The Strongest Medical Immortal in the City

A blink of an eye, another five days passed.

On this day, Fang Chuan was refining the second four-grade elixir of Yangyuan in his alchemy room.

His success rate is nine, one hundred percent.

And his medicinal materials all come from Mingchuan Mountain, and no one can stop him.

Moreover, people in this world don't have many clever alchemy techniques and formation techniques.

Even the perception of the fairy crystal is very low.

It has only been more than half a year since the establishment of the Xuanmen, and the foundation of the Xuanmen has surpassed a hundred years of sect.

It is conceivable how much Fang Chuan contributed in this regard!

"Ok?"

Fang Chuan's medicine was about to be released. At this time, a few strange auras came from outside, and his strength was not weak.

He frowned.

However, he didn't leave either, but gave Zhi Cong a voice message and let Zhi Cong go there.

"Yes, Master Master."

When Zhi Cong got the news, he immediately rushed out, stepped on the sword, and appeared outside the barrier of the profound door like a god.

The enchantment is like a dome, isolating the entire world.

Zhi Cong walked out and looked at the people coming. It was four men stepping on their swords.

"Everyone, you are welcome." Zhi Cong is still very polite.

"Humph!"

A middle-aged man on the opposite side gave a cold snort, looked up and down at Zhicong, and sneered, "Who are you, aren't you the master of Xuanmen?"

"of course not."

Zhi Cong smiled slightly, "How can I compare with our head teacher?"

"Then let you take the lead, you are not qualified enough!" The other man also looked arrogant.

"Are you here to challenge?"

Zhi Cong asked lightly, but in his eyes, killing intent had already appeared.

Because, Fang Chuan said before, don’t let any of the people who come to challenge you let go, and let others know what kind of existence Xuanmen is.

What's more, his Zhicong is also a proud person, who is ignored by others, how can he not care?

"nonsense!"

The big man snorted before and waved his hand, "Hurry up and let you take the lead, just say that the first disciple of the Southeast Sword Sect, Ban Qiankun, Xi Jing, Ai Hui, Ning Weili, come to take you on the order of the Emperor of the South. The head taught by the master!"

"Ha ha."

Zhi Cong nodded and understood.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved, and suddenly, a ray of light shone on the sky.

Then, a huge screen appeared not far away.

The four of Ban Qiankun glanced at them and frowned because they were all on the screen.

Ban Qiankun asked coldly: "I asked you to call your head teacher, what the **** are you doing?"

"The master said that anyone who comes to challenge will be killed without mercy."

Zhi Cong smiled faintly, and then said, "As for this...this is the live broadcast that the head teacher said, this screen can appear in all cities in the southern country."

"At that time, hundreds of thousands, millions, or even tens of millions of people will watch."

He said again, "Since you have come to challenge, you also want to become famous. This is a good opportunity."

"Good boy!"

Ban Qiankun shouted loudly, "You are bragging, the gods can't do this, stop talking nonsense, and ask you to come!"

"I already said it."

Zhi Cong shook his head, followed, volleyed empty, the flying sword under his feet had fallen into his hands.

As soon as he held the sword, his flying sword stirred red thunder and lightning.

It turns out that Zhicong has a lot of talent in this aspect of thunder and lightning, and has learned the art of swordsman, which is also the lightning system.

Recently, Fang Chuan injected his flying sword with the mark of thunder and lightning, which improved the quality of Zhi Cong's flying sword.

So Zhicong's strength has been greatly improved out of thin air.

He looked at each other faintly, "Our head teacher won't see you, you are not worthy."

He said again, "Are you ready?"

"Humph!"

Ban Qiankun's eyes stunned, "Don't force me to do something to you, we only kill your head teacher!"

"It seems that you are ready."

The corner of Zhi Cong's mouth rose, and at that moment, the murderous aura on his body had risen to a terrifying state.

"what?"

Ban Qiankun's expression changed.

Their Southeast Sword Sect, near Yuanshi City, is a first-class sect. Compared with the third-rate sect that Fang Chuan defeated before, Shilongmen, it is not at the same level.

He is a big disciple of a first-class school, and his combat effectiveness is very strong.

Of course, they also wanted to make a name for themselves, so they came to trouble Xuanmen.

Before they came, they didn't care about each other, only that Nan Feiyu didn't have much knowledge.

Fang Chuan and the others said so badly.

However, the breath that Zhi Cong exploded at this time made them feel great pressure.

They already feel a little ominous.

"dead!"

There was a hum.

As soon as the flying sword in Zhicong's hand was thrown, it immediately penetrated like a stream of light, and when it broke through the air, it delivered a frightening whistling sound.

After that, in a moment, the speed of Feijian suddenly increased.

fast!

Very fast!

At that moment, Ban Qiankun didn't react, and suddenly felt a pain in his chest. Then, they saw a **** arrow shot out of Ban Qiankun's chest.

puff--

Ban Qiankun fell backwards at a very fast speed.

The pupils also kept shrinking, apparently dying.

"Master!"

When the other three people saw this, they were shocked, let out a roar, and flew over.

When I saved Ban Qiankun, I discovered that Ban Qiankun had already been penetrated by a sword in his heart.

At the same time, the sharp sword aura raged across Ban Qiankun's body. At this moment, Ban Qiankun's internal organs had been broken into pieces.

I can't die again!

After they discovered that Ban Qiankun was dead, Jair was about to split and looked at Zhi Cong fiercely, and after that, they ran the flying sword and rushed towards Zhi Cong.

Shit...

And almost at the same time, Zhi Cong's flying sword that penetrated Ban Qiankun returned to his hand at an extremely fast speed.

After that, he waved, Feijian condensed three sword auras, just like Feijian clone.

Then, three swords were sent together.

"not good!"

"It's over!"

"No!"

The three juniors of Ban Qiankun were also killed by Zhicong's flying sword at this moment.

Flop, flop...

The four corpses slowly fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

These four masters.

Since in such a short time, he has died like this.

If someone probes with their spiritual sense, they can even find that their internal organs have almost turned into fragments and dust.

The immortal Daluo came, and couldn't save them.

"too weak."

Zhi Cong glanced at the four corpses, followed, flicking his fingers, and an electric arc shot out from his fingers.

It fell on Ban Qiankun's body, and then jumped over in turn. The bodies of the four people immediately turned into powder.

He glanced contemptuously at the location of the corpse, shook his head, ran the flying sword, and landed at his feet.

Huh—a moment later, he returned to the Xuanmen.