The Yang Family Fortress Master

Things change often beyond expectations.

I don’t know how Lin Zhong and Liu Manxiang got through last night, and they actually made up together early this morning.

What surprised Yang Fan even more was that these two people found themselves and actually came to thank him.

"Mr. Yang, as an immortal cultivator, Manxiang finally understands Brother Lin's difficulties and your good intentions back then."

Liu Manxiang said with a clear look on her face and a sincere tone.

"If I had been with Brother Lin, Manxiang would have aged a little bit, with aging and yellowish person, and even gray hair, becoming an old man in a few years, and moving towards death step by step... This would bring great pain to Brother Lin, and I would also drag down his progress in the path of immortality." When Liu Manxiang said this, she looked lingering in fear on her face, and she could not even imagine the terrible consequences.

When I was young, I was always desperate for the consequences.

If Yang Fan hadn't stopped him at the beginning, he would have really brought the two together...

Then, Lin Zhong will fail in the immortal path, and watch his beloved die aging little by little, and he will be too regretful; Liu Manxiang will die in guilt and pain.

The love of immortals and mortals is why it is called "tag love" in the world of immortal cultivation for thousands of years? This is a lesson left by countless blood and tears.

"Fortunately, Man Xiang has a good fortune. He went out to find the immortals and embarked on the path of immortals. Today, he was able to overlap with me, thanks to Mr. Yang's tips on that day."

Lin Zhong also sighed.

After hearing this, Yang Fan smiled: "After a disaster, you finally got married and became a couple of monks in the future. They will promote and complement each other. They will surely join hands to enter the path of immortality."

Lin Zhong and Liu Manxiang looked at each other and smiled, the latter a little embarrassed.

Yang Fan couldn't help but envy these two people. Although there were obstacles and disasters between them, they could make their relationship deeper.

At this moment, he suddenly recalled Yun Yuxi's smile and Deng Shiyao's stubbornness and toughness in threatening him with a dagger...

Yang Fan sighed and took out a jade slip from the storage bag.

"I have a set of dual cultivation here, which is very mysterious and is very helpful for breaking through the bottleneck of cultivation. Now I will give it to you."

"Thank you, Mr. Yang." Lin Zhong felt secretly happy when he took this thing, but he was a little embarrassed.

Of course, Liu Manxiang understood the purpose of dual cultivation. Her whole face blushed and blood was buried in Lin Zhong's arms.

"This set of *** was given by a friend of mine, a friend of mine. The *** in the jade slip can benefit each other and only make up for one side." Yang Fan explained.

It's a long story. This dual cultivation method was forced to give to him when he saw him off at Tianleyuan.

"I don't know where Manxiang's *** inherits it?"

Yang Fan's eyes swept away Liu Manxiang, and felt that the aura on her body was a little familiar.

Liu Manxiang replied: "Ghost and Fantasy Gate."

"Ghost Sect?" Yang Fan frowned slightly.

When he was in the Nine Nether Secret Realm, he had some conflicts with the cultivators of the Ghost Fantasy Sect, and even killed the Ghost Fantasy Sect genius who practiced the "Dream Soul Technique".

Afterwards, the powerful Ghost Sect also pursued this matter.

"Mr. Yang, my senior sister wants to see you." Liu Manxiang suddenly remembered something and said to Yang Fan.

"Let her come in." Yang Fan's tone was very plain.

With his senses, how could he not know that another female cultivator of the Ghost Fantasy Sect was waiting outside.

Soon, a purple-clothed cultivator with a cold face walked in and looked at Yang Fan with a little bad look.

Yang Fan looked at her with a smile: "What's wrong with the girl to see Yang?"

"Hmph, Shi Qianhan, you killed my senior sister thirty years ago, and now *** returns to Yuyang. There is such a deep hatred. Be prepared and wait for the masters I sent to chase."

The purple-clothed cultivator had a cold and arrogant expression, and his tone contained murderous intent.

"Hahaha..." Yang Fan laughed loudly, and the smile in his eyes gave people a sarcastic and sarcastic meaning: "Chasing me?"

"Yang is waiting in Wuliu Town, see if you are a monk from the Ghost Fantasy Sect dare to come?"

Yang Fan's leisurely and calm way.

After returning to Wuliu Town, he had already learned that there was a Golden Elixir Elder in the Ghost Fantasy Sect. When his life was about to end, he suddenly realized, broke through the bottleneck, and entered the Nascent Soul Stage.

This matter is just a rumor, or something from two or three years ago, and even the people from the Dark Blood Dynasty cannot be confirmed.

However, Yang Fan thought to himself that before he could find out his true strength, the old Nascent Soul monster in the Ghost Fantasy Sect would definitely not take action without authorization.

