After Jiang Fan left Qingxinyuan, he went straight back to his residence.
This is a small double-story building with a wooden structure. Compared to the bamboo building where Sikong Yueling, the owner of Xuandao, lives, this place looks much more luxurious.
The first floor is in the style of a medical clinic. Jiang Fan's identity on Yueling Island is that of a doctor.
We don’t treat minor illnesses, but only treat difficult and complicated diseases.
In fact, he is not proficient in medical skills and has only learned half a skill.
Treatment depends entirely on the system. Most patients with difficult and complicated diseases will have corresponding luck marks on their bodies. They only need to erase them and the disease will naturally be cured.
The first floor is the medical center, and the second floor is the living area.
Now he was holding a bowl of steaming ginger soup, squatting at the entrance of the first floor of the wooden building, admiring the beautiful sunrise while sipping it in small sips.
The material used in the ginger soup was a special variety that contained spiritual energy. Within a moment, he felt sweat start to form on his forehead.
"Hey, I'm living this little life, not like a god, but better than a god..."
Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes, shook his head, and hummed a random tune.
Just as he was lamenting the beauty of life, suddenly there was the sound of wind and thunder above his head.
He subconsciously looked up and saw a dazzling bloody light falling from the sky, cutting through the clouds at an extremely fast speed, heading straight for him.
"What the hell?" He opened his mouth, but before he could see what it was, the bloody light had arrived in an instant and was about to penetrate the top of his head.
In the midst of lightning and flint, Jiang Fan felt the drop-shaped pendant on his chest suddenly vibrate violently and make a buzzing sound. In an instant, a light blue transparent water curtain enveloped him.
The blood-red light hit the water curtain without stopping.
boom!
A violent explosion sounded, and the bowl in Jiang Fan's hand was shattered. All the hot ginger soup was poured on his wrist. Before he could cry out in pain, his whole body was thrown away by the huge shock wave.
His body was wrapped in a curtain of water, spinning and crashing into the first floor of the wooden building. After smashing through several bamboo chairs and medicine cabinets, it hit the wall hard. Broken wood, sand and stone rolled down, and smoke and dust filled the ground.
When the dust cleared, Jiang Fan appeared with a large character embedded in the wall.
After the water curtain withstood a crisis, it could not sense any subsequent attacks, so it automatically restrained itself. When Jiang Fan sensed that the jade pendant given by his senior sister on his chest stopped buzzing, his face, as pale as a dead man, became slightly alive.
At this time, waves of fear filled Jiang Fan's heart.
What the hell was that just now? If it weren't for the defensive magic weapon given by my senior sister, my life would have been at stake here.
After the fear passed, Jiang Fan felt angry inside.
Who the hell doesn’t respect martial ethics! Actually carrying out a sneak attack! Today, young master, I must... let my senior sister come over and beat you to death.
Thinking of this, he put his left hand into his arms and crushed a sound-transmitting jade slip specially made for him by Sikong Yueling, which could be used without spiritual power.
"Senior sister, save me!"
Seeing that the signal had been sent out, Jiang Fan peeled off the debris covering his body and walked out of the bamboo building angrily.
As soon as he walked out of the wooden house door, he saw a straight wooden stick nailed into the soil at the door, with only the second half of the red stick exposed.
The location happened to be where I was squatting before drinking ginger soup.
Jiang Fan only felt a chill coming from Tianling Gai, and his legs began to feel weak unconsciously.
He swallowed, looked around half of the long stick, and looked at the man in red shirt standing behind him with his hands behind his back.
A slanted scar on the man's eyebrow was eye-catching, and his clothes seemed to be soaked in blood. Standing there, he looked like a spear about to pierce the sky.
Jiang Fan took a breath when he saw this person's face.
This momentum, this outfit. Could it be...
Thinking of that name, Jiang Fan's pupils shrank sharply, and he subconsciously moved a few steps back. The anger that had just filled his heart was suddenly extinguished.
"Senior brother Ye...Senior Brother Ye Song?"
