The white-haired old man also looked at Zhang Fan with anger in his eyes. He was originally going to prove his ability to save his son, but why did he suddenly take action?
"Boy, what do you want to do?"
The white-haired old man scolded angrily.
"I'll prove to you that I have the ability to save your son."
Zhang Fan replied.
As Zhang Fan spoke, he took out the silver needle bag from the cloth bag on his body.
"Please cooperate a little bit."
Then, Zhang Fan looked at the man in the jacket and said.
"What can I do to cooperate with you?
You..." The man in the jacket was about to yell at Zhang Fan.
The white-haired old man saw the silver needle in Zhang Fan's hand and took over the words, "Eldest nephew, for the sake of your brother, please cooperate with him."
The man in the jacket sighed softly and said no more.
After Zhang Fan walked up to the man in the jacket, he began to use the Qi Transfer Formation on the man in the jacket.
When the man in the jacket saw with his own eyes that the wounds on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pain in the broken ribs was gradually reducing, he looked at Zhang Fan with eyes full of horror.
After the cure was completed, Zhang Fan put the silver needle back into the silver needle bag.
"I didn't expect you to be so capable at such a young age."
The white-haired old man praised him, and then said very happily, "Young man, as long as you and I help my son cure his illness, I will never compete with you for this real dragon's foot."
Although their clan has a secret recipe for treating ankylosing spondylitis, he has never seen the secret recipe cure the disease with his own eyes. Moreover, there are many things to pay attention to when preparing the medicine, so he is not 100% sure.
This secret recipe cured his son's disease.
But Zhang Fan could do it 100%, so he was very willing for Zhang Fan to come and treat his son.
"I didn't expect that someone you hate so much would be a soul healer."
The man in the jacket said in a somewhat complicated tone.
"You have to thank me."
Zhang Fan said, "If it weren't for me, those big wounds on your face would definitely leave scars, and those scars would affect your ability to find a wife."
The man in the jacket glanced at Zhang Fan, smacked his mouth, and said nothing. What Zhang Fan said was true. Without Zhang Fan's treatment, he would indeed have scars on his face.
"Old man, from my accent, you also know that I am a foreigner, so I have to rely on your help to get the real dragon's feet out of another dimension."
Zhang Fan said.
"That's no problem, but it will take some time, whether it's going down the mountain or carrying large machinery up the mountain."
The white-haired old man said.
"clear."
Zhang Fan nodded.
"Uncle, I will go down the mountain to carry the large machinery and equipment now."
The man in the jacket said, "The man in the jacket is relatively simple. Now that we have negotiated the terms, let's do it!"
"You are a bit weak, and the large machinery is too heavy. It will take you a long time on the road. It's better for me to go ahead and solve it as quickly as possible."
The white-haired old man said.
"Then...well, then be careful, uncle."
The man in the jacket warned, "By the way, uncle, they are observing us in the dark. If they see you coming down the mountain, they won't do anything to you, right?"
"I didn't bring the real dragon's feet down the mountain. They can't do anything to me. Their goal is the real dragon's feet, not me.
I guess they also guessed that I went down the mountain to find large machinery."
The white-haired old man replied.
The white-haired old man exchanged polite words with Zhang Fan and then went down the mountain.
At this time, the white-haired old man had a very good attitude towards Zhang Fan.
Under the influence of the crown, Zhang Fan and the man in the jacket entered a different space again.
"How did you get in? It turns out there is such a treasure."
The man in the jacket glanced at the crown in Zhang Fan's hand, "Where did you get this?"
"Underwater Tombs in Blue Moon Valley."
Zhang Fanru knows the way.
"That's the tomb."
The man in the jacket raised his eyebrows slightly, "We really didn't take the tomb seriously, thinking that there were just a few valuables and a small ice cicada inside, and they were of little use.
If I had known there was such a treasure, why would my uncle and I have spent so much effort looking for the Holy Plate?"
There are very few people who practice Poison Finger, and the Jade Dragon Ice Cicada is of no use to most people. A spell that can make people younger like the white-haired old man said requires hundreds of Jade Dragon Ice Cicada. One
It won't be of much use either.
A full six hours passed before the white-haired old man came back. He drove a forklift into the alien space.
Zhang Fan and the man in the jacket saw the white-haired old man driving a forklift in front of them.
"Uncle, come down and I'll do it...you're not good at driving this thing."
The man in the jacket said enthusiastically that he was very interested in these large machines and had been playing with them since he became an adult. With his current technical level, it would be no problem for him to become a teacher in a technical school.
The man in the jacket drove the forklift and immediately picked up the real dragon's feet.
The forklift turned around in the stone chamber and drove outside. Zhang Fan and the white-haired old man followed behind the forklift.
"I know you're hungry, so I'll buy you two burritos from outside and eat them."
The white-haired old man took out a paper bag from his arms.
"Thanks."
Zhang Fan took it and ate it happily.
Zhang Fan hadn't eaten for more than ten hours and was really hungry.
Soon, the three of them came out of the different space. After arriving outside, the man in the jacket got out of the car, looked at the white-haired old man and asked, "Uncle, what should we do next?"
The white-haired old man turned his attention to Zhang Fan, "If we carry on with the real dragon's feet in such a big way, they will definitely take action against us."
"Of course we can't go on with such a big fanfare."
Zhang Fan said, "I have my own methods, but I hope you two can avoid it for the time being."
"We've all been honest with each other, right?"
The man in the jacket answered bluntly.
Before Zhang Fan could answer, the white-haired old man said: "My eldest nephew, there is nothing wrong with this. Although I am honest with you, there are some things you must pay attention to. Can you guarantee that I will bring out precious treasures or use rare items?"
When it comes to techniques, you won’t be tempted?”
The white-haired old man's words stopped the man in the jacket from questioning.
"Where would it be better for us to go?"
The white-haired old man looked at Zhang Fan and asked.
"Thank you for your understanding. When you leave this cave, it is enough to be about ten meters away from the cave."
Zhang Fan said.
Without saying a word, the white-haired old man took his eldest nephew out of the cave and walked thirty meters down the mountain.
Zhang Fan no longer hesitated, and with a thought, the real dragon's feet immediately shrank and entered Zhang Fan's space ring.
Zhang Fan had also moved his thoughts in the different space, but the real dragon's feet did not move at all, but other things could be put in and taken out easily.
Judging from this situation, this space ring should only be able to hold things that the owner of the ring can handle under the circumstances.