That desolate figure, with white hair swaying in the wind, was once the first genius of the family, who slowly left the Wentian Conference.

On the stage of the game, the head of the family, Yang Hong, looked at Yang Fan's departure, and his heart burst out.

Before Yang Fan left, he apologized to the head of the family, which made him feel indescribable.

As the head of the Yang family, Yang Hong is a person who values ​​extremely interests.

Since Yang Fan has become a useless person, he has no slight use of his family, and staying here will be embarrassing and conspicuous, so there is no need to stay here.

Yang Fan's departure certainly attracted the attention of many people.

Even Yang Guang, who had just started on stage, couldn't help but glance at him, and his heart was filled with passion: "From today, I am the number one in the younger generation of the family, and no one can stop my pace..."

In a corner of the crowd, Yang Man, dressed in a gorgeous dress, had a trace of pity flashed in his bright eyes, and was immediately replaced by a cold feeling: "What a pity... the first genius in the family, if it weren't for this accident, his father would probably marry me to him..."

Fatty Li saw Yang Fan leave, his eyes rolled around and a vicious light flashed.

He secretly took out a small paper crane from the storage bag, made a few inspiration lights from his hand, and murmured a few words to the paper crane.

Finally, he bounced his fingers and the small paper crane turned into an inconspicuous hazy green light, flew into the sky, and disappeared.

Yang Fan left the family's important place and returned to the crowded Yangjiabao.

Here, various calls of business in the market reached Yang Fan's ears.

Yangjia Castle is not a purely immortal land. It is home to a large number of mortals who depend on the Yangjia south.

"Zhang Laosan's buns are big and fragrant, three per cent!"

"The freshly baked Chenxi pancakes are crispy and fragrant, buy three and get one free!"

"Wanglao Jimi Wine, a century-old brand, has a mellow taste..."

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"This is the world of ordinary people. They seem to be free and unrestrained, but in fact they are bullied and endure birth, old age, sickness and death. Even if they are kings, princes, generals and ministers, they cannot escape death and have a glimpse of this world."

Yang Fan stared at the lively Yangjiabao Market, but his heart was filled with tranquility.

When he came into contact with the path of immortality and saw the hope of immortality, he could no longer return to this kind of ants life that looked up to others.

Standing there, Yang Fan's mind was once again immersed in the Xianhong space.

Squatting down, he pressed his palm against the green space, and green light spots poured into his body continuously, recovering his injuries at an incredible speed and replenishing his life functions.

Even these green light spots entered his mind and nourished his soul!

After half a cup of tea, Yang Fan felt refreshed, and the broken tendons and veins in his body, as well as the damaged internal organs, all returned to their original state.

"This is simply amazing. The healing effect of Green Land is much stronger than that of the so-called magic medicine."

Yang Fan let out a light breath, with a little more blood on his face, and his pale hair also had some more variegated colors.

With just half a cup of tea, Yang Fan recovered the strong body possessed by a cultivator in the Concentration Stage. The only difference now is that he lost his magic power and his soul was not as powerful as the previous one, but several times stronger than ordinary people.

"In my current state, even if I don't use the Xianhong Space, I can restore my original cultivation within four or five years."

Yang Fan was extremely excited and his hands trembled slightly.

The green land easily restored his vitality and vitality, nourished his soul, allowing him to no longer be restricted by age and have the potential to be comparable to a 11 or 12-year-old boy.

"That's great. I'll go home now and practice the "Xianhong Jue"."

Yang Fan took back his mind and walked towards his own courtyard in Yangjiabao.

However, when he was halfway through the way, he suddenly noticed a trace of abnormality.

I immediately turned sideways, glanced behind me from the corner of my eyes, but my eyes fell on the stall in front of me.

"How to sell this ginseng..."

Yang Fan asked pretended.

"It's so dangerous, he almost saw it!"

In front of a shop, three or four bad-looking men squatted down and looked at Yang Fan who was shopping not far away through the endless crowd.

"What are you afraid of? This kid loses all his magic power, and he is not even as good as an ordinary mortal..."

"Let's wait a little longer, and when we get to a place where there is no one, we will beat him up."

The leading middle-aged man in the horoscope.

"Yes, Uncle Eight, with you, the immortal cultivator, we are in awe of all things."

