When Tang Fan left, he took away the treasures and antiques in the secret room above.
He took the opportunity to look at the Qiankun Bag and found that there were many treasures inside, which were all trophies he had collected previously. Apart from some rare antiques, it was time to get rid of some things.
Not to mention whether he could find the items that Linghou Wanchen asked him to prepare, even if he could find them, it would cost a lot of money.
At this point, he did not deceive Wan Chen. If measured by today's money, those items are all priceless treasures. Even if he cashes out all his properties, 80% of them will not be enough.
This is simply a huge amount of money!
Tang Fan saw Wan Chen and got the Immortal Treasure from her. This was a good thing.
However, when he thought about the weapon spirit, Tang Fan really couldn't be happy.
"woman……"
Tang Fan felt bitter in his mouth. He had indeed been a little restless recently and hadn't put in much effort in cultivation. Did he really miss women too much?
Tang Fan carefully recalled every word Qi Ling and Wan Chen said. He wanted to find some loopholes, but after careful consideration, he couldn't refute it.
The love between a man and a woman is an instinctive desire, which is really torturous. If you can't even get through this, how can you make a bigger breakthrough in your cultivation?
The Panshan Sutra seems to be a physical training, but in fact it is a mental training.
Whether it’s cultivation or life, only when you look back can you smile past the suffering you suffered in the past.
But if you are deeply involved in it, who is not struggling and fighting for survival?
This is also a necessary process of spiritual practice. It is just a matter of enduring it temporarily. This little pain is nothing!
At this moment, Tang Fan had some insights and realized more deeply that the practice of life is not limited to magic and supernatural powers.
All things have animism, Tao is everywhere, practice anytime and anywhere...
“I’ve endured it for so many years, and it’s not far behind now!”
Tang Fan gritted his teeth, thinking that he now had five immortal veins, and nine immortal veins could form a golden elixir. As long as he survived this hurdle, he would get what he wanted!
"Hey, this silly boy didn't expect to realize this level. Seeing him in such pain, I really can't bear to lie to him..."
The weapon spirit murmured to himself while hiding in the dragon crystal. His previous words were just to let Tang Fan concentrate on his practice and stop thinking about women, but he didn't expect that he would realize so much.
Tang Fan left the Widow's Building and saw two red figures floating over the villa from a distance. It was obvious that they came with bad intentions.
These two people were wearing red robes, exuding coercion and full of murderous intent. At first glance, they were not easy to offend.
Tang Fanzheng was filled with evil fire and had no place to release it. When he saw someone looking for trouble, he immediately jumped up and ran towards the two of them.
When the two heard the sound of breaking wind and turned around to look, Tang Fan turned into an afterimage and had already stabilized in front of them.
The two men in red robes have good cultivation, one is at the peak of Dan formation, and the other is in the middle stage of Dan formation.
"Who are you? How dare you fly in front of my young master!"
The monk in the middle stage of elixir formation took a step forward and asked majestically.
"Humph, the master didn't say anything, but you jumped out first. You are really a good dog!"
Tang Fan smiled coldly, it would be fine if the other party had a nice attitude, but he didn't expect that he would be so rude and he would not be polite.
As for the origins of these two people, he already had speculations in his mind.
"Asshole, who are you calling a dog?"
"Whoever barks happily is a dog..."
Tang Fan folded his hands in front of his chest, as if he was looking at an idiot.
Although the other party has a good level of cultivation, he lacks social experience at first glance, so he is no match for Tang Fan in terms of words.
"Ah...you are looking for death!"
The monks in the middle stage of forming the elixir are furious and filled with evil spirits, and they must cast spells when they press the secret formula.
"Back off!"
Behind him, the man at the peak of his pill formation said calmly.
"You...you wait!"
The man in the middle stage of pill formation gritted his teeth and glared at Tang Fan. In his opinion, the opponent was only in the foundation building realm, and he was not at the same level as him.
But the man behind him, who was at the peak of his core formation, was obviously more careful than him in observing things.
