"The injuries on your body are no longer serious. There are still a few pills for healing the wounds here, which are specially designed to treat internal injuries. You can take them."

Yang Fan said lightly, took out a few elixirs from the storage bag and handed them to Lin Zhong.

"Thank you, young master!" Lin Zhong was very grateful, but was also extremely surprised: "Young master, your treatment method was too clever and a miracle. The injury, which had taken a year or two to recover, was cured by you in a short while."

Yang Fan simply sat beside him, put his hand on Lin Zhong's meridians, and after a while, he pondered: "I don't have the spell to heal internal injuries yet. This little elixir can only speed up the recovery of internal injuries. Now you are beginning to absorb the medicinal power of the elixir, and I will use my power to help you."

Lin Zhong was a little embarrassed: "Young Master, you have treated most of my injuries. The rest only needs to be recuperated for some time. Why do you need to consume your energy? If Fatty Li or Hu Banxian and others come to find fault during this period, what should we do?"

Yang Fan snorted: "I hope they come to the door and wait until your injury heals before dealing with these things."

In a vague sense, there was a fierce and murderous aura on his body, which made Lin Zhong feel uneasy.

Then, Lin Zhong sat cross-legged, and his Qiyun Dantian began to digest the effect of the healing elixir.

In fact, given Lin Zhong's previous injuries, if he had been a general powerful monk who took some spiritual pills, he could recover his injuries within one or two months. However, as a casual cultivator, he would be lucky to be able to practice until the Qi Refining Stage. Where can he get some good quality healing pills?

Yang Fan had some capital in his hands, some of which were given by his master and Yangjiabao before, and some of which were the gains of his trip this time.

After the clinic stabilizes, Yang Fan will start to refine alchemy. He has a large number of materials and medicinal materials in his hand, and there are many rare materials. He can already refine some precious spiritual pills in the "Alchemy Chapter".

Yang Fan's eyes were closed, and the mist of life in his body turned into a trickle of water, entering Lin Zhong's body, and soon came to the internal wound to help the medicine recover from the injury. At the same time, the trickle of water transformed by the mist of life was also nourishing and restoring Lin Zhong's injuries.

About half an hour later, Yang Fan let out a light breath, withdrew his hand, and there were a few beads of sweat on his forehead.

Lin Zhong opened his eyes one after another, his complexion was rosy and his complexion returned to normal.

With a "live", he stood up, his eyes were bright and filled with a sense of fighting: "Young Master, with you joining this time, we don't have to be afraid of Fatty Li and Hu Banxian."

Now that his injuries have healed, he is naturally in a high spirit of fighting.

"Calm, calm."

Yang Fan stood beside him with his hands behind his back, but his face was as calm as before.

“Young Master, you mean…”

Lin Zhong was a little confused. Could it be that Yang Fan still had to endure it?

"I have a few magic weapons here, so you have time to refine them."

Yang Fan took out three magic weapons from the storage bag: a small clock, a small red sword, and a blue bead

When Lin Zhong saw these three magic weapons, his eyes lit up. As a casual cultivator, he rarely owned one or two magic weapons in his hands.

However, when he concentrated on distinguishing the quality and level of this magic weapon, his eyes were stunned for a moment and said ecstaticly: "Young Master, these are all top-grade magic weapons. Do you want to give me all of them?"

Lin Zhong was a little unbelievable. These were three top-grade magic weapons. Even ordinary late-stage qi cultivators may not have this level magic weapon.

Moreover, the magic weapon given by Yang Fan is very comprehensive. The little clock is a defensive magic weapon and has certain attack powers. The red small sword is obviously a fire-type attack magic weapon with a fierce attack power.

As for the blue bead, Lin Zhong guessed that it was an auxiliary magic weapon, but he could not guess the effect of this bead.

"Haha, since you want to start a war, how can you not prepare weapons? Just the broken copper and iron on you still want to compete with a monk like Fatty Li, who has a wealth of family background?"

Yang Fan said with a smile.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Lin Zhong was extremely surprised and invisibly developed a sense of admiration and gratitude to Yang Fan.

As a casual cultivator, he only had one or two barely complete inferior magic weapons in his hand, and he didn't even have a complete set of martial arts.

However, Yang Fan gave him all these missing. The two previous sets of practice techniques made him accumulate years of hardship and played a role. His cultivation has improved a lot. He has reached the peak of the early stage of Qi Refining, and is only one step away from the middle stage of Qi Refining.

At this moment, Yang Fan gave him even the extremely precious top-grade spiritual weapon. How could Lin Zhong not be grateful and nervous?

