As a strong person in the transformation stage, his rational reaction was much faster than that of Li Tie. A ray of soul instantly rose from the Niwan Palace and suspended in the air.
He looked back angrily and saw a small black bottle covering his head. He was then sucked into it and lost consciousness instantly.
A sneer appeared on Ye Bufan's lips, and he put away the demon refining bottle. Since the other party came to kill him, he must be prepared to be killed.
Finally, he followed the same pattern and knocked on Li Su's door.
In less than half an hour, all seven powerful men sent by the Li family were killed, their bodies were disposed of completely, and their souls turned into seven divine soul pills and fell into the alchemy bottle.
Ye Bufan left Fulai Inn and returned to Taiping Medical Center. All this was done silently, without anyone noticing at all. The people in the inn did not know that the seven distinguished guests who had just stayed had completely disappeared from the world.
He returned to his room, sat cross-legged, and first put seven Sheng Yuan Pills refined by Nascent Soul into his mouth.
The result is as expected. After the cultivation level reaches the late stage of golden elixir, the effect of this low-level elixir is limited.
Although his mental strength has also improved, it is not enough to send himself to the realm of Golden Elixir Dzogchen.
Finally, he threw the remaining two pills into his mouth. Soon, an extremely comfortable feeling came from the sea of consciousness, as warm as if he was soaking in a hot spring.
After a while, his aura suddenly increased, and he instantly reached the state of golden elixir perfection.
He was originally in the Void Refining Realm before, but now all he lacks is mental strength.
As long as the mental strength is in place and the cultivation level is restored instantly, there is no bottleneck at all.
The cultivation level has improved to another level. Ye Bufan nodded with satisfaction. It seems that the food delivery people in the Li family in Beijing are not bad.
Then he slowly closed his eyes and started practicing again to stabilize his cultivation.
In the Fang family, the head of the family, Fang Tianhua, drank a lot of wine because he was depressed and rushed to the toilet in a daze.
But just as he squatted down and was feeling so refreshed, a powerful murderous intention suddenly broke out.
A powerful murderous aura fell from the sky, directly piercing the roof of the toilet, and then a sharp knife was stabbed directly into his throat.
No, under the huge crisis, Fang Tianhua no longer cared about his butt in order to save his head, and moved sideways directly on the pit.
He moved more than a meter away and barely escaped the fatal blow.
The man in black who suddenly attacked was a very experienced killer. He immediately ran away after missing a hit, then turned around and prepared to escape.
Fang Tianhua was extremely furious at this moment, so how could he let him escape? The long sword from behind instantly flew out and turned into a sword light and slashed him directly.
After all, he is a monk of Yuanying Dzogchen. He is not comparable to the ordinary assassin in front of him. His extremely sharp sword light can cut the opponent in half in an instant.
"Damn it!"
Although he had killed the opponent, Fang Tianhua was still angry and raised his hand to take back the sword.
But then a strong stench hit his face, and he realized that the pants underneath him were already stained with filth.
"Damn assassin, I'm your eighth generation ancestor!"
He was even more furious that the other party actually chose such a time to assassinate him, making himself such a big embarrassment.
At this time, a dozen servants who heard the commotion ran over in a hurry.
"Master, are you okay?"
The head guard asked first, then he could not help but frown when he smelled a foul smell, and took a few steps back.
"Get rid of all useless things!"
Fang Tianhua vented his anger on the guards, then turned and returned to his room.
In another room, the First Elder Fang Tiankuo looked at a little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old in front of him with a serious look.
"Little girl, what are you still doing? Come quickly and serve me."
"Master, I'm afraid I don't want it!"
The little girl's voice was very low, and her body tightened, like a frightened lamb.
"What are you afraid of? I'll let you know right away what it means to be ecstatic."
A lewd smile appeared on Fang Tiankuo's face. Everyone in the Fang family knew that the elder liked this tone.
As soon as he reached out and pulled the little girl into his arms, he felt her youthful and youthful body, and his body suddenly became extremely hot.
He strode towards the bedside with the little girl in his arms, but just halfway through, the little girl, who had been so frightened just now, suddenly flashed a cold light in her eyes, and then a shining dagger stabbed directly into his heart.
Although Fang Tiankuo was overcome with lust at the moment, he was still a strong man at the Nascent Soul Dzogchen level. Sensing something was wrong, he threw the little girl forward, and then quickly dodged to the left.
But it all came too late. The short knife in the girl's hand was extremely sharp and cut off his right arm in an instant.
"ah!"
Fang Tiankuo let out a scream, and his mind immediately came to his senses. This was not an ordinary girl, but a well-trained assassin.
But when he came back to his senses, the experienced assassin missed a single hit and had already fled outside the room and quickly disappeared into the night sky.
"Damn it!"
Fang Tiankuo roared, but at this moment he no longer cared about pursuing. He quickly took out a healing pill and put it into his mouth, and then began to treat his injuries.
The eldest young master Fang Hongjin was riding a horse on the streets of Tianlang City. He had just walked out of the brothel and the oiran girl's room, and the feeling before still left him unsatisfied.
And just when he was having endless aftertaste, the front hooves of the mount under his butt suddenly gave way, and he fell directly forward, and he could not avoid being thrown out.
After all, Fang Hongjin is a strong man in the Nascent Soul stage. Although he is only in the early stage, he is not comparable to ordinary people.
When he was in danger, he put his toes on the saddle, and his whole body flew directly into the air.
But just as he was in mid-air, a huge sense of crisis suddenly came, and three cold rays of light pierced the night sky like meteors, shooting directly towards his face, chest and lower abdomen.
Feather arrows, and feather arrows engraved with formations, can directly tear through the body-protecting Qi of a strong Nascent Soul Stage warrior.
At this moment, it was too late to dodge while he was in mid-air. Fang Hongjin could only draw out the sword from behind and slash at the three feather arrows in front of him.
Bang bang bang, after three muffled sounds, he finally cut off the three arrows.
But at this moment, another cold light struck him from behind, piercing directly into his back.
This move was fast and fierce, and the sharp sword energy made his back feel numb.
Fang Hongjin was immediately horrified. It turned out that everything in front of him was all foreshadowing, all wasting himself, just for this fatal blow.
But being in mid-air made him unable to dodge flexibly. He had just tried his best to cut off three feather arrows, and all the energy in his body had been exhausted. He has not recovered yet.
It has to be said that the opponent's series of killing moves are extremely exquisitely designed, making his combat power not even one-tenth of his usual strength.
He could only twist his body desperately and try his best to get out of the way of the fatal wound.
But the other party seemed to have been prepared for his reaction, and the short knife in his hand followed him like a shadow, stabbing into the back of the heart accurately.
