: Evil Cultivator Comes to Invade

"Old friends, I've always been together for nearly thirty years?"

Yang Fan looked at Lin Zhong quietly, smiling, and his expression and voice had an artistic conception that was unchanging in his vicissitudes of time.

Lin Zhong's eyes were almost filled with tears, his eyes were rosy, and his tall and slender figure seemed ordinary and thin at this moment.

"Grandpa Lin..." The young man in white called out, but Lin Zhong ignored him at all and was a little at a loss.

The apprentices and doctors watching next to me were shocked when they heard the conversation between them.

Nearly thirty years of separation?

In this way, the mysterious man in front of me has had a relationship with Lin Dangjia, who is respected by Puai Medical Center for more than 30 years.

Lin Zhong looks in his thirties, but it’s a bit abnormal.

But the young man in front of him looked like he was only about twenty years old, which was beyond common sense.

Looking at the attitude of Lin Dangjia towards this person, in addition to his deep friendship, he also expresses respect and admiration from the bottom of his heart.

Who is he?

A huge mystery made most of the doctors and apprentices on the field shocked and curious, but they were also puzzled.

Only the sixty-year-old doctor who was injured before was frozen on Yang Fan, with a look of admiration and excitement.

"Great, you are finally back. I have been waiting for you for twenty-eight years."

Lin Zhong took a deep breath and walked to Yang Fan.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled. Their big hands were clenched together, but they did not separate for a long time.

"Oh..." The boy in white looked panicked when he saw this.

He understood that Grandpa Lin was highly respected in Wuliu Town, and even the nearby immortal cultivators, the Yang family Fortress Master, Yuwu Manor Master and other great figures respected him very much.

This person has such a friendship with Grandpa Lin, and I am afraid that he offended him just now, it may be a bad thing...

"You all go, the clinic will close early today."

Lin Zhong smiled slightly and let the apprentices and doctors disperse.

However, there were still two people who didn't leave.

One was a boy in white. He stood there and felt the pressure coming from Grandpa Lin. He had difficulty breathing. His face turned red and he didn't even dare to move.

Even if he was given a hundred courage, he would not dare to disobey the strong man in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

What's more, Lin Zhong is still a strong man in the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment.

There was another person who didn't leave, the sixty-year-old doctor just now. He stared at Yang Fan excitedly, as if he wanted to look at him for a moment, but his feet couldn't move.

"Haha, what guests came outside."

At this moment, the voice of a calm man came from the inner hall.

A faint pressure came, and the boy in white felt the pressure on his body disappear, and said happily: "Dad..."

A middle-aged man in a purple shirt walked out and glanced lightly at Yang Fan and Lin Zhong, "What happened?"

He asked his son.

"Dad, this person has unknown origin. I just caused trouble in the clinic. I was going to punish him very much, but I didn't expect that he was Grandpa Lin's friend. I'm afraid of him now..."

The boy in white lowered his voice, looking aggrieved.

"Hmph." The middle-aged man in Zishan snorted coldly, immediately understood what was going on, and his eyes fixed on Yang Fan's face: "You are the senior, why are you here to disturb me when you come to my clinic?"

It is obvious that this middle-aged man in purple shirt is clearly showing off his shortcomings.

No wonder there is such a arrogant son.

Yang Fan sighed lightly and sighed inwardly: Zheng Xiaoman is not bad, but his dual-cultural partner and his son's character.

He was too lazy to argue with the father and son because they were not worthy at all.

"Shut up!!" Lin Zhong shouted angrily, and the strong momentum of the foundation-building Great Perfection was like Mount Tai, covering the middle-aged purple shirt like a mountain.

The middle-aged man in Zishan was just a monk in the early stage of foundation building. He couldn't help but groan, his face looked ugly, and he took a few steps back.

"Brother Lin...What do you mean!" The middle-aged man in Zishan was shocked and angry.

