Chapter 111 Great Perfection, Ghost Corpse Path

Zheng Xiaoman looked at Yang Fan in a daze, as if he was trapped in a mud and could not extricate himself. In fact, there were storm waves and unprecedented shock in her heart.

Since the age of three, Zheng Xiaoman was infused with her grandfather's knowledge of medical arts and plants, and read and recited a large number of classical books. At the age of five, she truly entered the path of medical skills and began to learn various medical skills, such as acupuncture, blood circulation techniques, etc. Since then, she even ruined her youth in this way.

Over the past decade, Zheng Yaoshi has taught her all the medical methods and experiences he has worked hard throughout her life, and she often sent her granddaughter to practice medicine in various places. Gradually, she is no longer limited to medical theory, but also has rich medical experience...

It is precisely because of this that she has extraordinary foundation and attainments in medical science, far beyond the limits she can imagine at her age.

At this moment, when she saw Yang Fan's way of curing the cultivators, she was completely shocked.

Before she could even see clearly the means of expelling zombie corpse qi, Yang Fan had already ended.

The next trauma fracture, she opened her eyes wide, held her breath, watched from behind Yang Fan, watching every move and detail of him.

The injured man had his arm broken by a zombie, his bones shattered, and his corpse gas eroded. Even if he had been Zheng Yaoshi and others, it would be quite difficult.

However, in front of Yang Fan, his slender and fair hands seemed to have the magical effect of rejuvenation. He used the technique of connecting tendons and bones to repair the shattered bones in just a few breaths.

Yang Fan was extremely focused. At this moment, his heartbeat even accelerated. The treatment speed of the "Jade Bone Technique" was much slower than before, but the growth of his cultivation was unambiguous, and he approached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining little by little.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

In addition to leaving a trace of thought on the outside world, Yang Fan's energy and spirit were unprecedentedly concentrated, turning the dead wood qi to the limit.

Because he understands that a breakthrough is coming.

Huh!

One breath...two breaths...

The bones were already connected and the repair was almost done.

At this moment, an amazing highlight condensed in Yang Fan's eyes. The dead wood skill that had been operating for a long time was controlled by the changes in the aura generated by the advancement of cultivation. Unless it is a person whose realm is far higher than that of him, it will be difficult to detect this subtle change.

breakthrough!

Great perfection of Qi Refining!

Yang Fan let out a sip of turbid air, the highlights in his eyes dimmed, and suppressed the excitement in his heart.

The Great Perfection of Qi Refining has been in less than half a year since it was lost to its own cultivation to now.

Such a cultivation speed is almost ten times faster than when Yang Fan was a family genius.

Even the legendary "Heavenly Spirit Root" person will be saddened by such a speed of cultivation.

"If I go further, it will be the Concentration Period. From now on, I can soar in the cultivation world. There are definitely only a handful of people in the Yangjiabao area that can bring real harm to me."

Yang Fan seemed to see endless hope and possibilities for the future.

However, he also understood that he still needed to be low-key and calm. If such a cultivation speed could be discovered by those who are interested, it would bring endless troubles to him.

Fortunately, he now has two identities, one is a kind pharmacist who saves the world and saves people, and the other is a cold and domineering rookie of the rise of the magical path, Shi Qianhan.

If someone stops his pace, Yang Fan will not hesitate to send out his second identity to eradicate all enemies and crises.

After the injury was connected to the injured, Yang Fan used two "Rain Dew Techniques" lightly to deal with the trauma.

When everything was over, when Yang Fan stood up, the injured monk waved his arm, looking ecstatic: "I...my arms..."

"This...how is this possible?"

Zheng Xiaoman has not yet awakened from the shock.

The more an expert who is versed in medicine, the more he can understand the meaning represented by Yang Fan's understatement of medical skills.

At this moment, the injured person, even a scar was not seen in the injured area. He stood up intact, looking in disbelief.

After Yang Fan successfully advanced, he stood up and observed the battle situation on the field.

Under the restraint of the two great cultivators in the Concentration Stage, the two zombies were beaten to pieces and retreated step by step.

Especially the zombie Hu Fei dealt with, his body was charred, and the slightest ray of lightning completely suppressed him without temper.

Hu Fei even sacrificed a fiery red and crystal flying sword, which was a low-grade spiritual weapon. With the blessing of the thunder and lightning magical power, it produced a more powerful thunder and fire.

Thunder and Fire are definitely the biggest nemesis of ghost corpses and other objects. They are completely nakedly ravaged against zombies of the same level.

Amidst the roars, the zombie fell down and died under the attack of numerous magic weapons and spell waves.

After dealing with the zombie in front of him, Hu Fei led Chu Yuyan and others to immediately attack another zombie that was confronting Chu Qiuran and others.

"Take it... and take your life!"

Hu Fei's stuttering voice came, forming a strange contrast with the powerful power on him.

Just as he was about to set off, a black fog suddenly fell from the sky, and a burst of unrestrained laughter came: "Hahaha... You junior, don't hurt this best two hundred-year-old iron-armored zombie, I want this thing!"

call!

