Just when Yang Lei sighed secretly and felt deeply regretful, a black horse and his elder brother Yang Fan had already left Wuliu Town two or three hundred miles away.

On the official road, dust and smoke rolled.

"Driving!"

Yang Fan shouted, holding a horse whip in his hand, and rushed forward with one horse and one horse.

Sitting on this horse and feeling the whistling wind in his ears, Yang Fan felt mixed feelings.

Once upon a time, as a genius cultivating immortals who were neighboring the Yang family in the south, he never thought that he would have another day to travel with his horse since he entered the "Spiritual Concentration Period" to fly with his sword.

In this world of immortal cultivation, the Concentration Period is a big threshold. If you see a monk flying in the sky with his sword or walking through the light, you must be a monk above the Concentration Period.

The Concentration Period represents a dream of flying in the sky, a realm that countless low-level monks have yearned for. However, this dream is just a dream that is beyond reach for most low-level monks.

There is even such a saying in the world of immortal cultivation. If you have not entered the stage of concentration, you will not be considered a true immortal cultivator or immortal master.

Since leaving Wuliu Town yesterday, Yang Fan has not stopped for a while and has been galloping fast all the way.

However, Yang Fan was full of energy and had strong recovery, but the horses under his feet could not withstand it.

When they reached a continuous mountain range, the horse Yang Fan could not bear it anymore and fell to the ground and foamed.

Yang Fan was almost thrown away. He looked at the panting flattery on the ground, and a black line appeared on his forehead, and his heart was secretly anxious.

At this moment, the scorching sun shone down from the sky.

"Damn the weather, I actually forgot to prepare horse feed."

Yang Fan himself had no feelings. He was traveling for a day and a night, neither hungry nor thirsty. However, it was because he didn't feel anything that he ignored the physical strength of his mount.

Since entering "Xianhong Jue", Yang Fan discovered that not only had strong recovery ability, he even had a fasting pill in advance.

Generally, only when a monk enters the third state of "foundation stage" of immortal cultivation, he can truly have the ability to fast. Without the help of the "fasting pill", he can live without getting stuck in particles for half a month.

As for the foundation building period below, if you want to go into seclusion for a long time, you can only rely on the "fasting pill".

When Yang Fan thought of the "fasting pill", his eyes lit up and he thought to himself: "It's better to give this dark horse a 'fasting pill'."

Since human monks can fast, it may be possible to have the same effect if they give this dark horse one.

As soon as he wanted to do it, Yang Fan took out a small jade bottle from the storage bag, poured out a white-colored pill from it, opened the mouth of the dark horse, and fed it in.

After thinking about it, Yang Fan took out another water hyacinth and fed it some water.

After doing this, Yang Fan observed it next to him.

After a moment, the dark horse began to have energy and its vitality became more vigorous.

After half a cup of tea, the dark horse was in full spirit, and the four horse hooves trampled on it, leaving a bunch of horse marks.

Yang Fan was overjoyed, jumped onto the dark horse, waved his whip, and shouted: "Driving!"

Suddenly, the dark horse flew forward like a gust of wind, and its speed was still a little better than before.

Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da!

This speed made Yang Fan feel extremely satisfying, it was no less than flying with a sword.

On the way to the official road, Yang Fan surpassed one fast horse after another, which made people envious.

"That dark horse is really good. Is it the legendary Thousand Mile Horse?"

The mount owners who were surpassed by Yang Fan were shocked and surprised by Yang Fan's fierceness in sitting down on the dark horse.

However, as he rode, Yang Fan gradually felt something was wrong.

When I sat down on the dark horse, there were suddenly signs of abnormality, and my vitality expanded.

Finally, the dark horse was even trembling slightly.

"What's going on?"

Yang Fan was puzzled and quickly put his hand on the back of the dark horse, and wisps of mist of life were injected into the horse's body.

After a moment, Yang Fan's expression changed drastically, and he felt that the vitality in the dark horse's body expanded to a limit.

not good!

He quickly jumped off his horse, flipped it in the air, barely stabilizing his body.

The moment he landed, a sudden change occurred.

Bang!

