Great Heaven Sovereign

Kill it!

This is Yang Fan's attitude. There is no second choice. It's not that Yang Fan is bloodthirsty, but that he deceives people too much in the western regions. If he took a step back, they would hate to force him to a dead end.

In that case, just kill a pure land.

No one dares to say no!

The little Firebird smacked his tongue and felt the killing and cold from Yang Fan. He couldn't help but say, "be careful, these are ordinary people and can't stand your breath."

Yang Fan suddenly woke up and suddenly remembered that there was still a child standing in front of him.

As soon as he thought about it, Yang Fan directly restrained his breath for fear that he would scare the people in front of him. But that's it. The child still burst into tears.

At this time, an old man and a middle-aged couple suddenly appeared.

"What's the matter, Ruier?" The middle-aged couple was shocked.

But how can a child know how to describe what is killing intention? He can only cry to express his inner fear.

Yang Fan felt guilty.

Now this situation has explained everything. He is now saved by this family.

It's no exaggeration to say that if I didn't wake up from that war, I might even be exposed in the wilderness. Now at least I can still lie in bed.

But of course, this concern is superfluous. With chalk and small Firebirds, it's impossible for such a thing to happen.

But in the final analysis, the other party is also his life-saving benefactor. This alone is enough to make Yang Fan feel guilty.

"This should be frightened by my appearance." Yang Fan said shyly.

The couple were relieved and calmed down after a meal of comfort.

"It's so fast to recover, young man. I've lived half my life. It's the first time that someone can recover from such serious injury. It's a miracle." The old man sighed.

Yang Fan didn't explain.

He could see at a glance that the old man was a mortal and had no accomplishments all over his body.

"Uncle, I am a man of practice." In a word, Yang Fan directly explained the past.

"Man of practice? No wonder, no wonder it will be like this. Come East, go and cook another bowl of medicine for the little brother." Said the old man.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but leave. A moment later, he came out directly with a bowl of soup medicine.

"Here you are, little brother!" Said the middle-aged man.

Yang Fan swallowed it without hesitation. In any case, this is a kindness from others and can't be refused. However, when he practiced Shenmu Jue, he naturally knew that there was no abnormality in it.

But soon, Yang Fan found something wrong.

"Hmm? How could this happen?"

As soon as the decoction entered the body, Yang Fan's blood began to accelerate, and together with the five element yuan force began to run rapidly at this moment.

"It's not easy. It should be a method of a pharmacist. Although I can't see what it is, I'm sure that the ancestor of this family must have been a pharmacist. By the way, the guy Qinglong has awakened. You can ask him." The little Firebird sends a message to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan couldn't help getting excited.

The mind moved, and the spirit thoughts poured into the wood god palace.

The holy palace is green and full of endless vitality.

"Senior!" Yang Fan asked actively.

For the five element beast, Yang Fan has enough respect in his heart. Of course, except for the little Firebird.

"Very good." The green dragon winds its body and hovers on a tree connecting the sky. His eyes are full of praise. Yang Fan was also slightly relieved.

Inexplicable, as if it was an expectation that lived up to it. This feeling is extremely mysterious and unclear. If Qinglong knew that Yang Fan thought so at the moment, he would feel relieved.

Because Yang Fan is not what he was. Now Yang Fan is carrying too many causes and consequences. In contrast, their cause and effect is nothing. That is, Yang Fan attaches importance to love and righteousness, and he still keeps it in his heart.

"When did the elder wake up?" Yang Fan asked.

"The bitch woke up after waking up. Of course, thanks to your rebuilding the temple before, we are in good condition now. Including your previous war, if you really can't carry it, I will take action. Fortunately, you didn't disappoint me me." Qinglong's huge dragon head said faintly.

It seems to be telling a trivial thing.

Yang Fan looked confused.

Did he do anything?

I don't know why, he always felt that there was something fishy in it, but everything seemed to come naturally, so that he couldn't feel any abnormality.

"But all this has passed. You should come in now to inquire about the changes of your body?" Qinglong said.

Yang Fan nodded, put down his speculation and said:

"Yes, sir, what kind of existence is that? Why do mortal things make me feel the blood gas surging and Yuan force surging all over my body." Yang Fan was puzzled.

This is a deep-rooted cognition. People who do not understand practice are two worlds in the eyes of the practice world.

Therefore, he did not know what power really existed among mortals, which could shock him.

"It's too narrow. This idea is not desirable. Everything is born, and any kind of existence has immeasurable value. As I know, a swordsman once recited a sentence that I must be useful when I am born, and then read it easily and walked out of an unprecedented sword way."

Qinglong seemed to fall into memory and said softly.

Yang Fan was slightly silent.

At this time, although he wanted to refute, when his words came to his mouth, Yang Fan felt that Qinglong's words were impeccable. He was indeed influenced by his preconceived consciousness, so he came up with this idea.

"Master, what the hell is that?" Yang Fan calmed down and asked again.

"Juyuan soup, a prescription developed by an old boy in the manghuang world, is as powerful as the best elixir." Qinglong said.

"Comparable to the best elixir?" Yang Fan was surprised.

Is it so scary?

But if so, why are you here now?

Full of doubts.

"Yes. But I'm talking about the real prescription. Now this should be a simplified version. Although this family is mortal, they are born with pharmacist blood in their bodies. It seems that they should be the direct descendants of the old boy." Qinglong said.

"Pharmacist's blood?" Yang Fan is another question.

"Boy, don't underestimate other powers. When a pharmacist becomes a saint, his blood will change. A drop of blood can produce thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. This sentence is not exaggerated at all. But this road is a little difficult. Of course, you also have some hope." Qinglong explained that he seemed to notice the contempt in Yang Fan's tone and was a little dissatisfied.

"Master, how does my blood compare with the pharmacist's blood?" Yang Fan asked, looking forward.

Qinglong's expression was instantly silent. He glanced at Yang Fan coldly and said nothing.

Yang Fan thought that Qinglong was thinking and didn't bother, so they fell into silence.

A moment later.

Yang Fan: "elder, is this question difficult to answer?"

Qinglong: "

Yang Fan: "I think my blood should also be good, although the pharmacist's blood sounds like a cow batch." Yang Fan looked serious and looked at Qinglong again.

Qinglong: "

Yang Fan was stunned. He didn't understand why Qinglong, who had talked before, changed his attitude in an instant.

"Senior, i..." Yang Fan is still not satisfied and wants to continue to ask.

But at this moment, the green dragon broke out:

"Shut up, just think I didn't say anything, or if you want to try the poison master classic, just keep asking." The green dragon opened his mouth coldly, and there was a bit of anger in his huge dragon eyes.