Chapter 185 The mysterious plaque

Yang Fan's spiritual sense was tightly locked in the grocery store near Xianhong Medical Center, and he was shocked.

He watched Butterfly Lian walk in, but inexplicably lost her trace and breath, as if she had disappeared out of thin air.

This grocery store is definitely unusual!

Thinking of this, Yang Fan left Xianhong Medical Center and rushed to the grocery store.

"Customer, what are you going to buy?" The grocery store clerk saw that Yang Fan was of good temperament.

A glimmer flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, looking at this seemingly ordinary store.

He felt very special when he was here, but he could not describe it in words.

This was just a vague feeling. In addition, in his eyes, this was an extremely ordinary store.

"I'm here to find a friend."

Yang Fan said lightly, ignoring the guy's call, and broke into the inside of the store.

"Come on, someone is robbing..." Seeing this, the guy shouted.

However, just halfway through the shouting, his voice suddenly stopped again.

Yang Fan was a little surprised, ignored him and continued walking inside.

After a while, he came to an empty room where he faintly captured the breath of the butterfly lotus, but suddenly disappeared.

However, in this room, he felt a dissipating wave of spiritual energy. Obviously, before this, someone had used spells or had a fight between immortal cultivators.

There was no one in the room.

"how so……"

Yang Fan felt incredible. In the omniscient mode, he just captured some clues that had just disappeared, and other than that, he could no longer find any clues.

The room of the spiritual consciousness was in a long time. Yang Fan withdrew his spiritual consciousness's gaze and sighed. There were too many things in this world that he could not understand.

From the secular world to the vast world of immortal cultivation, and from the world of immortal cultivation to the mysterious and unknown world, there are too many things that he needs to explore step by step, which requires a certain foundation of strength.

After sighing, Yang Fan left the grocery store, and the shopkeeper and the clerk in the store surprisingly did not stop him.

Yang Fan was determined to catch the shopkeeper and interrogate it, but when he thought about the mysterious and powerful nature of the "Dark Blood Dynasty" and the strangeness of the store, he gave up this idea.

Not long after he left, light and shadow flashed in the empty room before, butterfly's figure suddenly appeared, and the mysterious man with a deep gaze.

"I didn't expect him to find some clues..." the mysterious man murmured.

"I'm scared!" Dielian patted her chest, looking lingering in fear.

"You are not needed in Kyoto for the time being. If you want, you will set out tomorrow and head to the 'Nine Netherworld Secret Realm'."

The mysterious man pondered.

"Nine Netherworld Secret Realm?" Butterfly's eyes trembled, and there was a little expectation in their eyes.

"Well, the Nine Nether Secret Realm is an unprecedented challenge for low-level cultivators. No matter whether they can benefit from it or not, as long as they can come out, they will definitely become an elite in the immortal world in the future, and they may even have the hope of becoming one of the higher-level cultivators."

The mysterious man said in a deep voice: "If you are afraid or timid, you can choose to give up now, but within two hundred years, there is only one chance."

"Master, Butterfly Lotus is willing." Butterfly Lotus said with firm eyes.

"The journey to the Nine Netherworld is full of dangers. With your wit and strength, your chances of survival will not exceed 50%. Moreover, you are not going for me, but fighting for yourself. You have to think clearly." The mysterious man said lightly.

"Butterfly Lotus has made a decision. Instead of staying in the introductory stage of immortal cultivation, it is better to try your best."

A bright spot bloomed in the butterfly lotus' bright eyes, which seemed to contain the brilliance of dreams.

"Okay, I deserve to be a disciple I value."

The mysterious masked man chuckled, his body turned into a fog of light and shadow, disappearing indoors.

Butterfly stayed inside for a while, took a pill, hurriedly left the store, and then left Kyoto directly.

...

Yang Fan stood in front of the window on the fifth floor of Xianhong Medical Center, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his spiritual sense captured the existence of Butterfly Lotus.

However... this time, Butterfly Lotus no longer appears as an ordinary woman, but is a cultivator in the late stage of concentrating the mind.

In the late stage of concentration!

Yang Fan took a deep breath. After coming to Kyoto, he found that the Yangjiabao was so small.

