After having dinner in the hotel in the morning, Wang Fan went straight to the clinic.

In the backyard of the clinic, Wang Fan saw Bai Lianer. He just looked at her and returned to her calm and elegant appearance, as if she had recovered her mood. She was trimming a white flower in the yard, and each movement was very serious and focused. Under the morning light, Bai Lianer seemed to be shrouded in a beautiful layer of rays of light.

It is still a white skirt, a pure and simple dress. It is like a clear spring, which can make people who see it cleanse their hearts.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Fan walked over and said hello: "Sister Bailianer, I'm here."

Bai Lian'er turned around and said with a smile: "Why did you come here so early today? The genius just dawned!"

The neon red sunlight was inlaid with a golden edge on her face, showing the whiteness and smoothness of Bai Lianer's cheeks. She stood in the garden, her white skirt fluttering slightly, so beautiful and so moving! Wang Fan's heart beat violently when he saw it, swallowed his saliva, suppressing his excitement.

"Haha, don't you want to see Sister Bai Lianer earlier!" Wang Fan said teasingly. He sighed in his heart that this woman is becoming more and more evil, making him unable to control her.

"Little kid, what bad intentions are you doing? You don't learn well at such a young age, and I don't know who taught you." After saying that, Bai Lianer remembered the third-level teacher Wang Fan mentioned, and immediately covered her lips and stopped talking.

"Hehe, sister, it's time for me to change the dressings. Let's go to the inner room?" Wang Fan felt a little itchy when he remembered the charming scene last time.

"Little bad guy, why aren't you shy today? Let's go and change your dressings."

When he arrived in the inner room, Bai Lianer frowned when she saw Wang Fan’s wound: “Have you fought with someone? Why did the wound burst here?”

Wang Fan asked in confusion: "Is that true? No wonder I always feel that there is a little pain there."

"Okay, remember not to fight with others these days, otherwise your wound will heal very slowly." Bai Lian'er instructed. She squatted down and changed the medicine for Wang Fan.

Wang Fan looked down from above, Bai Lianer's smooth long hair was scattered on her shoulders, her shoulders were thin, and a snow-white touch was revealed at the collar of her skirt. The deep gully made Wang Fan's heart beat violently. He sucked his breath and said, "Don't look at it if it is polite, don't look at it if it is polite!"

But I could not see enough of my eyes.

After a while, Bai Lian'er changed the medicine for him, patted Wang Fan's thigh, and said angrily: "Little bad guy, okay, have you seen enough?"

"Ah--!" Wang Fan screamed in surprise and sat on the bed.

Bai Lianer reached out and knocked Wang Fan's head in shame, tidied up the collar, covered the snow-white gully, and hurried out with the medicine.

After drinking the medicine, Wang Fan did not stop, but went to the countryside to practice fighting spirit and magic.

Except for the inability to practice without bows and arrows, Kitadaoer's arc-shaped golden blade, Uncle Morton's burst fighting spirit slash, and Uncle Lip's shadow attack were all practiced.

Wang Fan was wandering and moving in the jungle, and every time he jumped, he was four or five meters high. He flew around on the big tree. The feeling of gliding in the wind was really addictive. From morning to afternoon, Wang Fan was practicing fighting spirit.

The arc-shaped golden blade of Kita Daoer is easier to practice because it is activated by the Dou Qi magic technique. The operation method of the arc-shaped Dou Qi Slash is not complicated. The key lies in the control force. The arc-shaped blade can turn and attack to a certain extent when flying away from the sword. Morton's explosion Dou Qi Slash is a compressed attack of pure power. Lip's shadow attack is a sneak attack. It is an assassination skill.

Wang Fan jumped around in the jungle like a raccoon, practicing flexibly. He had some foundations, and after this promotion, he became even more powerful.

When the sunset was full of sunset in the sky, Wang Fan was already familiar with the skills taught by three people. He inserted the dagger into his boots, held the Qingyin Sword tightly, and Wang Fan embarked on the way back.

When I went to the clinic to find Bai Lianer to change the medicine, I was inevitably scolded again, because the wound burst out again under the intense exercise. Although this little pain and itch were nothing to Wang Fan, it would make it difficult for his poison to heal quickly.

While taking the medicine, Wang Fan asked in confusion: "Why didn't I see Belle today?"

Bai Lianer replied, "Li'er was uncomfortable today!"

"Discomfort?" Wang Fan was a little confused. Seeing Bai Lianer's angry face, he suddenly understood something and laughed: "It turns out that I feel uncomfortable. There are a few days every month. Just take good care of yourself."

"Bang!" Wang Fan's head was knocked by Bai Lian'er again, "Little head, what are you thinking about?"

The hand was about to retract, but Wang Fan grabbed it and held it in the palm of his hand. Wang Fan grabbed Bai Lian'er's hand and suddenly kissed her white and soft hand. After the kiss, Wang Fan jumped up and ran out quickly.

"Haha, Sister Bailianer, I'll come to you tomorrow!"

When Wang Fan returned to the hotel, he was about to go upstairs when he suddenly heard a table below talking about something.