Since Yang Fan dared to return to Northern Qin, he might have stepped into the Nascent Soul. If this is true, other Nascent Soul monsters would not easily take action because of a disciple of a sect.

The old monster in the Nascent Soul stage exists as a deterrent force in a sect or family. The confrontation between them will not easily start a war unless it is absolutely necessary.

"Hmph, you are very arrogant and want to compete with my entire ghost magic sect with your own strength?"

The female cultivator in purple snorted coldly, waved her sleeves and left.

"Senior sister! Senior sister..." Liu Manxiang chased after her with an anxious look on her face.

"This woman didn't know that the world was good, so she dared to be rude to the young master." Lin Zhong sneered.

Yang Fan said lightly: "What are you afraid of a ghost and magic gate? If it dares to invade, I will destroy it!"

"Destroy the family?" Lin Zhong fought a cold war.

You know, this Ghost Fantasy Sect is also a first-class sect in Yuyang Country.

Suddenly, he looked at Yang Fan with horror: "Young Master, you haven't seen each other for thirty years. Could it be that you have entered the advanced level of Nascent Soul..."

When he talked about the four words "Advanced Nascent Soul", his voice was a little trembling.

"That's right." Yang Fan sneered: "You haven't gone out to stare at me yet, be careful that Manxiang was taken back to the Ghost Fantasy Sect by that senior sister."

"Yes." Lin Zhong suppressed the horror and excitement in his heart and hurriedly chased him out.

Yang Fan was so leisurely that he stood up and walked into the clinic.

In the morning, Wuliu Town, there were already many abortions in the market, and there were also many people who were seeing a doctor.

Yang Fan discovered that there were also a few cultivators who came to the clinic for treatment.

To cultivate immortals, heal their injuries and diseases, they need to pay spiritual stones.

In addition to Zheng Xiaoman, there are also several pharmacists in the Immortal Cultivation World in the clinic, and Lin Zhong is also half a pharmacist.

When Yang Fan walked over, the pharmacist and apprentice in the clinic looked at him with admiration.

Yang Fan watched for a while, nodded, and murmured to himself: "When will I go to Kyoto to see it? I don't know what the situation is now in my 'Xianhong Medical Center'."

In fact, he still has many places to go, but the situation is unstable now and he cannot leave without authorization.

First of all, Yang Fan must reorganize the "Dark Blood Dynasty" and take back power.

The Dark Blood Dynasty is the hard work of his father Yang Tian, ​​and it is also his news website in Beiqin. It is also one of the capitals for competing with the Sanyou Old Demon and the Demon Yang Sect.

Just as Yang Fan was checking in the clinic, a chaotic quarrel came from the streets of Wuliu Town.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Fan looked sideways.

"Master Yang is here--"

At some point, a loud shout came from the street ahead.

I saw a hundred feet away from the end of the street, a luxury sedan with golden scales was leaping in the air, flying over the eaves and walls, heading straight to Puai Medical Center.

"Master Yang! It is the legendary immortal master who controls an immortal master..."

Some mortals in Wuliu Town looked up at each other.

Of course, Yang Fan could see that the luxurious golden-scale sedan chair was an auxiliary magic weapon. Below the sedan chair, there were four sedan chairmen in the late stage of Qi refining. They flew over the eaves and walked between the walls, making the sedan chair feel like walking on flat ground.

"The owner of the Yang family fort arrived--"

A loud voice sounded again, and behind the golden-scale luxury sedan were eight immortal cultivators, all of whom were blue shirts, with extraordinary momentum.

"It's Master Yang, I'll go out to greet him." Zheng Xiaoman put down his friend and walked out of the clinic.

But she soon saw Yang Fan and said unexpectedly: "Master, you are here too."

"Yes, I'm going to go to Yangjiabao, but I didn't expect him to receive the news so soon."

Yang Fan smiled.

Swish--

Soon, the luxurious golden-scale sedan chair fell steadily in front of the Puai Medical Center as it soared.

At this moment, the mortals and a few cultivators near Puai Medical Center were silent and staring at the sedan chair.

There was silence on the field.

A sedan chair bearer opened the curtain and walked out of the sedan chair with a man and a woman.

The man was wearing a loose black suit and tall figure. He was about thirty years old. His eyes were calm and energetic, and he had the temperament of a superior person.

Those who are interested will find that this man is somewhat similar to Yang Fan in terms of appearance, but his temperament and charm are very different.

The woman was wearing a colorful palace dress, looking like a flower and jade, noble and extraordinary, with a faint sense of arrogance between her eyebrows, giving people an unattainable feeling.
To be continued...