Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

The man in black ran away and left Xianwu City in the blink of an eye!

Fang Lin followed slowly behind him, watching quietly with a sneer on his lips.

I just want to leave now, it’s already too late!

Several miles away, Fang Lin waved his hand and slammed the sword above his head down.

The sword light raged, and the spirit of the fairy surged. In an instant, it was like magma bursting out, submerging the man in black.

When the sword energy burst out, Fang Lin jumped up high and slashed down with the Qingshuang Sword in his hand.

call out!

Almost at the same time, a cold light burst out from the sword energy and collided with the Qingshuang sword that was slashing down.

Fang Lin was shocked to the point of numbness in his mouth, and the sword in his hand was slightly crooked.

When the Qingshuang Sword fell, a two to three meter deep ravine was cut out of the ground in front of him.

At the same time, the exploding sword energy around them gradually subsided, and the world was reduced to ruins.

However, Fang Lin had no intention of paying attention to this.

He quickly looked around, looking for traces of the man in black.

However, it was dark outside the city, and the man in black was no longer around.

"pity."

Fang Lin shook his head and sighed softly.

However, he didn't care either.

The man in black was conservatively estimated to be in the three-star spiritual realm, and his strength was comparable to that of a four-star spiritual master. Fang Lin was already proud of being able to force him back.

Fang Lin put away the Qingshuang Sword in his hand and looked around. In a corner, he found the dagger that the man in black had shot before escaping.

For safety's sake, Fang Lin tore off a piece of rag from his body and picked up the dagger.

These assassins are extremely vicious.

Most of their weapons are contaminated with venom in order to kill the target without giving the target any chance to survive.

Fang Lin weighed the dagger in his hand, which was quite heavy.

A conservative estimate would be around twenty pounds.

As a killer's hidden weapon, this weight is just right. \u003c

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The soft moonlight cast down, and the dagger shone coldly in his hand. Fang Lin held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

The handle of the dagger is I-shaped, and its blade is thin and sharp. Between the dagger handles, there is a swallow with spread wings carved on it. It is small and exquisite, but it is somewhat inconsistent with the dagger that shines with cold light.

Fang Lin couldn't see any other clues from above, so he temporarily put the dagger away and left.

Not long after, he arrived at Zhang's house.

At this time, it was already midnight.

The lights in Zhang's house were brightly lit, and people inside and outside were busy.

Today, the Zhang family had a great victory and paid a lot of things belonging to the Xiao family. Even if they moved day and night, it would probably take them half a month.

After all, they are the first family in Xianwucheng, and their wealth far exceeds the Zhang family’s imagination!

"Master Fang, you are finally back!"

When the boy guarding the gate saw Fang Lin, he hurriedly came up to greet him.

Fang Lin frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Is something wrong?"

The younger brother of the Zhang family felt his heart tighten when he saw Fang Lin frowning.

Although he also knew that Fang Lin was not an enemy of the Zhang family, Fang Lin had already condensed the power of a strong man, and ordinary cultivators were quite pressured in front of him.

The younger brother of the Zhang family took a deep breath, calmed down, and said, "The head of the Zhang family told me to take you to see Mr. Fang as soon as he comes back!"

"Let's go!"

Fang Lin waved his hand and asked him to lead the way.

The Zhang family's younger brother responded and led Fang Lin through the Zhang family's courtyard. Not long after, he came to the door of a luxurious room.

Fang Lin opened the door and walked in.

I saw that the room was full of people, and everyone's face was full of anxiety. Xiaohu was lying on the ground, his head hanging down.

When everyone saw Fang Lin, they were stunned for a moment.

Fang Lin saw everyone like this and glanced at Le Wenyao, who was lying unconscious on the bed, and his heart sank.

Wen Yao, will something happen?

The head of the Zhang family came back to his senses and stepped forward quickly.

He looked at Le Wenyao on the hospital bed and said bravely: "Mr. Fang, we have tried our best, but even the best doctors in Xianwu City can do nothing to deal with Miss Wenyao's injuries!"

At this moment, another old man stepped forward.

Carrying the medical bag on his back, he sighed softly and said, "Master Fang, you are old and incompetent. There is nothing you can do about Miss Wenyao's injuries!"

He is Du Qianhong, the most famous doctor in Xianwucheng, known as Bian Que in Xianwucheng.

Not only is he an intermediate alchemist, he has also studied medicine for many years and knows the bones and meridians of the human body well.

An injury that he couldn't even treat was basically a death sentence.

"What's going on with Wen Yao now?"

Fang Lin was not excited, but asked calmly.

While talking, Fang Lin slowly took off his clothes and put on a brand new one.

Although Du Qianhong was surprised that Fang Lin had changed his clothes, he didn't want to ask too much.

He groaned and said slowly: "Miss Wenyao was injured by the powerful impact and suffered severe brain trauma. Although the medicine Mr. Fang gave her stabilized her injury, she still couldn't wake up! "

In Lan Xing's words, Le Wenyao became a vegetative state.

This kind of injury is simply impossible to treat in the Immortal World, which has backward medical conditions and relies entirely on elixirs.

This is why Fang Lin was willing to give Xiao Cheng a slap in the face instead of killing him.

This approach was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

You know, the lifespan of a cultivator is extremely long.

After entering the spiritual realm, one has a lifespan of at least three hundred years.

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If nothing unexpected happened to Xiao Cheng, he would have been in bed for at least two hundred years.

One can imagine how harshly Fang Lin punished him.

"In addition, her Dantian is damaged. Even if she wakes up, it will be difficult for her to practice."

Du Qianhong paused and said again.

Fang Lin nodded slightly and asked: "How to repair this damage to Dantian?"

When Du Qianhong and the people in the room heard this, they were immediately shocked.

This Fang Lin wouldn't want to repair Le Wenyao's Dantian, would he?

Everyone knows that broken Dantian is a taboo for practitioners. Once it is broken, it will be difficult to repair it.

What's more, Le Wenyao is in a long sleep now. Even if her Dantian is repaired, it will have no effect.

Du Qianhong understands this.

But he also knew Fang Lin’s temperament, and even with a look of embarrassment on his face, he had no choice but to say: “If you want to repair the Dantian, you need to obtain the legendary eternal spring water, the snow heart of the Arctic, the Antarctic fire, and the ten thousand-year ice worm. In addition, Only with the addition of the Great Dao Tianlei can we refine the legendary Thousand Turns of Resurrection elixir!"

No matter which one of these elixirs, they are top-notch elixirs that are rare to see in thousands of years.

If you have enough money, you can collect all the ten thousand year ice worms and eternal springs.

But the heart of Arctic snow and the fire of Antarctic ground are treasures with a price but no market.

These two, if one of them is allowed, can give birth to human flesh and revive bones, it can be called the most advanced life-saving elixir, and it has not appeared in the fairy world for who knows how many years.

In addition, he also had to bathe in the thunder of heaven to refine elixirs.

It can be said that no one has achieved this difficult condition throughout the ages!

"good!"

Fang Lin listened and nodded slightly, his expression still calm, as if he was not worried about Le Wenyao's injury.

He turned his head sideways, looked at Du Qianhong and stretched out his hand, and said, "Can I borrow a silver needle?"