The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

Ming Fan plunged into the Pharmacist Hall, from the first floor to the eighty-eighth floor, leaving no trace wherever he passed.

Ming Fan's storage ring had a larger space than ordinary storage bags, and now it was filled with various herbs.

Ming Fan marveled as she swept through the area. If she hadn't come here, she wouldn't have known that the authority of the person at the top of the Heavenly Medicine List was so great.

Then Ming Fan felt great regret.

Take her Qi Ling Continent for example. Although it is so big, it doesn’t even have a branch of the Pharmacist Hall.

Thinking of this, Ming Fan attacked even more ruthlessly.

Elder Wang Ting followed behind her with a frown on his face.

He even began to regret letting her in when he asked what the difference was between this thing and a bandit.

A whole swarm of locusts is passing through.

"Well, you don't have to take all these things away at once. If you can't put them away..."

Actually, you can come back later.

The old man in Wang Ting twitched his lips, trying to make his dissatisfaction as tactful as possible.

"It's okay, I can put it down." Ming Fan calmly shook the ring on his finger.

This was taken from the demon clan, and the space is very large.

"Oh."

The old man in the Wang Ting responded and quietly retreated out of the house, thinking out of sight, out of mind.

Ming Fan finished the cleanup and was satisfied.

"I'm ready."

Ming Fan grinned at the old man Wang Ting with great sincerity.

Now Kong Zhu not only had the five Seven-turn Resurrection Pills, but also a lot of other good things.

When old man Wang Ting saw that Ming Fan was finally willing to give up, he was so moved that he almost cried.

Although their royal court would not be unable to bear it because of Ming Fan this time, she would not listen to what he said when she swept through.

There is still a year left and the Wang Ting Zongxue selection is imminent. He tried to inquire about the procedures with Ming Fan, but she was too focused on sweeping the hall.

Now I have to wait until she is done.

"In that case, let's go."

Ming Fan nodded and walked out of the hall.

At this time, the pharmacists who had just been in the Pharmacist Hall had already left, and only a few new pharmacists who had come in were shouting in shock.

"Who is so wicked! They took away so many herbs! Aren't they afraid of dying of bloating?"

"Has the Medicine Master Hall attracted thieves?"

……

Ming Fan left the Pharmacist Hall and headed towards the Futu Sect with Elder Wang Ting.

"In another year, the Royal Court School will open. How are you preparing, young friend Ming?"

His superiors asked him to hand over the token of Wangting Zongxue to Ming Fan, so next year, he would naturally have to bring the person over as well.

Ming Fan thought for a moment, thinking about the popular science of Wang Ting Zongxue that Qian Ren had taught her at that time, but she knew nothing about the details.

"What do you want to prepare?"

Elder Wang Ting understood immediately after taking one look at her that she knew absolutely nothing.

“%!&*%#￥*……@#￥@!%#&&……”

Elder Wang Ting told Ming Fan everything he needed to say from beginning to end, then looked at her expression, made sure she was listening, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ming Fan to him is like a rebellious son to his father.

He was really worried.

"I see."

Ming Fan agreed after some hesitation. In fact, she now had a real reason to go to the royal court.

Seeing that she was so easy to talk to now, Elder Wang Ting was surprised. Just as he was about to say something, several auras suddenly appeared from all directions.

Ming Fan and the other man looked at each other and disappeared.

In a short while, seven or eight people came from all directions.

These seven or eight people were dressed differently and did not belong to the same sect.

Several people stopped to watch for a moment and then released their spiritual energy.

"They?" The royal elder looked at Ming Fan in confusion.

"Come for me." Ming Fan grinned with a hint of excitement on his face.

Haha, you are quite proud.

The corner of the royal elder's mouth twitched.

"Damn it, didn't I say I was coming this way? Where are the people?"

A large man with a machete cursed in frustration after searching in vain.

"We have been chasing here all the way from the Pharmacist Temple. I am afraid the intelligence is wrong and they are playing a trick on us."

The other man with a scar between his brows had a gloomy expression.

"These two, at first glance, are the type with strong limbs and simple minds. Such people are easily provoked."

Ming Fan pointed at the man with the machete and the man with the scar and said.

On the other side were four people, all wearing dark purple clothes. Two of them released sparkling Psylockes in their hands and used them to search with their eyes closed, while the other two looked around vigilantly.

They are organized and disciplined, and you can tell at first glance that they are from the same sect.

"These four have some brains, um... but probably not much."

Ming Fan pointed at the four purple-robed monks and spoke to the old man in Wang Ting.

The other two had their faces covered so their faces couldn't be seen clearly, but the murderous aura emanating from them was hard to ignore.

These two people have the highest cultivation among this group of people.

"These two masked guys are quite capable, but they probably can't beat me."

Mingfan commented again.

The old man Wang Ting's face froze, and he forced a smile and said, "Haha, you are quite experienced."

Ming Fan did not deny that he had been beaten so many times and made so many enemies, so it was inevitable that he had gained experience.

After saying this, Ming Fan showed up, and when he saw Elder Wang Ting was about to show up, he hurriedly tried to stop him.

"I can handle a few of them myself."

Without waiting for his answer, Ming Fan walked towards them.

"You are indeed here."

The man with the machete noticed Ming Fan first, and his eyes lit up.

In their eyes, Ming Fan now is simply a walking spirit stone, a giant spirit stone.

Ming Fan grinned, revealing his white teeth: "You are here specially to wait for me, right?"

A spirit butterfly flew to Ming Fan and stopped. Ming Fan stretched out his hand and held the spirit butterfly in his palm. With a little force, the spirit butterfly turned into bits of debris.

Ming Fan opened his hands, and the debris scattered in the wind: "But I'm sorry to disappoint you all."

Ming Fan pointed to his head, still smiling: "There is only one of these, how are you going to divide it?"

"Well, of course whoever kills him will be responsible." The man with the scar stared at Ming Fan gloomily, exchanged a glance with the man with the machete, and surrounded Ming Fan from the left and right.

Ming Fan seemed to be unaware of anything and continued to stand there. When the two men attacked him, his figure suddenly disappeared.

"You eight, come together."

Ming Fan drew out three spears and pointed them at them.

These people all have out-of-body cultivation. Since they were promoted to a higher realm, she has never had a good fight. Now is a good opportunity.

"I'm sorry everyone, let's just rely on our own abilities."

"We took her life."

The two masked men who had been silent on the side suddenly moved, and the knives in their hands flashed with cold light and stabbed towards Ming Fan.

Only then did Ming Fan realize that the murderous aura was not emanating from their bodies, but from the weapons in their hands.

It seems that these two knives are stained with a lot of blood.

"So confident?" Ming Fan smacked her lips. The last person who was so confident was herself.

Ming Fan didn't let him take action, so he just watched in the dark.

The old man Wang Ting narrowed his eyes. They were at the same level, fighting one against eight. He wanted to see how capable this little girl was.