Tang Fan asked: "Where did you learn the Taiyuan Yin Fu Jing?"

"My father stole it."

"Show it to me!"

An Xiuhai honestly pulled out a torn booklet from his storage bag.

Tang Fan glanced at his storage bag and asked, "What other treasures do you have?"

"Back then, my father gave me a drop of immortal blood."

"Immortal blood? Where is it?"

"hotel."

"Take me to get it quickly!"

Although Tang Fan had never seen that thing, he thought it was a treasure.

He first bandaged An Xiuhai's broken arm briefly, then talked to Mo Yan, and left with An Xiuhai.

An Xiuhai returned to the hotel, found the crystal bottle and handed it to Tang Fan.

Before Tang Fan could use his purple pupil eyes to take a closer look, a sharp voice came from his mind: "It smells so familiar, ah, this... this is the old dragon's blood!"

"Dragon blood?"

Tang Fan was frightened for a while, and just when he was about to ask more questions, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door outside the basement.

"Brother An, are you back? Was Tang Fan killed by you?"

Gu Yunfei, you are willing to die!
Chapter completed!