Tang Fan returned to the hotel and found that the room was no longer available. He didn't want to disturb Mo Yan and Gu Mengran, so he simply jumped to the roof.
He didn't fuse the dragon's blood immediately, but counted the loot first.
There are many treasures in An Xiuhai's storage bag. In addition to the snow-white sword and two flying swords, there are also some middle-grade elixirs for healing, as well as some powerful talismans.
"The invisibility charm can make you invisible!"
Tang Fan picked up a talisman with a happy expression on his face.
"The offensive golden sword talisman and the defensive golden shield talisman, this is the wind-like talisman that can fly!"
Tang Fan used his purple pupil divine eyes to scan these talismans one by one and was overjoyed.
These talismans were originally common items for the disciples of the Immortal Sect, but they were all treasures to Tang Fan.
"Xuanbing Shenlu Dan, the magic medicine for internal injuries!"
Tang Fan picked up an elixir and put it into his mouth. The medicine's power was released, and his body suddenly felt cool, like being suddenly enveloped by air-conditioning under the scorching sun. The injuries inside his body improved quickly.
"Haha, they are all treasures!"
Tang Fan laughed excitedly. After getting rid of the Xuanbing Shenlu Pill, there were still more than a dozen magic medicines for healing. This battle made a lot of money!
Tang Fan picked up the snow-white sword again. It was obviously made of metal, but it was as white as snow and exuded a cold aura.
With a sweep of his purple pupils, its origin immediately appeared in Tang Fan's mind: "Cold Iron Ice Blade, made from ten thousand years of cold iron, a Yin attribute magic weapon."
Tang Fan closed his eyes and thought about it for a moment, then integrated his spiritual consciousness and true energy into the sword, erasing An Xiuhai's spiritual consciousness.
He waved his hand casually, and the sword rotated in the air like a fan, as if it was driving a storm, exuding endless killing intent...
Although this cold iron ice blade is not as powerful as the Sky-Severing Flying Sword, it is a rare innate magic weapon and is much easier to use than the Sky-Severing Flying Sword.
Tang Fan sorted these treasures into storage bags, released silver-shining insects and life-killing golden silkworms to protect the surroundings, and began to fuse the dragon's blood.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, slapped his forehead hard, and spurted out a drop of bright red blood, which was his soul blood.
He opened the crystal bottle, directed the soul blood to float on the mouth of the bottle, made a gesture with his hands, and suddenly a violent aura spread out.
The dragon's blood boiled, and the blood-colored mist gradually spread, wrapping Tang Fan's own soul blood in it.
"melt!"
Tang Fan shouted loudly, and the bloody mist melted into his soul blood, causing his soul blood to tremble violently, as if he felt full.
"receive!"
Tang Fan put the remaining blood energy back into the bottle, sealed the bottle mouth tightly, and with the movement of his fingers, the dragon crystal emitted a powerful suction force and sucked the drop of soul blood into his body.
"ah!"
As the soul blood entered his body, Tang Fan felt a fire snake swimming inside his body. It seemed to have lost control and was running rampant, causing him great pain.
Above the head, clouds and fog rolled, the dark sky was filled with terrifying pressure, and a few lightnings lit up the night sky.
The situation at this moment was actually very similar to the way he looked when he absorbed the dragon crystal.
Although the Dragon Emperor has fallen, his breath still touches the power of Heaven.
It seems that everything Tang Fan did was to change his destiny against heaven and was not recognized by the rules of heaven and earth.
His internal organs were trembling, and his bones were cracking, as if they were about to break.
His body underwent reconstruction, and violent power flowed to every corner extremely quickly, making his consciousness stronger and his body stronger.
No wonder the weapon spirit didn't let him absorb it all. This dragon's blood was really brutal. If he hadn't had the true energy to protect his body, he would have exploded and died.
He couldn't bear the wrath of God alone.
After a while, the world returned to normal, and Tang Fan completely absorbed the drop of dragon blood with a concentration of 1%.