"Kneel down, kneel down to me." Lin Zhong stared at him fiercely with anger.

What!

kneel……

The middle-aged man in Zishan was angry and looked at Lin Zhong and said, "Don't think I respect you, "Brother Lin" and I really think that I am a master. If it weren't for Xiaoman's sake, you and I would calculate according to your cultivation level, but it was just a peer relationship."

What he said is also true.

The world of immortal cultivation also emphasizes the use of cultivation to judge seniority. In principle, they are the same generation within the same level.

If Lin Zhong can reach the advanced level of the Golden Elixir, he can only be convinced by the middle-aged man in Zishan who is truly convinced and called himself a junior.

Of course, the division of seniority in the world of immortal cultivation is not entirely the case. Cultivation is based on the perspective of seniority on a large scale, but there are also some sects that strictly follow etiquette and seniority.

As far as Yang Fan knows, the Confucian school in Tianqin is not divided into generations by cultivation, but they are famous for their "respecting teachers and respecting etiquette".

"Luo Yan, Luo Yan!" Lin Zhong's face became even more angry: "I usually get along with you, and I am also a fellow disciple. How could I ever regard myself as an elder?"

"But today, you must kneel down, and you, Luo Xiang, will not salute your master yet!!"

Lin Zhong's voice was thunderous, and the entire clinic seemed to be "buzzing".

"Master?" Luo Xiang, a young man in white, was slightly stunned and looked at Yang Fan in disbelief.

The middle-aged Luo Yan in purple shirt was stunned, with a contemplative expression on his face.

Suddenly, he remembered a legendary figure who was forgotten by him but never met...

Lin Zhong's temper is usually very good, but now he is so angry.

"Could it be..." Luo Yan's head buzzed and his face became stiff.

"You...are you..." Luo Yan forced a smile.

"Why is it so noisy outside that I failed my alchemy efforts..."

Just then, a woman's sigh came.

Yang Fan sounded a little familiar with the woman's voice, but it was less immature and more flavorful.

The clinic was silent, and the original sixty-year-old doctor opened his mouth wide and was at a loss.

The sound of footsteps came, and a luxurious woman in a goose yellow dress walked out of the inner hall of the clinic. She had a dignified and pretty face and a sensation of dust on her body.

At this moment, there was a hint of fatigue on her face and she looked out of the clinic.

"Why are you all here--" Suddenly, her voice stopped and frozen on a person.

A look of surprise and incredible flashes in her eyes.

For thirty years, the majestic figure that can only be looked up to has never been erased in her heart.

Today, she really saw it.

"Master." Zheng Xiaomanyu fell from pear blossoms, her bright eyes were rosy, and she "pulled" and knelt in front of Yang Fan.

boom!!

At this moment, the boy in white, Luo Xiang felt a "boom" in his head and almost fainted.

He wanted to faint for the time being, so as not to accept this cruel reality.

"You haven't kneeled down yet, and you have met your teacher and your master."

Zheng Xiaoman shouted sweetly.

Plop! Plop!

Luo Yan and Luo Xiang and his son both knelt down, with a look of ashamed and uneasy.

They also know the legend about Yang Fan.

Thirty years ago, a generation of famous doctors rose up, and the powerful demons swept past like a comet, leaving behind a gorgeous figure in the immortal cultivation world of Yuyang Kingdom.

What made them even more afraid was that it was said that the legendary pharmacist... was a high-level monk admired by thousands of people in the world of immortal cultivation!

High-level Golden Pill!!

This identity alone is enough to make them frightened.

You know, in Wuliu Town, a radius of hundreds of miles, there is not a single high-level golden elixir.

The foundation-building powerhouse is a first-level figure here.

The legendary high-level golden elixir is said to be on the "Wupantiantai" thousands of miles away, and it occasionally appears.

"You all get up."

Yang Fan waved his hand, his face calm, neither shocked nor angry.
To be continued...