That night, Yang Fan was wearing a black robe and a mysterious mask, blending into the night of Wuliu Town. He entered the omniscient mode and learned about the movements of wind and grass within a radius of hundreds of feet. His body was as elegant as a ghost, which was difficult for the earthly mortals to detect.

During this period, Yang Fan discovered that the unknown people who were originally surveillance of Wuliu Town had disappeared without a trace.

A few days ago, during the opening of the "Puai Medical Center", he found many suspicious people in Wuliu Town, most of which were sent by Yang Guang and Fatty Li to follow.

In addition, there are people sent by the Yang family in Kyoto to secretly monitor.

However, in recent days, the staff of the Yang family in Kyoto seemed to have been withdrawn for some reason.

"The world of immortal cultivation is calm and windless on the surface, but in fact it is turbulent and the wind and clouds are changing. Even a large force like the Yang family in Kyoto cannot be avoided..."

Yang Fan's mind was running rapidly, guessing that the Yang family in Kyoto might have been delayed because of something and had no intention of taking care of the matter here. Moreover, forces such as "Yangjiabao" were just a small family in a remote corner of Yuyang Country. Those of him may not be as good as the method.

For some reason, he would suddenly think of the "nameless forest" where the demonic energy gradually awakened.

That day, two cultivators from the Yang family in Kyoto fell in the "nameless forest" for no reason. This matter will definitely not be settled.

As for how the 'Kyoto Yang Family' would solve this problem, Yang Fan was very curious and could not estimate it in his heart, but he would not be so stupid as to return to the terrifying "nameless forest".

"This hot potato is to worry about in the 'Kyoto Yang Family'. I, a small Qi-refining monk, still practice with peace of mind, work hard to run a clinic, and silently gather strength..."

Yang Fan's figure merged into the darkness and left Wuliu Town in a short while.

Walking to a remote corner, he suddenly sacred a flying sword, with a spell in his hand, and his figure floated up and stepped on the Qingfeng sword.

Buzz ~

The three-foot flying sword suddenly burst out with a round light, and the flying sword doubled out of thin air, just enough to accommodate Yang Fan and stand alone.

Then, the Qingfeng sword light made a big comeback, and with a "huh", it flew towards the sky, and several feet out in a few breaths.

Faced with a gust of cold wind, each person and his sword flew higher and higher. In a short while, things on the ground became smaller and smaller, and even trees and houses became small.

The higher you fly, the wider the range you look down.

This is the first time that Yang Fan has flew so boldly since his resignation.

The sea is wide and the fish leaps, and the sky is high and the birds are flying.

At this moment, he was no longer the fallen genius, but a newly rising magical monk - Shi Qianhan.

During the flight, a black light flashed in his dark eyes, and a murderous aura was revealed on his body, but he was not allowed to let go. The pure demonic energy in his dantian continued to flow.

Although Yang Fan only had the cultivation level of the late stage of Qi Refining, the Qingfeng Sword under his feet had long been connected to his mind. In addition, his soul realm at the late stage of concentration, his flight speed was no slower than that of the early stage of concentration.

The magic aura on Yang Fan's body lasted for a while, and then it was deliberately restrained to avoid attracting the attention of some nearby monks. After all, the areas of Yangjia Castle and Yuwu Villa are mainly dominated by righteous monks.

After about an hour of flying, the terrain ahead changed. The flat ground gradually rose and fell, and there were more hills and the official road began to wind.

If you take the land route, it will be difficult to reach Yuwu Villa in less than one or two days.

Yang Fan has been to Yuwu Villa once or twice, but the route is not awkward, but it is a familiar old road.

When flying to a certain place, the sound of breaking through the air came faintly in front of him. Yang Fan's senses were strong, so he took the lead and deviated from the direction.

After a while, a blue light came towards us. A woman in the palace dress, about twenty-seven or eight years old, with a graceful figure and a colorful ribbon, flying by Yang Fan. The two were about dozens of feet apart.

