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Chapter 1852 Advantages

"Hey!" the golden-robed Taoist replied, and then quickly left the room.

Zhang Fan was not familiar with the middle-aged man in blue robe, so there was nothing to talk about. Zhang Fan leaned on the sofa and played with his mobile phone.

The middle-aged man in blue robe glanced at Zhang Fan for a few times, and finally plucked up the courage to say: "Mr. Zhang, your medical skills are so superb, you will definitely be able to master the Seven-Star Beidou Solid Poison Array. Please show your kindness and help me control the toxins in my body."

, spare my life, let me go?"

The middle-aged man in blue robe looked at Zhang Fan with eyes full of expectation.

Zhang Fan glanced at the middle-aged man in blue robe and said nothing.

"I had a grudge against the golden-robed Taoist priest because he killed one of my brothers, so I took revenge on his son. Therefore, everything I did was excusable." The middle-aged man in blue robe continued.

Excuse yourself.

"It is indeed excusable for you to attack the son of a golden-robed Taoist priest. To a certain extent, I can understand your behavior." Zhang Fan said fairly.

Upon hearing Zhang Fan's words, a happy look suddenly appeared on the face of the middle-aged man in blue robe.

Then, Zhang Fan calmly asked in a cold voice: "Are your sins just for attacking the son of a golden-robed Taoist priest? Your sins are far more serious than this, right?

So, don’t be greedy, if you continue to bargain with me, I will remove the spell I cast on you right now and make you lose your soul under this soul-stirring technique."

The middle-aged man in blue robes could see the corner of his mouth twitching fiercely. Judging from Zhang Fan's expression and tone, Zhang Fan was definitely not joking. He could only look at Zhang Fan and smile to ease the tense atmosphere.

After twenty minutes passed, the golden-robed Taoist priest quickly entered the lobby on the first floor, holding his still unconscious son, and came to Zhang Fan's side, waiting for Zhang Fan's instructions.

Zhang Fan took the initiative to make way for the sofa, placed the golden-robed Taoist priest's son on the sofa, and then said to the middle-aged man in blue: "Come here for treatment..."

The middle-aged man in blue robe struggled to stand up and walked towards the golden-robed Taoist priest. He stared at the golden-robed Taoist priest's son with burning eyes. His eyes were full of unwillingness, but what could he do if he was unwilling?

At this time, he didn't even have a chance to bargain.

"Mr. Zhang, he won't take this opportunity to harm my son, right?" The golden-robed Taoist priest whispered in Zhang Fan's ear worriedly.

"He has been poisoned, and his movements are half a beat slower than others. I am watching from the side. If I find any signs of him harming your son, I will stop him in time." Zhang Fan comforted. In fact, Zhang Fan said

It is also true, and the middle-aged man in blue robe is afraid of death and wants to save his soul, so he will not do anything that goes against his idea.

The golden-robed Taoist priest nodded heavily.

I saw the middle-aged man in blue robe making a complicated finger gesture with both hands, and then bit the tip of the middle finger of his right hand, and a drop of dark blue blood instantly gushes out from the belly of his finger.

This was the first time Zhang Fan saw such a deep blue color. Zhang Fan couldn't help but blurt out, "Are you from the Han Yuan royal family?"

Hearing Zhang Fan's words, a look of surprise appeared on the face of the middle-aged man in blue robe, "You know a lot about our Han Yuan clan."

"So what if you have royal blood?

In the end, I was defeated at the hands of a woman." The middle-aged man in blue robe smiled bitterly, and the woman he mentioned was naturally referring to his current wife.

If his wife hadn't poisoned him while he wasn't paying attention, the spider spirit wouldn't have been able to successfully perform the soul-stirring technique on him.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore." The middle-aged man in blue robe took the initiative to put aside the topic.

"snort!"

Immediately afterwards, a muffled groan came from his mouth. Under the influence of Tao Qi and Zhen Qi in his body, the drop of blood on the tip of his right middle finger instantly evaporated and turned into blue smoke.

The breath was swirling on the fingertips of his right hand.

This smoke was exactly the same as the smoke soaked in the soul of the golden-robed Taoist priest's son, but Zhang Fan felt that the two blue smokes were vaguely different, but Zhang Fan couldn't tell what was different.

.

After the blue smoke circled around the fingertips of the middle-aged man in blue robe for three times, the middle-aged man in blue robe pointed with one hand, and the blue smoke instantly reached the Yintang position of the golden-robed Taoist priest's son, surrounding the golden-robed man.

The position of the Taoist son's Yintang circled around.

The swirling blue smoke seemed to create a suction force, constantly sucking the blue smoke that soaked into the soul of the golden-robed Taoist priest's son and had a corrosive effect on the soul of the golden-robed Taoist priest's son.

As the blue smoke seeped out, the face of the golden-robed Taoist priest's son became better and better, and his soul became more and more energetic.

About 10 minutes later, the last wisp of blue smoke floated out from the Yintang position of the golden-robed Taoist priest's son, and a muffled groan was heard from the golden-robed Taoist priest's son.

The next moment, the middle-aged man in blue robe gently exhaled a breath. At the same time, his body became unstable and fell to the ground. At this time, the middle-aged man in blue robe was sweating profusely and his face was full of sweat.

of fatigue.

The middle-aged man in blue robe was already poisoned, so it's good that he can persevere.

The middle-aged man in blue robe gasped violently and said to Zhang Fan: "Mr. Zhang, I can only pull out the blue smoke from his soul. I am not a soul healer, so I cannot repair the soul."

It’s a matter of skill.”

Zhang Fan glanced at the middle-aged man in blue robes, took out the silver needle from the cloth bag he carried with him, and then started applying acupuncture on the golden-robed Taoist priest's son. After about seven or eight minutes, the golden-robed Taoist priest's son

His face completely returned to normal, his breathing became evener, and Zhang Fan completely repaired the soul of the golden-robed Taoist priest's son.

"Your son is fine now. If it's fast, he'll wake up in a few hours. If it's slow, he'll wake up in two days at most." Zhang Fan said to the golden-robed Taoist priest.

The golden-robed Taoist priest nodded heavily with joy on his face. He also felt that his son's soul had returned to its normal state without any defects. Then, he thanked Zhang Fan repeatedly: "Thank you, Mr. Zhang...Thank you, Mr. Zhang..."

"Take good care of your son." Zhang Fan said to the golden-robed Taoist priest.

After saying that, Zhang Fan turned his attention to the middle-aged man in blue robe. After he was saved, it was time to do his own business. "I saw the whole process just now. Judging from your behavior, whether it was

The spells you planted on the golden-robed Taoist priest's son, or the spells you removed from the golden-robed Taoist priest's son, are all related to the blood of your Hanyuan royal family. What is the difference between the Hanyuan royal family and ordinary Hanyuan people? In other words, Hanyuan

What advantages do the royal family have over ordinary Hanyuan people?"

(End of chapter)


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