A powerful gust of wind accompanied by the rolling gloomy black fog drove everyone away. They looked up at the sky, with a look of astonishment on their faces.

The black fog broke through, showing a fat-faced Taoist priest with several storage bags on his waist. He looked down proudly at the three generations of the Rainfo Villa below, his eyes cold.

When Yang Fan saw the appearance of this fat-faced Taoist priest, he couldn't help but feel a sudden sudden feeling in his heart. Isn't this person the figure he saw in the sky on the way to "Xiuyu Pavilion" last time?

At that time, he killed the seriously injured Qi Refining Great Perfection young man in the wilderness, and tried to use the "Rain Dew Technique" to treat the corpse, but some strange changes were produced. So Yang Fan immediately left, a little uneasy in the middle of the journey, and suddenly felt a sense of sight, and saw the fat Taoist priest who was driving the black fog in the sky.

"Ghost Corpse Cultivator!"

Chu Qiuran exclaimed and asked, "I dare to ask the seniors that have a great name. We are the three generations of children of "Yuwu Villa" and come here to try."

The rest of the people were immediately afraid to speak.

"Yuwu Villa?" A strange color flashed through the eyes of the fat-faced monk, and he snorted softly: "It turns out that he is Chu Hanyue's descendant. I didn't expect to meet you and others in the Ghost Corpse Mountain. You should retreat aside. This two hundred-year-old iron-armored zombie is the best material for corpse refining."

After saying that, he ignored these people and pinched his hands with his hands, shot a strange green fire out of his hand, and rushed into the zombie's body that had already lost its combat power in the blink of an eye.

Wow~

The zombie let out an unwilling roar and struggled desperately on the ground, trying to get rid of the control of the fat-faced Taoist.

But however, the other party's cultivation level was much higher than that of him. In addition, after the battle just now, he only resisted for a moment and stood staggering like a puppet.

The fat-faced monk showed satisfaction on his face and reached out to pat a special black storage bag on his waist.

Suddenly, a gloomy aura descended in a black mist and enveloped the zombie.

call!

When the black mist and gloomy aura disappeared, the two hundred-year-old iron-armored zombie just now disappeared.

After doing this, the fat-faced monk glanced at everyone and fell on Hu Fei's face, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Hu Fei couldn't help but shuddered, but suddenly grinned, his eyes were fierce, and he waved his hands to demonstrate to the fat-faced monk, looking ready to try.

The fat-faced monk's face darkened, and he looked at Hu Fei carefully, his eyes showing a look of surprise.

"Senior, don't be surprised, this is how my junior brother is..."

Chu Qiuran quickly explained.

The fat-faced monk showed a sudden look and said to himself: "It turns out that there are some problems with his brain, no wonder he is not afraid of himself..."

Ao!

Suddenly, Hu Fei let out a sharp roar, his eyes turned red, his body jumped up like a monkey, his palms intertwined with thunder and lightning, directly killing the fat-faced monk.

"don't want!"

"stop!"

Chu Qiuran and a monk from Yuwu Villa were shocked and shouted.

Bang bang!

Hu Fei's body was swirling with thunderstorms, extremely fierce, and rushed into the black mist above his head. The purple lightning spread, and it actually broke through the black mist.

Yang Fan couldn't help but look shocked. This scene was exactly the same as when he first met Hu Fei.

"Looking for death!" The fat-faced monk looked angry, and with a light wave of his sleeves, a powerful and gloomy wind whistled down.

Bang!

With the two forces intertwined, Hu Fei was knocked down like a ball, his body was sinking half a meter underground, his clothes were broken, his face was covered in dust, but he still roared.

It is obvious that these two people are clearly not on the same level. Even though Hu Fei greatly restrained the other party in terms of magical powers, he still could not withstand the other party's understatement.

Ao!

The next moment, Hu Fei jumped up again, his aura increased instead of eliminating, and a stubborn aura aroused.

"Hu Fei! Stop!"

At this time, Chu Qiuran and others rushed over and held Hu Fei tightly, and did not let him take action no matter what.

"This boy is really fierce and has mastered such a terrifying and pure thunder and lightning magical power..." The fat-faced monk looked gloomy and seemed to have a great murderous intent.

However, he was also worried and stared at Hu Fei intently. Suddenly, he felt a taboo force trembling in his body. If the other party fought with such a tenacious and unafraid of death, it would probably lead to unimaginable consequences.

Yang Fan naturally entered the omniscient mode, and at a certain moment, he felt a heart-pounding power from his body.

"What secret is hidden in this boy?"

Yang Fan thought to himself, his face showing a deep thought.

After a moment, Hu Fei withdrew from that crazy state, but the eyes of the fat-faced Taoist priest were filled with hostility.

The fat-faced Taoist sneered: "I don't know you well. I have been following you for a long time. Is it a thousand-year-old tomb?"

After saying that, his eyes fell on the strange mountain baggage.

Just now, the two zombies with two hundred-year-old iron armor came out of this gap.
Chapter completed!