Chapter 125 Shi Qianhan’s potential role

Shi Qianhan slowly walked towards him, and his slender figure cast down like the shadow of death, without any trace of pity on his face that was cold and marrowed.

Gently and slowly, Shi Qianhan's slender and fair arms stretched towards the late Qi Refining monk, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more obvious and gorgeous.

At this moment, a trace of madness and determination flashed in the monk's eyes, and suddenly raised his arm, and a cold light flashed in his palm.

"Click!"

Shi Qianhan grabbed his arm like lightning, and instantly crushed the bones of the entire arm.

I heard a series of extremely crisp bones, like firecrackers blooming.

"ah--"

A shrill scream rippled in this wilderness, even spreading for several miles.

The next moment, the monk fell into a coma.

Shi Qianhan squatted down and picked up a Mitsubishi-shaped hidden weapon. It was very small and coated with poison, so it could be hidden in the palm of his hand.

“Despicable.”

Shi Qianhan sneered, and the power in his hand was used, and a faint black air condensed on the surface of his fist, causing the air to stagnate.

Bang!

Mitsubishi hidden weapon was pinched into pieces by him, and then gently sprinkled on the ground.

After doing this, Shi Qianhan's face showed satisfaction.

At this moment, he released his power as he pleased, and the violent and raging demonic energy filled the surrounding space, making nearby creatures tremble.

The unscrupulous demonic energy, wild and unrestrained, and primitive darkness, showed the true meaning of this world more directly. Yang Fan's heart was also filled with unprecedented enthusiasm, as if he was standing on the top of a cliff sweeping by the storm and storm.

After a long time, a long whistle spread across several miles.

A demonic monk named "Shi Qianhan" stepped on the flying sword surrounded by demonic energy and broke through the air.

As for the late stage of Qi Refining, Yang Fan deliberately left a living breath.

As Shi Qianhan's identity, Yang Fan traveled through a sword within a radius of one or two hundred miles, with his powerful demonic energy and extremely cold face raging in this generation.

Along the way, he met some monks. If they were hostile to him, they would attack without hesitation, kill and kill and leave the name of Shi Qianhan. If he dared to resist, he would definitely be killed without mercy.

The magical martial arts are extremely destructive. If these monks who have been severely injured are not treated in time, they may end up being disabled for life.

After half a day of rampage, a monk from the Concentration Stage finally came to angrily scold him, as if he was a second-generation elder in Yuwu Villa.

Yang Fan was not afraid and had infinite passion, and fought with him.

The two fought in the sky. After a hundred rounds, the cultivator in the middle stage of concentration was seriously injured by him and used secret techniques to escape.

Yang Fan only suffered a little bit of minor injuries, and with his perverted recovery ability, he recovered in half a cup of tea.

At this time, Yang Fan pointed to the point, transformed himself into a harmless pharmacist, and he did not ride a horse, but returned to Wuliu Town so slowly. During this period, he deliberately entered the vision of some monks.

Yang Fan did this naturally because he wanted to break away from his relationship with Shi Qianhan.

...

Finally, a few days later, he returned to the "Puai Medical Center" and found that Lin Zhong was busy.

"Young Master, you're finally back. There are so many immortal cultivators who have been curing injuries in the past two days!"

When Lin Zhong saw Yang Fan come back, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the burden on his body was reduced by most of the time.

"Immortal cultivator?"

Yang Fan followed Lin Zhong into the inner hall and found that there were several immortal cultivators lying here, and were seriously injured.

"This seems to be caused by the magical martial arts?"

Yang Fan looked surprised. After looking carefully, he found that the faces of these people seemed familiar.

Could it be...

Yang Fan suddenly understood.

These injured people seemed to have been injured by the demonic monk Shi Qianhan.

"Young Master Yang, you are back!"

A girl's voice came, with a few surprises.

Yang Fan looked sideways and saw that there was a beautiful girl with bright eyes and white teeth in his clinic. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a obedient look on her face.

"Zheng Xiaoman?" Yang Fan was slightly stunned and asked, "Where is your grandfather?"

"My grandfather went back to Yangjiabao to deal with some things. In a few days, he would personally place the young master and let me study here for a few days." Zheng Xiaoman replied.

"Yang Yaoshi, you are Yang Yaoshi..."

