1314: C1314 Looking for Medicine at the Back of the Mountain

C1314 Looking for Medicine at the Back of the Mountain

He looked at Ye Fan's terrifying smile.

The white horse's body trembled. "No, don't come over here. If you continue walking forward, I will scream."

Everyone was speechless.

It was supposed to be a good fight, but why did you have to be so pretentious?

Moreover, it would be fine if he was facing the opposite sex, but he was still so frivolous in front of Ye Fan. Wasn't he courting death?

As expected.

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and his expression instantly turned cold. "Are you f * cking flirting with me?!"

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Instantly, the long whip made a few cruel sounds in the air. Like a huge dragon, it kept hitting his body.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts!"

However, no matter how he shouted,

Ye Fan did not show any mercy as he whipped him fiercely.

The white horse was covered in blood, and it was a horrible sight to behold.

"Chief Ye, stop! If we continue fighting, he might die." Tang Aoshan could not bear to see this happen, so she tried to stop him.

Ye Fan smiled. "It's fine. This whip of mine will not kill. It will only make him suffer some superficial pain."

The next second.

The long whip waved, like a phantom in the crowd.

Wherever it passed, everyone roared.

The entire training ground wailed like ghosts and howled like hell.

"Run, run! Everyone, run with all your might! He's crazy, he wants to kill all of us!"

No one knew where these people got their strength from.

They all stood up and flew on their swords, instantly fleeing far away.

Tang Aoshan was a little surprised.

Hmm?

Weren't they all heavily injured?

How could they still fly so fast?

At this moment, Ye Fan's voice rang out.

"Are you sure you want to run? If anyone dares to be a deserter, I'll give them another ten lashes."

Everyone looked at each other in dismay.

"Who wants to escape? We just want to dodge."

"That's right. We can't just let you whip us like a target, right?"

"Do we still want to continue? Do we feel that it's meaningless? "

Ye Fan chuckled. "You admit defeat?"

Who wouldn't admit defeat?

Ye Fan used one whip, no, two whips to sweep away everything in his path, killing anyone who stood in his way, killing all who stood in his way.

Who could fight him head on?

A few disciples landed on the ground and rubbed the wounds on their bodies.

"My luck is really bad. I was whipped more than ten times."

"Go ahead and enjoy yourself. I was whipped more than thirty times, and there's not a single good place on my body."

"Wuwuwu, wuwuwu!"

A person suddenly appeared beside them.

He looked like he was no longer human, and his head was covered in blood.

The key was his mouth, as if he had been specially taken care of by a whip.

It was swollen from the whip.

He was so anxious that he couldn't even speak properly.

"Brother, who are you? Why are you being taken care of by Chief Ye?"

"I... Wuwuwu..."

"Speak slowly, or we won't be able to communicate."

Then, the man said word by word, "I am the White Horse Profound. I was whipped more than 300 times..."

"Hiss!"

Everyone gasped.

Ye Fan was using him as a target.

Seeing how the child had sucked him out, he didn't even have a human form anymore.

"Everyone, stand at attention."

Ye Fan gave the order.

No one dared to resist.

"Does everyone still have doubts about my strength this time?"

Everyone hurriedly shook their heads.

"No."

"Then am I qualified to be your leader?"

"You don't deserve to be your leader. We don't deserve to be your leader."

"Then will I still mislead your disciples by teaching you?"

"No, it is our honor to be able to receive your guidance."

Ye Fan was very satisfied with everyone's attitude.

Right, when you get beaten, you need to stand at attention.

As long as you can accept it.

Ye Fan cleaned up the dust on his body.

"I don't care who you are, geniuses or idiots, but if you are cultivating under my tent, you will have to coil up if you are a dragon, and if you are a tiger, you will have to lie down for me."

"If you are not convinced, you can challenge me at any time. As long as you win, I can resign the position of leader at any time."

"Of course, I don't think you have that kind of strength Since you've lost, then fulfill your promise. "

The white horse asked, "What promise?"

"Leap rope! I have two jump ropes here. Everyone, divide them properly. Whoever jumps will be passed on to the next person. Once you start, if you can't finish, you can't eat or sleep, remember? "

" Remember that. "

Ye Fan threw out the tree branch, pulled Tang Aoshan's hand, and left the Sixteen Mountains.

"Let's call it a day. We'll officially start cultivating tomorrow. Goodbye!"

He watched the two of them leave.

Everyone had stupefied expressions on their faces.

Wasn't this the time for cultivation?

Where did the two of you go?

Isn't it a bit too much to talk about love in front of so many people?

Arriving at a secret place.

Tang Aoshan struggled out her arm. "What are you doing? When did I agree to go on a date with you? Is there anyone as violent as you? "

" Er... "

The corner of Ye Fan's mouth twitched twice.

"Did I say I want to go on a date with you? Don't you think too much?"

"Then what are you thinking about?"

Ye Fan pursed his lips. "Look ahead. Where is this?"

"Alchemy Pavilion?"

Tang Aoshan immediately understood. Ye Fan was going to treat her.

Actually, the Blood Sword Sect had always attached great importance to alchemy and artifact forging.

The artifact forging was not bad, the weapon was completely self-sufficient.

Occasionally, they could exchange some magic treasures with other sects, which could be considered a money-making business.

