Ye Bufan looked back and saw that standing behind him was the old man he met in the antique street.
It seems that I was so excited about getting the storage ring just now that I didn't notice this old man following me.
At this time, the old Taoist looked at the ring on his hand with bright eyes, and shouted excitedly: "The mustard seed Xumi is indeed a good thing that can accommodate hundreds of things.
Give it to Master Dao quickly, and I can spare your life."
Ye Bufan said coldly: "Get out of here quickly, and I can spare your life."
The old Taoist said with a sinister look: "Boy, do you know who you are talking to? If you offend me, not only will you die without a burial place, but your soul will be scattered and you will never live again.
If you hand over this ring, Taoist Master will benefit from you."
The old Taoist actually still has some concerns in his heart. Since the young man in front of him can use Mustard Seed Sumeru's magic, he must not be an ordinary person.
Moreover, his calm expression prevented him from seeing through the truth, so he was not in a hurry to take action and wanted to find out the details of the other party.
Ye Bufan frowned: "It's too annoying. Are you going to rob it or not? If not, I can leave."
"Since you want to die, Master Tao will send you on your way."
For the sake of the treasure in front of him, the old Taoist couldn't care less and slapped it with one palm.
If it were before foundation building, Ye Bufan would still have looked at the old Taoist master, but it was different now. The two of them were completely different in terms of martial arts cultivation.
He didn't dodge at all, and slapped the old Taoist's hand out.
The two palms touched each other, and with a bang, the old man suddenly flew back more than ten meters like a kite with its string cut off, fell to the ground with a plop, and then spat out a large mouthful of blood.
He got up from the ground and looked at Ye Bufan in shock. He never expected that the young man in front of him had such a high level of cultivation that he could suffer internal injuries and vomit blood with just one move.
"Are you actually a Xuan-level warrior?"
Ye Bufan obtained the martial arts inheritance from the ancient medical sect. He is not clear about the current level of warriors and does not understand the meaning of this Xuan-level warrior.
He said: "You damn Niubi, you only have so little ability and you still want to imitate others and become a robber."
"Boy, don't think that reaching the Xuan level is a big deal. The Taoist master can kill you as well."
The old Taoist wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then turned his hands over, and a series of talismans appeared in his palms.
"Go to hell."
The old Taoist shouted loudly, and the talismans suddenly flew into the air as if they were spiritual, forming a long dragon. Then they suddenly ignited flames, turning into a fire dragon and rushing towards Ye Bufan.
After the fire dragon came out, the old Taoist looked proud. These were the talismans he had carefully refined. Although the fire dragon's flames were not as good as the innate fire, they were much more powerful than ordinary flames.
Even though the opponent is a Xuan-level warrior, he can never block his own magical attack.
Looking at the roaring fire dragon, a sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Bufan's mouth. He had inherited the ancient medical school, his mental power was extremely strong, and his skills in magic were far higher than those in martial arts.
"The pearl of a grain of rice dares to shine!"
Facing the charging fire dragon, he waved his hand gently. Not only did the fire dragon immediately stop attacking, but it turned around and rushed towards Lao Dao.
"Form the seal in the void, control the universe, you... you... are actually a master of magic!"
The old Taoist was extremely shocked, but at this moment the fire dragon had already rushed in front of him, and he quickly tried his best to resist it.
It's a pity that the fire dragon is very powerful. He doesn't have as powerful magic power as Ye Bufan. In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by the fire dragon, and his eyebrows burned.
The old Taoist couldn't care anymore, talismans flew out from his palms one after another, and it took a lot of effort to extinguish the flames on his body. He didn't dare to make any further stops, and ran away as fast as he could.
Such a young Xuan-level warrior and a magic master was definitely not something he could afford to offend.
Ye Bufan was in a good mood after getting the storage ring, and ignored the old man. He turned and left Treasure Garden and walked towards the hotel he rented.
The old man ran away, but what he said just now aroused his curiosity.
What is a Xuan-level warrior? What is a magic master? How many warriors and practitioners are there in this world, and how are the levels divided? What level is this veteran?
However, he is surrounded by ordinary people now, so these questions can only be kept in his stomach for now, and he will figure them out later when he has the opportunity.
After returning to the hotel, Ye Bufan thought, and tools such as cinnabar and yellow paper for drawing symbols appeared on the table.
He picked up the brush and began to draw the talismans on the yellow paper.
The talisman uses its own magic power to activate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and stores the energy in the form of talismans on yellow paper in advance.
It can be said that the talisman is a kind of advance reserve of energy, which can be thrown out at a critical moment.
Although it was his first time to draw talismans, he had inherited the ancient medical tradition and had profound skills, so it was not difficult to draw talismans.
In just over an hour, he drew 20 exorcism talismans, 20 fire talismans, 20 five thunder talismans, and a few other scattered talismans, and put them all into the storage ring.
There's no harm in preparing a little more of these things, so you'll be prepared for critical moments.
For example, if you encounter those five thunder talismans, even if you encounter a warrior with a higher level of cultivation than him, if you throw them all out, the opponent will be in a hurry and give you a chance to escape.
As soon as I finished doing this, the phone next to me rang. It was my good brother Han Shuai calling.
After the call was connected, Han Shuai's voice came immediately, "Third brother, at eight o'clock tonight at Ye Weiyang Bar in Dongcheng District, you must not be late. It is a matter of life for my buddy, so you must not be late."
Ye Bufan said: "Don't worry, although you are not as handsome as me, but with my brother here, I will definitely be able to help you win a beautiful woman."
As a successor, he definitely has this confidence.
"Who gave you the courage to even say such things? Don't you know that I am the person in charge of appearance in our dormitory?" Han Shuai said, "I won't say anything anymore. I have to call Yuting. See you in the evening."
After Han Shuai finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
As soon as Ye Bufan put his cell phone on the table, the phone rang again. He glanced at the caller ID and saw that this time it was Ma Haidong, the director of Jiangnan Hospital.
Pressing the answer button, he said: "Dean Ma, what can I do?"
"Doctor Ye, I have a cousin who is sick. He is very seriously ill. I would like to ask you to treat him. Do you have time?"
Ma Haidong is the director of Jiangnan Hospital. He has the best medical resources in Jiangnan City. Even he can't treat it. It can be seen that the other party must have a difficult and complicated disease. This suddenly arouses Ye Bufan's interest.
He said: "Okay, I just have time in the afternoon."
"That's great, I'll go pick you up now."
After asking for Ye Bufan's location, Ma Haidong hung up the phone and drove a black Audi A6 to the door of the hotel half an hour later.
After picking up Ye Bufan, the two of them rushed towards Nancheng in Jiangnan City.