Any teenage girl has the cultivation level of the late stage of concentration, comparable to the elder level of Yangjiabao.

The land of Kyoto is worthy of being the center of the Yuyang Kingdom’s immortal cultivation world. There are countless experts in this area.

Since Butterfly Lian has left Xianhong Medical Center, there is no need for Yang Fan to continue pursuing this matter so as not to cause more trouble.

That night, a staggering figure walked back to the clinic, covered in wounds.

It's Hu Fei.

"The battle is over?" Yang Fan asked curiously.

It seems that Hu Fei lost again.

"I...I won!" Hu Fei's face was pale, but his face showed a proud expression.

Win?

Yang Fan was a little suspicious.

He was very clear about Wushuang's strength. With his perfect body and strong fighting will, he still had the power to compete with even those of the monks in the early stage of foundation building.

"I'll treat your injuries." Yang Fan put his hand on his shoulder and found that Hu Fei's trauma was very serious, with two parts penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

With his physique comparable to the monsters of the same level, he was so traumatized that it is conceivable how sharp Wushuang's attack is.

"You won, and you were even injured so seriously, what about Wushuang?"

Yang Fan said slightly surprised.

"He...he's dead...can't die." Hu Fei smiled and said, "Thanks to your clinic's tricks...the sign."

"Signboard?" Yang Fan said with a little confusion: "You are talking about the plaque of Xianhong Medical Center."

"Yes." Hu Fei said excitedly: "It made me suddenly... realize my skills... increase greatly, so I beat... and defeated Wushuang."

An enlightenment? It's all OK!

Yang Fan was shocked, but he didn't expect that his clinic would have such a great effect.

"No... I won't lie to you!" Hu Fei said seriously.

"Okay, I believe in you."

Yang Fan did not engage in more trouble in this matter. The few words on the plaque of Xianhong Medical Hall injected the artistic conception and mystery of his own despicable martial arts. It is not too surprising to be able to have an epiphany of the unconventional martial arts.

"I... After I left, the killer didn't... touch you, right?" Hu Fei suddenly thought of what Yang Fan had encountered and asked on his own initiative.

"I've been here, I've left." Yang Fan said lightly, pointing at the crack on the floor.

"It's so... it's so hateful!" Hu Fei was furious, "Fortunately you... you're fine."

"There is another last assassination." Yang Fan said with a little concern: "The first assassination, the man only used 30% of his strength, and the second time, he only exerted 60% of his power. As for the last time, he would attack with all his strength..."

"He wants to dare... dare to come, I will beat him up!"

Hu Fei said grinning.

Yang Fan smiled and continued to heal his wounds. After half an hour, Hu Fei's injuries healed and he immediately jumped up.

Just as Hu Fei was cured, Yang Fan suddenly felt a strange breath and hurriedly looked outside the clinic.

At this moment, in front of Xianhong Medical Center, a young man in white dressed as snow was standing, carrying a sword, with a weak face. There was a silver giant eagle in the sky, occasionally making a loud hissing.

Unparalleled?

Both Yang Fan and Hu Fei were stunned.

"He should have come to me to treat his injuries," Yang Fan whispered to himself.

Hu Fei was about to make a call, but Yang Fan pressed his shoulder: "Wait..."

Wushuang stood in front of the clinic, her eyes were like the abyss shrouded in the mist, mysterious and profound.

At this moment, he stared blankly at the words "Xianhong Medical Center" on the plaque, and his whole body seemed to be trapped in a quagmire and could not extricate himself.

"He may be enlightening..."

Yang Fan looked at Wushuang who was intoxicated by the wonderful artistic conception.

"He...he also...there was an epiphany!" Hu Fei opened his mouth wide, looking shocked.

He had also had an epiphany because of this plaque, and then went into seclusion, and his cultivation increased sharply, but he was still narrowly better than Wushuang once.

And now, this perverted Wushuang has also had an epiphany because of this plaque.

If the epiphany is successful, will his strength increase a lot?

Wushuang had a long enlightenment, and until late at night, he still stood there blankly, motionless, like a sculpture.
To be continued...