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"Haha, Mr. Yang, this is a five hundred-year-old white jade ginseng, which is of great value. Unfortunately, this thing was obtained by several mortals and was inappropriately kept, which caused it to lose most of its vitality. Unless you can meet a wise 'allier', you can bring it back to life."

The owner of the stall turned out to be a cultivator in the early stage of Qi Refining. He traded in Yangjiabao and obviously knew Yang Fan, a former genius.

Five hundred years old white jade ginseng is a treasure of heaven and earth!

Yang Fan's heart moved and asked, "How to sell this white jade ginseng?"

"Mr. Yang, let me introduce myself. My name is Lin Zhong, and I am a casual cultivator. Although the young master has lost all his magic power, his calmness is still calm and calm, which makes us a casual cultivator admire him."

"Since the young master likes it, I might as well give this white jade ginseng to you."

Lin Zhong said enthusiastically.

Yang Fan looked at Lin Zhong thoughtfully and said, "Okay, since Brother Lin is so polite, I will accept this white jade ginseng."

The casual cultivators in the immortal world are generally free of sects, and some do not even have masters. With one or two old and incomplete techniques, they have extremely hard work to explore the immortal path.

For low-level cultivators, what they lack the most is the cultivation skills, martial arts and jade slips, magic weapons, cultivation experience and experience, etc., which are all lacking.

Lin Zhong gave Yang Fan so generously, which must have been of purpose.

"On the other day, Brother Lin can come to my house as a guest. It is not my residence in Yangjiabao, but my home in Wuliu Town."

Yang Fan said lightly.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Lin Zhong is also a smart person and thanks him repeatedly. Although Yang Fan lost all his magic power, he was a former cultivator in the Concentration Stage. After all, he mastered the knowledge of immortal cultivation and magical powers and methods, which were definitely ten times richer than him.

After saying goodbye to Lin Zhong, Yang Fan turned around again, with his back to the people following him.

Suddenly he ran to a hidden corner, his eyes turned, bit his index finger, and blood gushed out.

"start!"

He pointed his blood-stained fingers on the storage bag around his waist.

When the storage bag was opened, Yang Fan took out a stack of talismans from it and hid it in his pocket.

After doing this, Yang Fan let out a sigh of relief.

Without his magic power, he could only use his blood as a guide to open the storage bag and take out more than a dozen talismans.

After all, this storage bag has been with him for so many years, and as a cultivator in his mind stage before, the blood in his body contained some spirituality.

Through this method, even if he loses his magic power, he can barely activate some magic that can be cast with only a small amount of magic power when he understands the principles of the magic.

"On there! Look!"

The middle-aged man with bearded exclaimed and continued to follow with three gangsters.

In the moment, Yang Fan disappeared from their sight, which made Uncle Eight panic for a moment.

"This is a task of keeping ten spirit stones and one thousand taels of silver. We must not let this 'fat sheep' get lost."

When Yang Fan walked halfway, his mind was once again immersed in the "Xianhong Space".

Standing on the green land, Yang Fan looked at the puppy not far away and asked, "How do I put my items in the real space here?"

The puppy said, "You can just think of it."

“So simple?”

Yang Fan thought, and the white jade ginseng in his hand entered the Xianhong space and took it in his hand.

"Huh? The ginseng in your hand looks like it's going to die soon. Put it on the green soil and it will be restored in less than half a day."

The puppy looked at the ginseng in Yang Fan's hand and suddenly said.

"Haha, I had this guess before I bought it. I didn't expect that the green land would really have such an effect."

Yang Fan said happily.

"I'll help you get tools from the warehouse..."

After saying that, the puppy entered the hut behind him, took out a small shovel from it, ran to Yang Fan's hand, and handed it to him.

Yang Fan understood its meaning, so he used a small spatula to remove weeds on the green soil, dig out the soil, and bury half of the ginseng.

In an instant, a thin stream of green extended from the green land and poured into the white jade ginseng.

The white jade ginseng gradually regained its vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"That's great... Just this five hundred-year-old white jade ginseng can sell hundreds of spirit stones in the trading market."

Yang Fan was overjoyed.

Hundreds of spirit stones are valuable numbers.

Slowly, Yang Fan returned to his villa and deliberately did not close the door.

"Follow up..."

The beard commanded three gangsters and rushed into the villa with a ruthless storm.

However, after entering the villa, they suddenly discovered:

Yang Fan is gone!
Chapter completed!