However, his talent in alchemy was very poor.

In the entire sect, there was almost no alchemist who could afford it.

Hence, the pill was very valuable in the Blood Sword Sect.

And this Pill Refinement Pavilion even had a watch. No one refined pills at all.

There was only one gatekeeping disciple inside. In broad daylight, he was still sleepy.

"Why did you bring me here? Do you want to concoct pills?"

"No, I have my own pill furnace, but I lack a few ingredients to refine pills. I want to look around. If I came by myself, I would definitely not be able to enter, so I can only bring you here." Ye Fan spread out his hands.

"You are quite smart."

"I'm just serving you. Of course, I need to make use of you."

"Alright, I'll bring you in! However, you must be mentally prepared. The Blood Sword Sect's Pill Refining Pavilion is nothing. "

"Let's take a look first."

The two of them entered the Pill Refining Pavilion unimpeded.

When the disciples at the door saw that Tang Aoshan had come in person, they wished they could give the entire Pill Refining Pavilion to her.

Immediately, they put down their malicious words and casually took all the medicinal herbs.

Ye Fan went inside and looked around.

There were very few medicinal herbs that were worth getting. They were almost the same grade as the medicine shops in Mortal Realm.

The level of the pill used to refine cultivators was really not high enough.

" Sigh! It's even poorer than I imagined."

"I told you long ago!"

However, since he was already here, he naturally couldn't return empty-handed.

Regardless of whether it was useful or useless, Ye Fan put them all into his own pocket.

"You need so many medicinal herbs to treat my illness? Don't tell me you want to take the opportunity to fill your pocket?"

Ye Fan did not panic at all after his actions were seen through. He hurriedly explained.

"What do you know? There are too many medicinal herbs here. I can only use a few medicinal herbs to refine and replace one of them."

"About 1: 7 ratio. I didn't take much."

"Really?" Tang Aoshan didn't believe it at all.

But it was her fault for not knowing the art of alchemy.

She could only let Ye Fan take it.

Finally, after Ye Fan continued to work hard.

He had gathered most of the medicinal herbs, and only one of them was missing.

"Do you know where the Sun Grass is?"

Tang Aoshan frowned.

"Are you sure you want the Sun Grass? Isn't that a spiritual herb that can only grow under the sun?"

"I can't even see the sunlight. Are you sure you want to give me this kind of medicinal herb that is extremely positive?"

Ye Fan smiled faintly. "Yo, you know quite a bit! Which quack told you before that you can't use the Ardent Sun Grass?"

"This is fighting poison with poison. Your skin is very weak. Do you want to let it weaken?"

"If you don't stimulate it and let it slowly adapt to the yang sunlight, how can you cure your illness?"

"What you said seems to make some sense!"

Ye Fan patted his chest.

"Don't worry. There is nothing I can't do. As long as you tell me how to get the herbs."

Tang Aoshan hesitated.

"I know where it is. It's so scary that you can't get it out."

“ Oh? Where is it?"

"Old ancestor at the back of the mountain."

...

Half an hour later.

Ye Fan and Tang Aoshan hid in a secret corner.

Looking down, they saw an old man sitting in a rocking chair in a courtyard, sunbathing. It was a tranquil and peaceful place.

Tang Aoshan introduced in a low voice, "Ye Fan, he is the old ancestor of our Blood Sword Sect. His strength has reached the Golden Core realm a few decades ago, and he even has the title of Sword God - Jian Mosheng."

Ye Fan had heard of his name from Xue Jie.

It was as if because of his existence, the Blood Sword Sect's status in the various sects was also arrogant.

But didn't they say that he had been traveling the four seas all along?

Why was he staying in the sect now?

He asked the question in his heart.

Tang Aoshan explained snappily, "Can't you go home after traveling the four seas? He stays in the sect for two months every year to ensure the sect's peace. "

"He also proves that he's not dead, so that the other powers don't dare to covet the Blood Sword Sect."

Ye Fan understood. "Alright, I got it!"

As he spoke, he walked out in a grand manner.

"Ye Fan, what are you doing?"2

"You have long hair and short knowledge. Facing such an expert, when we stepped into the back mountain, I think he would know our whereabouts. Hiding here is just a cover for our ears. "

Tang Aoshan curled her lips." You're quite carefree. "

"Of course."

She walked to Jian Mosheng's side.

Ye Fan carefully looked at him.

It was the image of an ordinary old man. He looked skinny and skinny, probably over a hundred years old.

But because of his cultivation, he seemed a little younger.

However, the wrinkles on his face still represented the lofty age of time.

"Kid, the leader of the Blood Sword Sect, Ye Fan, greets the Old Ancestor."

Jian Mosheng didn't speak, and continued to bask in the sun.

Aiyo.

He's quite good at posturing.

Not to mention you're over a hundred years old, even those thousands of years old demons wouldn't dare to have such an attitude towards me.

A hint of disdain flashed across Ye Fan's face.

"Old Ancestor, I have already greeted you! Don't blame this kid for ignoring me."

Then, he waved his hand.

One. A huge sofa bed appeared in front of everyone.

"Chief Tang, please! I will treat you to a rest."

Seeing the big bed, Tang Aoshan's face turned red.

"You lecher, I don't want to be on the same bed as you. Men and women shouldn't touch each other."

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