However, how did he know that Yang Fan was rich in capital at this moment and even had several spiritual weapons in his hand. In addition to the Qingfeng Sword and the green brick. Before leaving Yihe Village, the hunchbacked old man even gave him a spiritual close-fitting weapon.

"You can rest at home for a few days and refine these spiritual weapons. As for the clinic, I will leave it to me for now."

Yang Fan said goodbye to Lin Zhong and quickly went to home.

Before he got home, Yang Fan entered the omniscient mode and found that his mother and sister were both at home. Nangong Yu, who was next door, had not left, was carefully teaching his disciples martial arts.

The door of the home was still closed, and Yang Fan didn't bother knocking on the door. He floated into the other courtyard like a feather.

Taking two steps at a time, Yang Fan walked into the main hall and happened to see his sister Yang Huixin doing housework.

"Who..." Yang Huixin saw a figure from the corner of her eyes, and her heart beat, but when he saw the person clearly, he exclaimed, and his pretty face bloomed like a lotus.

"Brother!"

Yang Huixin exclaimed in shock, with crystal tears flashing in her bright eyes. She put down the furniture in her hand and threw herself into Yang Fan's arms.

After a while, his mother, Yang, also walked out of the room. When she saw Yang Fan coming back, she was also very pleased and said with a smile: "My son, you are finally back. Huixin, you are no longer a child, you are still dependent on your brother like this..."

Yang Huixin's pretty face was blushing, her smart and gentle eyes glanced at her elder brother, and turned her head into her boudoir.

Yang Fan looked at her thoughtfully. She probably didn't tell her mother about the incident caused by Fatty Li before. However, she felt extremely wronged in her heart. She was so disobedient when she saw herself coming back.

"Fan'er, you just left Wuliu Town that day, and your brother came here anxiously in the afternoon. I don't know what to do with you." Yang said.

"What? Brother is looking for me?"

Yang Fan was slightly stunned. As soon as he left that day, his younger brother came to him. What would happen?

Logically speaking, he became a useless person and seemed to have no intersection with the world of immortal cultivation. If his younger brother looked for him, the only possibility was...

Yang Fan suddenly had some speculation in his mind. If he became a useless person, the spiritual pills, spiritual weapons and other things in his hands would have no effect, and his younger brother Yang Lei happened to be short of these things.

In fact, my younger brother Yang Lei’s qualifications are not much worse than Yang Fan. However, he was not as hard as him in his previous ten years of cultivation, and for a while he was even addicted to women.

"I don't know what Lei'er has to do with you, but he stayed at home for the first time for a day, and then told us that if you come back, I'll ask you to go to Yangjiabao to find him."

Yang said.

"Oh, I understand." Yang Fan had some idea in his heart. After chatting with his mother for a few words, he walked into his sister Huixin's boudoir.

Simple layout and a faint warm fragrance, this is Yang Huixin's boudoir.

"Brother." Yang Hui stood up and hadn't seen each other for a month and a half. Yang Fan found that his sister's appearance became more and more beautiful, with dark eyebrows like distant mountains, and bright eyes as gentle as water. There was an indescribable charm between her eyes.

"What else do you have? I've just been to Lin Zhong's house without telling it."

Yang Fan saw these changes in his eyes, but his voice was extremely calm, and he looked at the graceful and charming little house in front of him.

"Brother, you know everything..."

Yang Huixin couldn't help but burst into tears, and she threw herself into her elder brother's arms with a grievance and kept sobbing.

Yang Fan waited quietly and comforted her patiently. After calming down, he asked again: "What about Fatty Li, did not do to you?"

"No..." Yang Hui's face turned red: "Now my third brother has become an important training target in the family. With him, Fatty Li dare not attack me. It's just that Brother Lin has suffered so much damage for me..."

"By the way, after my brother left that time, he left a letter and a jade pendant to his brother."

Yang Huixin carefully took out a wooden box from under the bed in the boudoir, took out a letter and a crystal-colored blue jade pendant.

Yang Fan took these two things and opened the envelope. He found that the handwriting on it was indeed left by his younger brother's handwriting.

"Brother, when you see this envelope, my life has taken a great turn. I will one day help you clear the shame that my brother suffered in Yangjiabao..."

Yang Fan looked at the contents of the letter and found that the font became more and more arrogant and bold, like the flying dragon.

But when he saw Yang Fan's expression changed, his sister Huixin fell down and watched alone.

After a while, he clasped his hands tightly, trembling slightly, and his face became even more gloomy and unstable...

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Chapter completed!