He exhaled a hot breath, and his whole spirit changed, becoming much stronger than before.
The spiritual sea in Dantian is much richer than before, and the vigorous true energy flows in it, seemingly inexhaustibly.
The purple-eyed divine eyes are also sharper, and can still see far away even in the dark.
Even the rat in the sewer, Tang Fan could clearly see every hair on its body.
Tang Fan is not the Dragon Emperor, but he has inherited its power and domineering power. The aura it exudes can make people tremble with fear.
He clenched his fist and swung it, and punched out a thunderbolt easily. The golden shadow of the fist gradually solidified, and it was no longer a virtual shadow. It was no different from a real fist, and it was much more powerful than before.
He waved his hand again, and the golden fist shadow disappeared without a trace, retracting and retracting freely.
He jumped and floated under the night sky, hovering longer than before.
Tang Fan landed firmly on the ground, took a step forward, and performed the Nine Turns of Heaven and Earth Step. Countless Tang Fans seemed to appear around him, and it was hard to tell which one was him.
Haha, the speed has also become faster!
Tang Fan stopped, looked down at his fist, and pondered.
He is now full of energy and physically strong, so it is time to practice the third form of the Nine Turns Shengang Fist.
Tang Fan recited the formula silently and punched calmly.
"Arrow Surge!"
A powerful force shot out from Tang Fan's fist, turning into bits of golden light, like tens of thousands of golden arrows, and instantly surrounded the area in front of him like a violent storm.
As long as one arrow hits the target, the opponent will be seriously injured.
This is the third form of Jiuzhuan Shengang Fist: Arrow Fist.
It also has nine variations, and can fire a hail of arrows according to the battlefield situation, trapping the opponent under pressure and making it difficult to escape.
With Tang Fan's current level of cultivation, if he encounters Tian Nan Shengpo and An Xiuhai again, it should be much easier to kill them.
Tang Fan practiced it many times and finally mastered it extremely skillfully.
He originally wanted to practice the Sky-Slashing Flying Sword, but as the sky became brighter and the Sky-Slashing Flying Sword was too powerful, he was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble.
However, he still threw out the six ordinary flying swords to test the power of the sword array.
Four of the flying swords were obtained from Li Mingdao, and the remaining two were from An Xiuhai.
Tang Fan put away the flying sword and rummaged through the treasures in his storage bag like a rich man, his little face smiling like a flower.
He now wishes that cultivators would come to trouble him at any time. These people are like pets to him.
Send everyone who has magic weapons, I'm waiting for you!
As his cultivation improved, Tang Fan was so excited that he jumped off the roof of the building.
Although he can't fly in the air yet, he can control the speed of his fall and follow the wind like a shadow, making him much lighter.
Mo Yan and Gu Mengran had already woken up. After breakfast, the three of them drove to the venue of the Stone Gambling Conference, Baixiang Villa.
Regarding what happened last night, the three of them had a tacit understanding and no one said much.
However, they both knew everything Tang Fan had done for them.
In the morning, Gu Mengran received a call from Gu Qingfeng.
Gu Qingfeng told her that Gu Yunfei was beaten into a vegetative state by An Xiuhai, and An Xiuhai was missing.
Gu Mengran is smart and knows better than anyone else.
He knew that if Tang Fan didn't care about her, maybe Gu Yunfei wouldn't be as simple as a vegetative state.
As soon as the three of them got off the car, they looked up and saw several acquaintances. It was really lively.
Su Hao stood aside, seemingly waiting for them on purpose.
"Mo Yan, you are here!"
Su Hao took the initiative to say hello.
Mo Yan nodded in response and really didn't want to talk to him any more.
"Tang Fan, did you sleep well last night?"
Su Hao looked at Tang Fan proudly, looking like he was looking for a beating.
Tang Fan immediately understood that the gunman last night must have been sent by him.
He smiled slightly and asked with concern: "Young Master Su, your anus doesn't hurt anymore?"