At this moment, a scream came, and a cultivator rushed over, grabbed Yang Fan's hand, and said anxiously: "Pharmacist, please save my brother. He was injured by a demon monk half a day ago. If he did not treat him in time, he would probably be disabled for life."

"Calm, calm." Yang Fan gently pushed away the immortal cultivator and said with a smile: "Save death and help the wounded is Yang's job, let alone I will charge a fee for treating you."

"Thank you, pharmacist, I am grateful..." the man hurriedly thanked.

Yang Fan walked to the bedside without hesitation, glanced at the two or three injured people, and whispered: "The injuries you suffered seem to be caused by the same magic monk?"

"The pharmacist's eyes were like a torch, and they were indeed injured by the same person." The monk next to him couldn't help but feel shocked. This genius doctor really deserves his name, and he can see through the reality and reality at first glance.

"Who is the one who injured them?" Yang Fan asked calmly.

"The man called himself 'Shi Qianhan', a powerful demonic powerhouse. He took action whenever he disliked him along the way, and no matter how serious it was. Several righteous monks resisted to the death, but they were ruthlessly wiped out by him. In the end, even the second-generation senior of Yuwu Villa took action and fought against Lily, and was seriously injured by him. However, this demon was also injured and escaped..."

The monk quickly explained.

"Shi Qianhan? There seems to be no such person in the nearby Immortal Cultivation World..."

Yang Fan looked thoughtful.

"Pharmacist, Shi Qianhan must be an alien monk. It is normal not to know his origin. Why don't you treat my brother's injuries quickly..."

"good."

Yang Fan nodded and began to check their specific condition.

The injured people lying on the hospital bed were extremely serious, all of whom were missing their arms and legs. If they were even worse, they only had half of their breath.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan took a breath of air, and then said indignantly: "This demonic attack is so cruel!"

"The pharmacist is right. If he dares to come again, we righteous monks must tear him to pieces."

The monks next to them all looked hatred and all followed the Tao.

If they were told, the so-called magical Shi Qianhan was the incarnation of the pharmacist in front of them, I wonder how he would react.

"Ahem... Pharmacist... Please show my friend..." The monk said weakly before, a little impatient.

"I will do my best."

Yang Fan squatted down and began to heal the injured one by one.

When the first injured person was cured, Yang Fan felt that the effect of improving his mana was good.

You know, the targets he is now healing are all cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage. According to the previous improvement, it is probably not as effective as one-tenth of the current effect.

"The destructive power of the magical martial arts is very destructive, and the difficulty of healing has increased, but the effect is very good, no worse than that of the cultivator of the Concentration Stage of the Spirit."

Yang Fan was ecstatic and did not expect that he could still be in the same state.

After curing the injuries of two Qi Refining cultivators, Yang Fan felt that his magic power of the Fairy Hong Jue was one step closer to the peak critical point of Qi Refining Great Perfection.

"Thank you to the pharmacist, thank you very much!"

"Miscellaneous Doctor, I'll bow to you."

Plop! Plop!

The two injured expressed great respect and gratitude to Yang Fan. Even if they were selling their money, they would have to pay the spirit stone they deserved.

If there are not enough spirit stones, just use magic tools, talismans or other materials in your hand to replace them.

Fortunately, Yang Fan’s charge for the spiritual stone fee is not harsh.

Zheng Xiaoman stood by and watched. Even though he had seen Yang Fan's medical skills on the Ghost Corpse Mountain before, he was still shocked when he witnessed it with his own eyes. He was still very shocked to admire the young and excessive pharmacist in front of him from the bottom of his heart.

As a pharmacist, Zheng Xiaoman knew very well that these injured people were attacked by powerful demons and were extremely difficult to treat. Even if her grandfather Zheng Yaoshi came in person, it would be quite difficult. Moreover, even if he took the initiative to treat it, it would be difficult to heal without a year or two of years of cultivation.

However, in Yang Fan's hands, such a serious injury was cured after less than half an incense stick.

Not only is it cured, but it is also cured.

Healed, intact!

Zheng Xiaoman couldn't believe his eyes, and his heart twitched and weak.

Just imagine how much pressure she has to bear when studying with a pharmacist at this level.

At the same time, she felt extremely proud and expectant...

Yang Fan treated the following several wounded people as usual and cured them one by one.
To be continued...