The man stood there with an indifferent expression and said nothing.
He glanced at Jiang Fan and saw that he was unharmed after being shot by him, but his clothes were a little messy, and his expression was a little surprised.
Thinking of the water curtain that suddenly appeared on Jiang Fan's body before, a flash of understanding flashed in Ye Song's eyes: "Interesting... a mortal actually carries with him a magic weapon that can withstand the attacks of monks in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm."
Jiang Fan asked weakly: "Senior Brother Ye Song, why are you taking action against me? I should have never offended you."
Ye Song's expression was indifferent: "The dead don't need to know so much."
After saying this, he looked at the red wooden stick nailed into the ground, stretched out his hand to hold it, and coldly snorted: "Here comes the gun!"
The wooden stick vibrated, instantly breaking free from the shackles of the soil and flying into his hand.
Only then did Jiang Fan see clearly that this was not actually a wooden stick, but a crimson spear exuding murderous intent.
Uh-huh!
Ye Song flicked his hand and pointed the tip of his gun at Jiang Fan, the smile on his lips was cruel and dangerous.
"I want to see how long your magic weapon can resist!"
Seeing that Ye Song had no intention of communicating, Jiang Fan rolled his eyes, coughed, and suddenly ran away.
Ye Song saw this action and did not stop him. He sneered: "Are you trying to delay time and wait for others to come and save you? On Yueling Island, the strongest person is only my junior sister, right? But in the past With her cultivation level in the middle stage of the Establishment Realm, even if she comes in person, she won't be able to protect you."
After saying this, he raised his spear and swung it towards Jiang Fan's head like an ant.
On Jiang Fan's body, the water curtain also unfolded at the same time.
…
Lingxin Valley is a sect named after the valley. As the name suggests, it is located in a huge irregular valley.
This valley is surrounded by mountains as far as the eye can see. The sky in the valley is covered with a thin layer of white clouds all year round. Only in the center of the valley are hundreds of large and small peaks. The tops of the peaks break through the clouds and mist and reach straight into the sky. .
On these peaks, various pavilions, pavilions, ponds, pavilions and waterside pavilions are built, hidden among the lush flowers, plants and trees.
On one of the peaks with its flattened peak, there were hundreds of monks sitting in a densely packed and orderly manner.
These monks are men, women, old and young, and their auras vary in strength. The strongest are at the peak of the ninth level of the Qi Refining Stage, while the weakest are just at the threshold of cultivation.
They have a common identity, that is, they are outer disciples of Lingxin Valley.
At this time, all these people's eyes were focused on the high platform in the center of the peak platform.
On it, sitting cross-legged, was a young girl in green with no expression of joy or sadness, and a cold and aloof temperament.
The girl was Sikong Yueling. The futon under her body was covered with a thin layer of white silk. She was holding a scroll in her hand and was explaining the words on it carefully.
Her tone was neither urgent nor slow, and she explained the contents of the scriptures in conjunction with her own understanding.
Everyone in the audience closed their eyes and listened in rapt attention.
Suddenly, the girl's voice of preaching stopped abruptly.
She stood up and looked in the direction of Yueling Island. A rare expression of anger appeared in her brows, and her green-like jade fingers quietly clenched tightly.
Just now, she received a distress message from Jiang Fan.
Without any hesitation, the girl directly used her hand skills to summon a cloud shuttle from the storage jade bracelet, rode on it, and flew away in an instant.
There are two standard flying magic weapons for Sequence disciples. One is the cloud-traveling shuttle that is extremely fast, dexterous and suitable for use in battles and pursuits. The other is the flying boat used for ordinary travel.
Compared with the flying boat, although the spiritual power consumption of the cloud shuttle is greater, the speed is at least twice as fast.
After the girl left for half a quarter of an hour, some of the monks sitting cross-legged on the round platform woke up one after another.
They looked at the empty high platform together, and then looked at each other, all looking confused.
You know, if you leave the meeting without permission in the middle of a sermon, you will be fined and lose half a month's salary.