The woman in the palace dress looked at Yang Fan with a little curious look. Seeing that the man looked cold, there was a sense of coldness that was blocking others from thousands of miles away, and her body felt a sense of murderous aura.

Yang Fan's spiritual consciousness swept away the woman, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He condensed his spiritual consciousness, and a pressure suddenly attacked the woman in the palace clothes in the middle stage of concentrating the mind.

The woman in the palace dress changed her expression and quickly calmed down. Under Yang Fan's powerful pressure, her delicate body paused slightly, and finally resisted, without losing her composure.

"Great perfection of concentration!"

The woman in the palace dress had a pale face and looked at Yang Fan with horror. She exclaimed: "Fellow Taoist, don't misunderstand, the little girl is not hostile."

"snort!"

Yang Fan snorted coldly, restrained his spiritual sense, no longer looked at the woman, and left with a proud and indifferent look on his face.

Seeing that the terrifying young man Li Sha had not taken action, after flying away with his sword, the woman in the palace breathed lightly, and her jade face still looked like she was still scared.

"This person is so terrible, his cultivation is unfathomable, and he is probably a decisive demon cultivator..."

Just now, she clearly felt the pressure of the Great Perfection of Concentration. If she fought against an enemy at this level, she would have no chance of winning at all, and she might even be killed by the opponent.

Without stopping, the woman in the palace dress quickly accelerated and did not dare to turn her head back. She flew away from afar, feeling uneasy and worried that the evil star would chase him.

After flying for several miles, Yang Fan also let out a sigh and murmured: "The cultivator in the middle stage of concentration has not much strength in his spiritual consciousness. Could it be that my soul realm is not the late realm, but the Great Perfection?"

He slowly expanded his spiritual consciousness, covering a mile of radius, pondered for a moment, and then said to himself: "It seems that my soul realm is higher than I imagined, and the spiritual consciousness extends a mile of radius, which may be the limit of the concentrating period."

In the spiritual confrontation just now, Yang Fan took the initiative to attack, immediately causing the woman in the palace dress in the middle stage to lose the courage to fight.

Indeed, there is a huge gap in strength between the mid-stage of concentration and the Great Perfection.

Of course, if the fight really starts, even three or five late-stage cultivators in the late-stage stage of Qi Refining will not withstand the interception of the middle-stage cultivators in the centralized state.

After another hour of flying, only a few dozen miles away from "Yuwu Villa". Yang Fan fell in a remote and deserted place, took back his spiritual weapon, started walking, and slowly walked towards Yuwu Villa.

At dawn, Yang Fan left the official road and headed towards the hilly area with continuous mountains and forests.

After walking for a while, the sky gradually became brighter. In Yang Fan's vision, a hazy villa standing halfway up the mountain appeared, shrouded in a cool morning mist. In the magnificence, there was a bit of mysterious ancient charm.

He knew that this was "Rainfog Villa".

Bypassing several hills and crossing a small river, Yang Fan finally arrived in front of the magnificent villa that looked like jade.

"Please come in with Mr. Yang, we will wait here for a long time."

When he came to the villa, two early Qi Refining servants were waiting aside, extremely respectful.

Yang Fan was a little surprised that these two people could recognize him. When he looked at it intently, he felt a little familiar.

It turned out that these two people were the two servants who came to Wuliu Town with Chu Yuyan that day to carry a stretcher.

Yang Fan nodded and said, "You lead the way."

He also understood that Yuwu Villa was a place with a stricter level and had extremely strict control over bloodlines. The people of the Chu family were equivalent to the noble royal family here, and other immortal cultivators were either disciples’ guest bedrooms or servants.

"Come here, please pick up Mr. Yang into the villa." One of the servants shouted loudly.

After talking, a four-person sedan chair came over.

"Please, please." The servant said respectfully, with true respect in his eyes. He had also seen Yang Fan's medical skills that day.

"Sit in a sedan?"

Yang Fan was slightly stunned, and was not polite. He raised his foot into the sedan chair and said to himself: "The people from Yuwu Villa really know how to enjoy..."
Chapter completed!