"Hey, have you heard that? There was another caravan in the town today, saying that he had been robbed by robbers." A man dressed like a businessman said mysteriously.

Next to him were three men dressed in the same costume, some old and some young. The three of them hurriedly asked, "Is that so, what happened later?"

The speaker smiled, stretched out his cup, and said with a smile: "Pour wine!"

A younger man quickly filled him with curiosity.

"After that, the Red Troop was about to rob, but suddenly a drought thunder sounded in the sky. With a click, the Red Troop was killed! Do you know that the Red Troop is a first-level fighter. He was killed to death. You guys know that the Red Troop was a first-level fighter. He was killed to death. Do you think it is amazing?"

"How could it make thunder on this sunny day? You are not fooling us, are you?" asked an older businessman.

"Go, go, why am I going to scare you? The red scarf thief was struck by lightning, but thousands of people saw it. If you don't believe it, go to their camp east of the town to ask, they are still there. Oh, by the way, there is a young master in this caravan. If you don't believe it, you can also ask him."

"Oh, I know, you are talking about that foolish young master Debiao, right? It turns out that he is also from that caravan."

"Isn't that? Early this morning, the boy went to the east of the city to report. He hasn't come back yet."

"Oh, you continue to say, what happened after the Red Troop was struck by lightning?"

"Hehe, you may not believe it. After the Red Troop was struck by lightning, the robbers went crazy and said they wanted to kill all the caravans and let them bury them with the boss."

"Ah—!" the young man screamed: "They are so cruel!"

"Isn't it? The caravan with thousands of people was about to be cruelly killed by the robbers. At this moment, countless lightning flashes fell from the sky, turning the robbers into ashes! The robbers who survived were scared and ended up running away."

"How could so many lightnings appear for no reason?" the young man asked in surprise.

"Yes, the caravans think so too. How come there are so many lightning for no reason, and they all accurately hit the robbers. Could it be that it was the protection of the gods? As a result, someone secretly looked into the sky. What do you think he saw?"

"What did you see?" the young man asked very well.

"Ha, he saw a black figure flying through the sky. The man was wearing a black cloak, holding a staff inlaid with magic crystals in his hand, and disappeared from the sky at a very fast speed."

"Ah! It's a magician!" The young man covered his mouth and said in surprise.

The speaker slapped the table and shouted, "Well, it's the magician! It turns out that those lightnings are not coincidental at all, but the magician is helping the caravan."

"Wow, this magician is so powerful. He defeated so many powerful robbers alone, and there is also a first-level thief!" the young man shouted excitedly.

"Hehe, young man, do you want to learn magic?" the businessman said with a smile.

The young man nodded repeatedly, "I think, I think! Do you know where he is?"

At this time, Wang Fan was about to leave, but he heard the merchant continue to say mysteriously: "Tell you, that magician seems to be in this town!"

This time, not only the young man was surprised, but also Wang Fan was surprised. He stopped and wanted to hear why this man said that. He believed that he was far away at that time and no one could see him clearly. How could this man know that he was here?

"Hehe, pour wine!" the businessman said with a smile.

The young man obediently poured him wine and asked anxiously: "How do you know he is in this town? Who is he? Have you seen him? Can you introduce me to me?"

The merchant tasted the orange wine in the wine tasting glass, smiled with satisfaction, but shook his hand: "I have only seen this magician once, but unfortunately, as soon as he appeared, he disappeared. I think he probably doesn't want others to find him!"

"Then what does he look like?" the young man asked unwillingly.

The merchant said in a striking gesture: "This magician is wearing a black cloak, covering his whole body, but it can be seen that he is very thin and his body is probably taller than you. But his eyes are particularly radiant, because his eyes are black."

When the young man heard this, he exclaimed: "Impossible, how could anyone have black eyes in this world?"

Wang Fan listened upstairs and saw that the young man was at least 1.8 meters tall, but now he is only about 1.5 meters tall. No matter how he looks, he doesn't look like the magician that the merchant said. He smiled, "This man turned out to be heard."

Speaking of this, the other two older businessmen no longer believed what this man said. They lowered their heads and drank water on their own. Only the young man kept asking about the businessman's words.

Walking into the room, Wang Fan smiled self-deprecatingly: "It turns out that he has become a celebrity now!"

Sitting at the table, Wang Fan began to study magic notes. He urgently needed to strengthen his strength. The blood-colored badge that Uncle Lip gave him reminded him all the time that he was still on the run.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

A rhythmic knock on the door sounded, and Wang Fan said calmly: "Come in!"

With a creaking sound, the old man had to push the door and came in. He reached out to carry a big flat package, and there was still sweating on his head.

Wang Fan nodded and said, "Have my bow been built?"

The old man said excitedly: "Sir, the bow has been made according to your wishes, and there are thirty armor-breaking arrows to accompany you!" As he said that, he took out the package behind him and carefully placed it on the table in front of Wang Fan and opened it.

A pair of fine steel made of black and purple crossbow appeared in front of him.
Chapter completed!