I promise you."

Yang Fan didn't have time to think about it, he really lacked a few disciples to help him find materials, alchemy, see a doctor, run errands and so on.

In short, some tedious work such as coolies can be handed over to disciples or apprentices. He only needs to heal the wounds and illnesses of immortal cultivators of a certain level, and continue to improve their cultivation steadily and without hindrance.

Yaoshi Zheng was slightly surprised, he didn't expect Yang Fan to agree so easily.

"The old man believes that with Yaoshi Yang's personality, he should disdain to deceive me, an old guy who is about to go to his grave."

Pharmacist Zheng showed a hint of relief, stretched out his hand to pat the storage bag, and took out a white mask with soft leather. The whole mask is a piece of extremely thin and almost translucent skin, covered with some complex and fine textures, just like the skin of the human body. Meridians.

"This is a strange item that I got occasionally during my lifetime, at least it should be a spiritual weapon. This item has many mysteries. Wearing it on the face can not only change appearance and hide breath, but also have the effect of refreshing and concentrating. Once, wearing this mask, the old man was able to remain calm under the spiritual pressure of a strong man in the concentration period. Now, I will hand this strange object to Yaoshi Yang. After the event is over and my granddaughter becomes an apprentice, I still have a lot of medicinal materials and spiritual stones to give away."

After Zheng Yaoshi finished speaking, he handed the white mask to Yang Fan.

"This thing is a bit interesting..."

Yang Fan stretched out his hand to touch the leather of the mask, and felt it was cold and smooth, giving people a fleshy touch. He injected a little spiritual energy, and the whole mask immediately became translucent and liquid.

"What's the name of this mask? How is the disguise effect?" Yang Fan asked curiously.

Pharmacist Zheng said with a little embarrassment: "When the old man got this thing, he only used it as a disguise mask. I really don't know its specific origin. As for the effect of disguise... the old man once wore this mask. Cross the sea in front of the sky."

"Maybe it's just an auxiliary spirit weapon, without any powerful supernatural powers."

Yang Fan nodded, looked at the object in his hand, and whispered to himself.

Pharmacist Zheng thought that Yang Fan didn't like it, so he smiled wryly, "This mask is already the only spiritual weapon that this old man can get his hands on. I'm afraid it will be difficult for the rest of the magical tools to catch your attention."

He also understands that this strange object is just a mask, at best it is an auxiliary spiritual weapon, and it is impossible to have powerful supernatural powers and powers.

"No matter what, it is a spiritual weapon after all, so Yang is not welcome."

Yang Fan casually put the white mask into the storage bag.

He had visited with his spiritual sense just now, and found that the material of this disguise mask was extremely mysterious, probably far better than the low-grade spiritual weapon Qingfeng sword in his hand, but it was difficult for monks who were below the concentration stage to see the clues.Yaoshi Zheng is just a monk in the Qi refining period, and he doesn't even have a general spirit weapon, so he can't judge the true value of this mask, and treat it as an auxiliary ordinary spirit weapon.

Seeing what Yang Fan said, Zheng Yaoshi breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "I will go to 'Ghost Corpse Mountain' in a few days, and the old man will bring my granddaughter to meet Yang Yaoshi, and let her see the world by the way."

"I still need to make some preparations when I set off." Yang Fan thought about it.

After all, Ghost Corpse Mountain is a large forbidden area nearby, and Yang Fan dare not trust it.

"Five days later, a group of third-generation disciples from Yuwu Villa will set off. I originally planned to set off with Yaoshi Yang today..."

Pharmacist Zheng pondered.

"Pharmacist Zheng might as well stay in 'Wusty Willow Town' for a few days, or help see patients in my clinic, how about it?"

Yang Fan said expectantly, after all, the other party is a well-known pharmacist in the nearby world of cultivating immortals. If he can see a doctor in his own clinic for a few days, the prestige of "Puai Medical Clinic" will definitely be raised to a higher level.

Pharmacist Zheng said in embarrassment: "My granddaughter is still in 'Rain and Mist Villa', and I have some things to deal with, so I'm afraid I can't stay here."

Seeing what he said, Yang Fan was a little disappointed. It is impossible for everything in this world to run according to his will, even the legendary immortal is no exception.

After sending Yaoshi Zheng away, Yang Fan hurriedly left to make some adequate preparations for the trip to Ghost Corpse Mountain.

Yang Fan had heard of the taboo name of Ghost Corpse Mountain. It is said that it is a place with a lot of yin. It is said that there is a thousand-year-old tomb in a certain place, which hides valuable cultivation treasures.

According to some mortals, they saw female ghosts or evil ghosts at night, and what's more, they saw the corpses of walking dead...

According to the characteristics of Ghost Corpse Mountain, Yang Fan refined some panacea, and specially asked Lin Zhong to go to Yangjiabao to help trade some talismans.

In a blink of an eye, three or four days passed, and Yang Fan's preparations were finished.

At this moment, it was already nighttime, and Yang Fan suddenly realized that he had overlooked a fact. In less than half a day, he had to rush to the "Rain and Mist Villa".

Riding on the official road at a normal speed, if you don't have a whole day, I'm afraid you won't be able to reach Yuwu Mountain Villa.

Because before San Gong, he had been a cultivator in the Concentration Stage, but he could fly with his sword, and he was extremely carefree, making countless cultivators in Yangjiabao envious and jealous.

"flight?"

Yang Fan's eyes lit up.

If he flew to "Rain and Mist Villa", he should be able to arrive on time.

Thinking of this, he took out the disguise mask presented by Zheng Yaoshi, injected mana slightly, and stuck it on his face.

In an instant, he felt that the thin layer of skin on his face merged with his own skin, without any sense of conflict.

"it's wired……"

Yang Fan's face showed a strange color, wearing this disguise mask, he didn't have any abnormalities, the mysterious material of the disguise mask seemed to be connected with his own flesh and blood.

According to the practice of ordinary monks in the Qi refining period, the next step is to reach out and inject mana into the mask to create an appearance.

However, Yang Fan has a soul state above the late stage of concentration, so naturally there is no need for such effort.

He immersed his consciousness into the disguise mask, and changed the appearance of his face according to his own ideas.

During this process, Yang Fan's face changed drastically. He simply took out a mirror and modified his face according to the imaginary plan.

A moment later, a ruthless man in his thirties with a sharp nose and a straight nose appeared in the mirror.

Looking from a distance, this man's face was indifferent and heartless, with a kind of coldness that repulses others thousands of miles away.

Yang Fan's eyes lit up, and the disguise mask could actually change his temperament according to his own will.

Could this disguise mask be just an ordinary spiritual weapon?

Yang Fan found that he really picked up the treasure!

Looking at the cold man in the mirror, Yang Fan said to himself: "This face and temperament are very suitable for the identity of a monk of the magic way."

"In that case, 'he' is my current second identity, named 'Shi Qianhan'."

A dark light suddenly flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and the air in the room was suffocated. A mass of pure demonic energy suddenly grew in his dantian, and there was a domineering aura of contempt for the common people and contemptuous of the world. .

He spread his hands, looked up at the endless night sky outside the window, felt the unscrupulous and domineering power flowing in his body, and was able to relax for a short time after suppressing his body and mind for several months.

The way of magic, it is wild and arrogant, it is domineering and cruel, and it despises the sky.

He suddenly discovered that this was his real self.

Shi Qianhan, when Yang Fan bestowed this name, seemed to have entrusted him with an unusual meaning.

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