Zheng Yaoshi has done a good job, but how could he know that Yang Fan’s practice of "The Fairy Hong Jue" is unique, and he is the only one who practices in the world, and it is even more impossible to pass on it.

"Okay, I promise you."

Yang Fan said with no time to think that he really lacked a few disciples, helping him find materials, refining alchemy, seeing a doctor, running errands, etc.

In short, some complicated and hardworking tasks can be left to disciples or apprentices. He only needs to heal and treat the cultivators of a certain level, and continuously improve his cultivation level smoothly and without any obstacles.

Yaoshi Zheng was slightly surprised and did not expect Yang Fan to make such a easy promise.

"I believe that with Yang Yaoshi's character, I should be disdainful to deceive me, an old guy who is about to enter the grave."

Zheng Yaoshi showed a hint of relief, reached out and patted the storage bag, and took out a soft white mask of leather. The entire mask was an extremely thin and almost translucent piece of leather, with some complex and fine textures on it, just like the meridians of the human body.

"This is a strange object that I occasionally get during my lifetime. At least it should be a spiritual weapon. This object has many mysteries. It can not only disguise and conceal the breath, but also have the effect of fresh and concentrating the mind. Once, when I wore this mask, I could be calm under the pressure of a strong man in the concentrating stage. Now, I will hand this strange object to Yang Yaoshi. In addition, after the trial activity of the "Ghost Corpse Mountain" ended and my granddaughter became a disciple, I will also give me a lot of medicinal materials and spirit stones."

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

"This thing is interesting..."

Yang Fan reached out 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 entire mask suddenly became like a translucent liquid.

"What is the name of this face? How effective is the disguise effect?" Yang Fan asked curiously.

Zheng Yaoshi said a little embarrassedly: "When I got this thing, I just treated it as a disguise mask, and I really don't know its specific origin. As for the disguise effect... I once wore this mask and hid it in front of the monks in the Concentration Stage."

"Maybe it's just an auxiliary spiritual weapon, without any powerful magical powers."

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

Zheng Yaoshi thought Yang Fan looked down on it and smiled bitterly: "This mask is already the only spiritual weapon that I can take. The rest of the magic weapons may not be able to get into the eyes of the young master."

He also understood that this strange thing was just a mask, at best, an auxiliary spiritual weapon, and could not have powerful magical powers and powers.

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

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

He had just visited this with his spiritual sense and found that the material of this disguise mask was extremely mysterious, probably far better than the lower-grade spiritual weapon Qingfeng Sword in his hand. It was just that the cultivator with a level lower than that of the Concentration Stage was difficult to see the clues. Zheng Yaoshi was just a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, and he didn't even have ordinary spiritual weapons, so he could not judge the true value of this mask and treated it completely as an auxiliary ordinary spiritual weapon.

Seeing Yang Fan say this, Zheng Yaoshi breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "In a few days, I will take my granddaughter with me to meet Yang Yaoshi, and let her see the world."

"I need to prepare when I set out." Yang Fan thought and asked.

After all, the Ghost Corpse Mountain is a large forbidden area nearby, and Yang Fan dared not entrust it.

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

Zheng Yaoshi pondered.

"Zheng Pharmacist might as well stay in 'Wuliu Town' for a few days, or help me with a medical treatment in my clinic. How about it?"

Yang Fan said with a little expectation that the other party was a famous pharmacist in the nearby immortal cultivation world. If he could see a doctor in his clinic for a few days, he would definitely increase the prestige of the "Puai Medical Center".

Zheng Yaoshi said in embarrassment: "My granddaughter is still in the 'Yuewu Villa'. I have some things to deal with, and I am afraid I can't stay here."

Yang Fan was a little disappointed when he saw him say this. It was impossible for all things in this world to operate according to his will, even the legendary immortal was no exception.

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

Yang Fan had long heard of the name of the taboo of Ghost Corpse Mountain. It is said that it is a place with extremely heavy yin energy. It is said that there is a thousand-year-old tomb in a certain place, and there are valuable treasures of cultivation.

According to some mortals, they saw female ghosts or evil ghosts at night, and even more so, they saw the bodies of walking dead...

In view of the characteristics of the Ghost Corpse Mountain, Yang Fan refined some spiritual pills 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 completed.

At this moment, it was already night, and Yang Fan suddenly realized that he had ignored a fact that he had to rush to "Rainfo Villa" in less than half a day.

I ride a horse at normal speed and walk on the official road. If I don’t have a whole day, I’m afraid I won’t be able to reach Yuwu Villa.

Because before the scattering of the ritual, he had always been a cultivator in the Concentration Stage, and could fly with swords and be extremely free, which made countless monks in Yangjiabao envious and jealous.

"flight?"

Yang Fan's eyes lit up.

If he flew to "Rainfo Villa", he should be able to arrive on time.

Thinking of this, he took out the disguise mask given by Master Zheng, injected magic power slightly, and pasted it on his face.

In an instant, he felt a thin layer of skin on his face blend into his skin without any slight resistance.

"So strange..."

Yang Fan showed a strange look on his face. He didn't look strange with this disguise mask. The mysterious material of the disguise mask seemed to be connected to his flesh and blood.

According to the practice of ordinary Qi Refining Cultivator, you need to reach out and inject mana into the mask to create an appearance.

However, Yang Fan has a soul realm of at the late stage of concentration, so he naturally does not need to be so laborious.

He immersed his spiritual sense into the disguise mask and changed his facial appearance according to his own ideas.

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

After a moment, a cold man with a face as sharp as a knife and a high nose bridge, about thirty years appeared in the mirror.

From a distance, the man looked cold and ruthless, with a coldness that kept people from thousands of miles away.

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

Will this disguise mask be just an ordinary spiritual weapon?

Yang Fan found that he had 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 demon monk."

"Since that's the case, 'he' is my second identity now, named 'Shi Qianhan'."

A black light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and the indoor air was suffocated. A ball of pure demonic energy suddenly grew in his dantian, and a domineering aura that looked down on the people and looked down on the world appeared on his body.

He spread his hands, looked up at the endless night sky outside the window, felt the unbridled domineering power flowing in his body, suppressed his body and mind for several months, and was able to relax briefly.

The devil's way, its wild and arrogant, its domineering and cruelty, and his contempt for the heavens.

He suddenly realized that this was his real self.

Shi Qianhan seemed to have an unusual meaning when Yang Fan gave this name.
Chapter completed!