The dark horse suddenly went crazy, its speed increased several times, its eyes were bloodshot, and it made a roar that shocked the soul.

Immediately, the dark horses ran wildly, and the horses along the way fell down one after another when they heard the sound.

After a while, half of the official road was in chaos, countless injured people, accompanied by screams.

Not to mention this, the dark horse finally rushed to a convoy of hundreds of feet in front. As it neighed, the horses in the entire convoy were frightened and fell down.

"ah!"

When Yang Fan saw this chaotic scene, he was stunned. He raised his eyes and glanced around him, but found that the mortals around him were glaring at him.

What's more, there are tensions and ready to go forward and take action.

"Oh, it seems that the 'fasting pill' taken by this immortal cultivator may not be suitable for ordinary humans or animals. The study of phytos and spiritual pills is also profound and needs further research. However, how to cure the aftermath of the situation..."

Yang Fan also looked helpless.

How could he have expected that a small "fasting pill" would cause such a disaster, and hundreds of people were injured.

Especially the vast convoy in front of them, not only were people injured, but even the goods in the carriage poured out.

“Huh?”

Yang Fan suddenly discovered that some medicinal materials had been dumped out of one of the carriages.

If it is an ordinary medicinal material, that's fine, but some of these medicinal materials are actually medicinal materials that can be used in the world of immortal cultivation. They can not only cure injuries, but also refine magic medicines.

"Ignorance child!"

Soon, two knights rushed out of the horse team, showing their sharpness, walked to Yang Fan, and scolded, "How did you ride a horse?"

puff!

A cold young man in the horse team drew his sword and a cold light flashed and stabbed into the dark horse's neck.

With a miserable roar, Yang Fan's dark horse died.

"Follow me to see the master!"

The two knights took out their swords and intimidated.

In their eyes, Yang Fan was a weak scholar and was at the mercy of others.

"good."

Yang Fan looked calm and followed the two knights to a luxurious carriage in the convoy ahead, but his eyes fell on these overturned carriages.

As a result, he found that the carriages were actually filled with medicinal materials.

"So many medicinal materials can't be filled even with dozens of ordinary storage bags."

Yang Fan couldn't help but feel excited and thought to himself: "Is this convoy a certain immortal cultivation family or sect, a force in the secular world."

For example, the "Nanying Yang Family" is also a mortal force in the secular world, responsible for collecting materials for cultivating immortals, treasures for heaven and earth, children with talent for cultivating immortals, etc.

"Master, this is the one who causes trouble."

The cold young man who just drew his sword and stabbed Yang Fan to death the dark horse.

For a time, on the way to officialdom, Yang Fan became the public enemy of everyone.

"Haha, young man, who instructed you to do this?"

The curtain of the carriage opened, and a middle-aged scholar in his forties and fifties said with a smile. This man was dressed gorgeously and had a sense of pressure from a superior.

"For some reason, the horse I sat down suddenly lost control and went crazy, which caused the chaos at this moment, and it was not instructed by others."

Yang Fan's Tao was not slow and quick, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, and the calm Tao was not bad.

He looked like this had nothing to do with me.

"Master, I will not let my hatred go to my heart if I don't beat him to death."

The cold young man beside him flashed with a cold light in his eyes. Yang Fan glanced at the man with his own eyes and found that the other party was actually a congenital warrior in the secular world.

The middle-aged scholar was about to speak when a woman suddenly heard a sneer from a carriage behind him: "This boy clearly took some kind of spiritual medicine from the world of immortal cultivation."

As soon as he finished speaking, a slim woman in purple walked out of the carriage.

This woman has a very beautiful appearance, she has a very beautiful skin, her skin is better than snow, and her delicate face is as beautiful as a flower. She really has a flower like a moon, and she has a sense of dust.

However, the woman in purple had a sense of arrogance, and looked at the people in the field as if she was looking down at an ants.

Yang Fan was shocked, not because of the beauty of this woman, but because the other party was also an immortal cultivator.

A late-stage cultivator of Qi Refining!

What shocked him even more was that this woman could also judge the reason why the dark horse went crazy.
To be continued...