Ye Bufan looked back and saw that the old Taoist I met on the antique street standing behind him.

It seems that I was so excited about getting the storage ring just now that I didn’t notice that the old Taoist was following me all the time.

At this time, the old Taoist looked at the ring in his hand with his eyes lit up, and shouted excitedly: "Mucai Sumeru, which accommodates all kinds of things, is indeed a good thing.

Hurry up and hand it over to Master Dao, I can spare you."

Ye Bufan said coldly: "Get out of here quickly, I can spare you even if you don't die."

The old Taoist said with a sinister expression: "Boy, do you know who you are talking to? If you annoy me, it will not only make you die without a place to bury you, but it will also make you lose your soul and never be reborn.

If you hand over this ring, Master Dao will definitely benefit you."

The old Taoist actually had some concerns in his heart. Since the young man in front of him could use the spell of mustard seed and Sumeru, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

Moreover, his calm expression made him unable to see through the truth, so he didn't rush to take action, and wanted to touch the other party's background.

Ye Bufan frowned: "It's so hard. Are you robbing it or not? If you don't rob it, I'll leave."

"Since you want to die, Master Dao will send you on his way."

For the treasure in front of you, the old Taoist no longer cared about it and slapped him with a palm.

If it were placed before building the foundation, Ye Bufan would have looked at the old Taoist with a high look, but now it is different. The two of them are completely different in martial arts cultivation.

He did not dodge at all and slapped out in front of the old Taoist's hand.

The two palms touched each other, and with a bang, the old Taoist suddenly flew back more than ten meters like a kite with a broken string, and fell to the ground with a pounce, and then he vomited a large mouthful of blood.

He got up from the ground and looked at Ye Bufan in shock. He never expected that the young man in front of him had such a high level of cultivation, and he actually caused him to suffer internal injuries and vomit blood with one move.

"You are actually a Xuan-level warrior?"

Ye Bufan obtained the martial arts inheritance of the ancient medical sect. He was not clear about the current level of warriors and did not understand what the meaning of this Xuan-level warrior was.

He said: "The silence of a bull is so wise, he wants to learn from others as a robber."

"Boy, don't think it's amazing to reach the Xuan level. Master Dao can kill you."

The old Taoist wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then flipped his hands, and a series of talismans appeared in the palm of his palm.

"Go to die for me."

The old Taoist shouted loudly, and the talismans suddenly flew into the air like spirituality, forming a long dragon, and then suddenly ignited a flame, turning into a fire dragon and pounced towards Ye Bufan.

After the fire dragon was released, the old Taoist looked proud. These were all talismans he carefully refined. Although the fire dragon's flames were not as strong as the innate fire, they were much stronger than ordinary fires.

Although the other party is a Xuan-level warrior, he can never stop his magic attack.

Looking at the fire dragon roaring towards him, Ye Bufan sneered at the corner of his mouth. He had obtained the inheritance of the ancient medical sect, his mental power was extremely strong, and his cultivation in magic was far higher than that in martial arts.

"The pearl of rice grains dares to shine!"

Facing the fire dragon rushing towards him, he waved his palm gently. The fire dragon not only stopped attacking immediately, but turned around and rushed towards the old Taoist.

"The seal of the void is to control the universe, you...you... are actually a master of magic!"

The old Taoist was so shocked that he could not stop it, but at this time the fire dragon had already rushed to him, and he hurriedly tried his best to resist.

It’s a pity that the fire dragon is powerful. He does not have the powerful magic power as powerful as Ye Bufan. In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by the fire dragon, and his eyebrows and hair became burnt.

The old Taoist no longer cared about it, and talismans flew out from his palms. It took nine or two tigers to extinguish the flames on his body. He did not dare to stop any longer, and ran to the distance as if he was flying.

Such a young Xuan-level warrior and a master of magic are definitely not something he can provoke.

Ye Bufan was in a good mood when he got the storage ring, but he ignored the old Taoist, turned around and left Jubao Garden, and walked towards the hotel he rented.

The old Taoist ran away, but the words just now aroused his curiosity.

What is a Xuan-level warrior? What is a master of magic? How many warriors and practitioners are there in this world, and how are the levels divided? Which level is this old Taoist at?

However, he is surrounded by ordinary people now, so these problems can only be found in his stomach first, and then he will understand them if he has the chance.

After returning to the hotel, Ye Bufan thought, cinnabar, yellow paper and other tools for drawing talismans appeared on the table.

He picked up the brush and began to draw talismans on the yellow paper.

Talismans use their own magic power to stimulate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and store energy on yellow label paper in advance in the form of talismans.

It can be said that talismans are an early reserve of energy, which can be smashed out at critical moments.

Although it was his first time to draw talismans, he gained the inheritance of the ancient medical school and had profound skills in art. Drawing talismans is not difficult.

In just over an hour, he drew 20 evil-repelling talismans, 20 fire talismans, 20 five-thunder talismans, and some other talismans scattered, and they were all put into the storage ring.

There is no harm in preparing more of these things, and you will be prepared for any trouble at critical moments.

For example, even if you encounter a warrior with a higher cultivation level than him, you will smash them out in a hurry and fight for the opportunity to escape.

Just after I finished all these, the phone I placed next to me rang. It was called by my good brother Han Shuai.

After the phone was connected, Han Shuai's voice immediately came, "Third brother, tonight, Yeweiyang Bar in Dongcheng District, you must not be late. It is related to your lifelong affairs, so you must not be late."

Ye Bufan said, "Don't worry, although you are not as handsome as me, but if I have brothers, I will definitely help you hold the beauty."

As a inheritor, he definitely has this confidence.

"Who gives you the courage to even say such words? Don't you know I am the beauty in our dormitory?" Han Shuai said, "I won't say it anymore, I'll call Yuting and see you in the evening."

Han Shuai hung up the phone after saying that.

As soon as Ye Bufan put his cell phone on the desk, the phone rang again and looked at the caller ID. This time it was called by Ma Haidong, the director of Jiangnan Hospital.

Pressing the answer button, he said, "Director Ma, is there anything wrong?"

"It's like this. Doctor Ye. I have a cousin who is very ill. I want to ask you to treat him. Do you have time?"

Ma Haidong is the director of Jiangnan Hospital. He has the best medical resources in Jiangnan City, and he cannot even treat them. It can be seen that the other party must have had difficult and complicated diseases, which aroused Ye Bufan's interest.

He said, "Yes, I just have time in the afternoon."

"That's great, I'll pick you up now."

After asking about Ye Bufan's location, Ma Haidong hung up the phone, and half an hour later, he drove a black Audi A6 to the front door of the hotel.
Chapter completed!