Chapter 183: Life and Death (Central)

Huh ~

The mysterious black whip was silent, like a poisonous snake in the dark night, stretching one or two feet out of thin air, hitting a certain place in the artificial river.

Bo~

The calm river surface was pierced through a huge gap, with turbulent waves and splashing water. A vague black shadow flew several feet away with a "swoosh", and then divided into four, running in four directions.

Yang Fan looked at a dark shadow and forced him away.

Seeing this scene, the black shadow suddenly accelerated a little. Under the moonlight, Yang Fan faintly saw an extremely ordinary face, with a slight surprise on his face, obviously surprised that Yang Fan noticed his hiding and distinguished the true body in the phantom clone.

“Two more times.”

The black shadow paused and said in a stiff tone. A cold light flashed in his eyes, which made Yang Fan feel like he was staring at by a poisonous snake.

After saying that, the shadow turned into a hazy phantom, which was so fast that Yang Fan could not reach. He escaped from his senses in a few breaths.

"This assassin is even so fast, and with the hidden technique and the wonderful phantom clone, even if he encounters a monk who is stronger than him, he can still fight and win."

Yang Fan's expression became more and more serious. The silver medal killer has only taken action once and will assassinate himself twice.

After learning about the true strength of the assassin, Yang Fan was no longer as confident as before.

Watching the assassin leave, Yang Fan walked across the bridge on the artificial river, but still did not relax and came to the royal palace guest area.

That night, he didn't care about anything and called Hu Fei out.

"I...I'm in seclusion!" Hu Fei said with some displeasure.

Yang Fan glanced at him and showed a strange look: "You are so comfortable here to retreat. You have been practicing to the late stage of concentration so quickly, but I was just being chased."

"You... are you being chased... chased?" Hu Fei's expression changed and he asked, "Who is it?"

"The silver medal killer of the Dark Blood Dynasty, an extremely terrifying enemy." Yang Fan said lightly: "He has attacked me. According to convention, he will attack me twice."

"He...where is he? Let me help you...kill him!" Hu Fei said with a bright look, and there was a crazy fighting spirit in his eyes.

"This assassin is interested in sneak attacks, never attacks head-on, and he fails to get out of one attack, so he escapes immediately, very decisive. As for when he will take action next time, no one can predict." Yang Fan's face smiled a little bitterly: "He is also a strong man in the Foundation Establishment Stage. I don't want to kill him, I just want to save my life first."

"Building...the foundation building stage?" Hu Fei's face showed a hint of astonishment, as if he was a little afraid.

Indeed, even if one fights two, the strong men in the foundation-building stage can defeat two cultivators in the late stage of concentration.

As early as the Thousand Years Tomb of the Ghost Corpse Mountain, they had seen the strength of the Foundation Establishment Cultivator. At that time, the fat ghost can only exert half of its strength due to the martial arts, and forced the two of them to danger.

At this moment, the "silver killer" of the Dark Blood Dynasty was at least twice as powerful as the Fat Ghost Dao, and his actions were even more weird.

"Yes, starting today, we two must join forces to deal with the assassin, so that we can increase our chances of winning." Yang Fan said with a serious expression.

Hu Fei nodded and said confidently: "I will definitely protect... protect you."

Study room of the Yanwang Mansion.

Swish!

A shadow-like man appeared indoors out of thin air.

"Report to the prince, Yang Yaoshi returned to the mansion to find Master Hu Xianshi. He was assassinated by the 'silver killer' of the Dark Blood Dynasty in the mansion and suffered heavy injuries. Then near the artificial river, Yang Yaoshi discovered the assassin's hiding place and took the initiative to resolve the crisis..."

King Yan sat at the desk and pondered: "The silver medal killer has almost never made any mistakes in Kyoto. He has even succeeded the foundation-building elders of the four major families. This is really not simple. He actually avoided the attack of the "silver medal killer" and also saw through the lurking."

That night, Yang Fan stayed in the royal palace.

All night, Yang Fan sat cross-legged and while practicing the Immortal Hong Jue, he spread his senses and locked everything in this area in case that the moment came again.

The next morning, Yang Fan returned to Xianhong Medical Center with Hu Fei.

The opening was grandly opened yesterday. The Xianhong Medical Center and the name of Kyoto's No. 1 miracle doctor were so powerful that the medical community was influential. There were endless people coming to see the doctor, including many immortal cultivators.

Yang Fan inspected the clinic for a while and found that there was a shortage of manpower, and both apprentices and pharmacists were very tight.

So, Yang Fan sent people to recruit pharmacists and apprentices in Kyoto, and also asked Cheng Laoxian to help him find some candidates.

The first day passed, and Xianhong Medical Center made a profit of 500 silver and 100 spirit stones.

Yang Fan didn't take the money he earned seriously, but he received one hundred spirit stones on the first day of his official opening, which made him feel relieved.

Of course, pharmacists in the clinic have to distribute spirit stones every month.

Yang Fan could imagine that with the expansion of the staff of the clinic and the rise of fame, he would definitely earn more spirit stones at that time.

"This is simply huge profit..."

Yang Fan was secretly happy that his original intention of opening a clinic was just to improve his cultivation, and earning spirit stones was an unexpected surprise.

Spirit stones are the currency in the world of immortal cultivation. With enough spirit stones, you can trade more Immortal cultivation materials, magic weapons, props, heavenly and earth treasures, etc.

In a blink of an eye, more than half a month passed. During this period, the business of the clinic was getting better and better. The reputation of the No. 1 miracle doctor attracted many immortal cultivators.

Yang Fan was sitting on the fourth floor of the clinic, and he was not willing to take action at all. Now, the only things that can bring him the improvement of his cultivation are those above the Concentration Stage, or other low-level cultivators with extremely serious injuries.

In more than half a month, Yang Fan, the only boss, actually earned more than 2,000 spirit stones, which is not counting the hundreds of spirit stones distributed.

Now, Yang Fan has a little capital. He occasionally goes to the Xiuxian Market in Kyoto to buy some materials, talismans and other props.

However, the only thing that made Yang Fan uneasy was the silver medal killer who was secretly peeking out.

In the past half a month, several times have he felt the murderous intent that appeared out of thin air.

Fortunately, Hu Fei was almost inseparable from him, and the silver medal killer had never found the best opportunity to take action.

But one day, this peaceful state was broken.

"What? Are you going to fight Wushuang again?"

Yang Fan's face showed a strange look.

"Yes...yes!" Hu Fei said with a persistent look: "This...this is my appointment with him...."

Yang Fan sighed lightly: "Go and go back quickly."

"It's better to go with me!" Hu Fei hesitated: "I'm afraid that the killer...the killer will take advantage of the opportunity!"

Yang Fan thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Forget it, what should come will come eventually."

"Okay, you...you be careful."

Hu Fei left Xianhong Medical Center that day.

Yang Fan stood in front of the window on the fifth floor of the clinic, his eyes were distant, looking towards the direction of Kyoto's "Hanyuan Mountain", and murmured: "It's three months left..."

But at this moment, a murderous intent flashed out of thin air in his mind, and his vest became cold.
Chapter completed!