When Tang Fan flew in just now, his speed was faster than that of an ordinary foundation-building monk, and his body also released a strong smell of blood. Only those who have killed can form this kind of evil aura.
He took two steps forward, clasped his fists and said, "This fellow Taoist, it was indeed my subordinate who acted recklessly just now. However, the sage said that you should be merciful and merciful, so why are you so persecuting!"
He seemed to be polite, but he had the air of a man in a position of authority, condescending and preaching.
"Ha ha!"
Tang Fan laughed loudly. He hated this kind of big-tailed wolf that liked to show off the most in his life.
The other party frowned slightly, very unhappy, and asked: "Why are you laughing?"
Tang Fan looked arrogant and sneered: "Since you know you made a mistake first, you should apologize first, but it's better for you to talk about my fault instead. Didn't your mother tell you the truth about being a human being since you were a child?"
"You are really arrogant. You...you are the first person who dares to speak to me like this. If you were in my sect, I would cut off your finger! If you are smart, get out of the way and don't disturb me!"
The other party suppressed his anger, but he didn't expect that Tang Fan wouldn't give him any face.
"My young master is in a good mood today. If you keep talking nonsense, I will kill you! If you are a little foundation-building monk, you dare to be so presumptuous, so get out of here!"
Seeing that the young master was dissatisfied, the monk who was in the middle stage of pill formation jumped out immediately with an arrogant look on his face.
"If I don't leave today, what can you do to me?"
Tang Fan simply sat cross-legged in front of the two of them, closed his eyes, and looked like he was too lazy to pay attention to you.
"This is unreasonable, I will teach you a lesson today, you idiot!"
The monk in the middle stage of pill formation was scolded by Tang Fan just now and was looking for an opportunity to deal with him.
He flew towards him, with blood filling his body. With a gesture of his hand, a bloody sword went straight to Tang Fan's throat.
Tang Fan didn't even open his eyes, secretly using his energy, his body sitting cross-legged swayed a bit.
The bloody sword whizzed past his shoulder, and although the force blew up his long hair, it didn't hurt him at all.
"Well...I really underestimate you!"
The monk in the middle stage of pill formation frowned slightly. Although he did not use all his strength with this sword, it would not be so easy for ordinary foundation-building monks to avoid it.
"Let's see how you can hide!"
He secretly glanced at the young master behind him, made a gesture again, and an even larger blood sword flew out, twice as fast as before.
A bloodthirsty intent was released from the sword, completely covering Tang Fan's body.
The physical body foundation should be able to withstand the blow of the Danjie monk, so I'll give it a try!
Tang Fan had made up his mind, and this time he didn't even move. He just sat there, trying to bear the sword with his physical strength.
"Idiot, why doesn't he hide?"
In the middle stage of pill formation, the monk opened his eyes wide and looked horrified.
The young master behind him was also stunned, unable to guess what Tang Fan wanted to do.
"boom!"
The blood sword shot straight into Tang Fan's chest, making a roar.
Tang Fan's body sitting cross-legged was knocked back quickly, his internal organs surged, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
Although he was slightly injured, under the protection of the Panshan Sutra, he managed to release that power.
The blood sword collapsed, and the blood energy surrounded Tang Fan and penetrated into his body.
"Get away!"
Tang Fan groaned, shook his shoulders, and the blood and energy wrapped around his body was shaken away, revealing his seemingly intact body.
"Ah...how is this possible!"
The monk in the middle stage of pill formation opened his mouth wide and looked at Tang Fan blankly.
"Isn't it fun?"
Tang Fan's body stood up and slowly floated in front of him.
"You...how could you be okay? You..."
"Next, it's my turn!"
Tang Fan moved while speaking, his body turned into an afterimage, and his cultivation exploded, completely releasing his speed, as if he had broken through the void...
"Hong Jie, be careful!"
The young master had a premonition that something was wrong and quickly warned loudly, but it was still too late.