Pure Yang!

Chapter 83: The Dark Night, the Evil Spirit Can Be Destroyed

The art of talismans is practiced by all Taoist sects in the world.

However, Lingxu's talisman drawing is the secret teaching of this sect. Even if one has obtained the true teachings of this sect, it is impossible to master it without talent and luck.

Just like Qi Ji, who was born in the Shangqing Sect of Maoshan, after years of hard practice, he still failed to master the mystery of Lingxu drawing talismans.

As for Jiang Hulu, he also studied the art of talismans since he was a child. He went through great disasters and survived many deaths before he realized how to draw talismans from the Lingxu.

"Who are you?" Xiong Qianxing cried out.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared at the fingertips, and the strokes in the sky moved the mountains and rivers.

Anyone who possesses the ability of [Lingxu Drawing Talismans] must be an authentic Taoist.

Rumble…

Zhang Fan pointed with his finger and drew a "mountain" shape in the air, which was majestic and magnificent, and took root on the ground.

Just this mark was like a barrier, blocking the foul air brought about by the [Guanyin Wind].

hum...

Xiong Qianxing's face suddenly changed. He quickly made a hand gesture, his throat moved, and he suddenly opened his mouth, trying to take back the foul air.

"Do you fucking think you're a toad?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan took a step forward, spread out his right hand, and interlaced his five fingers, actually grabbing the turbid air.

hum...

As soon as the ball of turbid wind touched his hand, he felt a wet and slippery feeling, which was piercingly cold.

For ordinary people, excessive moisture or coldness in the body can lead to various diseases, so summer is the best season to remove moisture and cold.

The turbid wind and air, however, do the opposite. Once they enter the body, they will cause strange diseases.

"what?"

In the distance, Ming Chenxuan's eyes were about to pop out. Without the Yinshan Sect's magic, this person actually stained himself with blood and flesh to take advantage of this foul air?
hum...

Zhang Fan flashed in front of Xiong Qianxing like a ghost, and knocked down with his right hand. The dark wind and turbid air vibrated and actually poured directly into his forehead.

"Pfft..."

In an instant, Xiong Qianxing felt something was wrong. His eyes rolled up, revealing the whites of his eyes. His whole body trembled uncontrollably, drooling from the corners of his mouth, and cold sweat continued to seep out, gradually revealing a sign of being in critical condition.

"you you……"

Xiong Qianxing collapsed to the ground, no longer as calm and arrogant as before, and there was a hint of cold fear in his eyes as he looked at Zhang Fan.

He never dreamed that the [Guanyinfeng] that he had practiced so hard would one day be used on himself.

"I admit defeat." Xiong Qianxing gritted his teeth.

At this moment, he felt his lower body starting to leak.

The viciousness and effect of the Yin Wind have only just begun to show up at this moment. If the Yin Wind and turbid air in the body are not forced out in time, God knows what will happen.

"Ming Yunxia, ​​no wonder you are so confident, it turns out you have found a powerful backer."

Ming Chenxuan hurried forward to help Xiong Qianxing up, and looked at Zhang Fan with fear.

Ling Xu's ability to draw talismans is not something that any Taoist priest can possess. With this person around, they can't take anything away from this small courtyard even if they turn the world upside down.

"let's go."

With the support of Ming Chenxuan, Xiong Qianxing staggered around and was about to leave.

"Leaving now?" Zhang Fan said coldly.

When he came, he was arrogant and his tone was more arrogant than athlete's foot. He was not as skilled as others and he left without saying anything. How could such a good thing happen in this world?

"What do you want?" Ming Chenxuan gritted his teeth.

At this time, the situation was stronger than the person, and even someone as arrogant as him had to bow his head.

"do not talk……"

At this moment, Xiong Qianxing raised his hand and interrupted him. His eyes narrowed slightly and a look of determination flashed across his face.

Then, a chilling wind blew up, cutting across the palm like a knife. Blood gushed out, and two fingers broke and fell into a pool of blood on the ground.

Such ruthlessness and decisiveness made Zhang Fan's eyes twitch uncontrollably. "We can go now," Xiong Qianxing gritted his teeth while enduring the severe pain.

"Let's go." Zhang Fan waved his hand.

In fact, he just wanted the two of them to apologize in front of Ming Yunxia, ​​but he didn't expect that Xiong Qianxing was so cruel. He cut off fingers for a disagreement. He was simply not a human being.

"it is good!"

Xiong Qianxing picked up the severed finger from the ground with difficulty, and with the support of Ming Chenxuan, he disappeared at the entrance of the alley tremblingly.

"Thanks to you for saving me this time."

Ming Yunxia walked forward with a grateful look on her face.

"People like this...even if I don't take action, they will be killed sooner or later..." Zhang Fan chuckled and said, "A few days ago, I saw someone who was even more arrogant and pretentious than them, but he was killed by lightning."

"Ah?" Ming Yunxia was stunned for a moment.

"It's not important... It's not important..."

Zhang Fan waved his hand and then asked, "Where is the thing that Mr. Ming left for me?"

"for you."

As he spoke, Ming Yunxia took out a small wooden box from behind him. It was quite exquisite, with a dragon and a tiger carved on it.

"Mr. Ming, do you have anything else to say to me?" Zhang Fan took the box and stroked the patterns on it.

"No, he told you to take the box back and you'll know what's inside." Ming Yunxia shook her head.

"Okay, thank you." Zhang Fan nodded, put the wooden box away, and then chatted with Ming Yunxia for a while. They added each other on WeChat, then got up and said goodbye.

He couldn't open the box directly in front of Ming Yunxia.

"Good walk, go slowly on the road."

Ming Yunxia sent Zhang Fan out the door, and the latter's figure gradually disappeared into the deep alley.

"He... has become weaker!?"

Ming Yunxia looked in the direction where Zhang Fan was going away, and a look of doubt appeared on her pretty face.

……

Hongfu Garden.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when Zhang Fan came back. Passing by the security room at the door, he greeted Liu Fusheng who was on duty that night.

"Xiao Fan, it's so late..."

Liu Fusheng still had a smile on his face, as kind and gentle as the Buddha in the temple.

"I have something to do today."

"Xiao Fan, what is that in your hand?"

At this moment, Liu Fusheng saw the wooden box in Zhang Fan's hand and asked casually.

"A gift from a friend."

Zhang Fan said casually, "It's getting late, Uncle Liu, I'm going back first."

"Okay, go to bed early."

Liu Fusheng nodded and watched Zhang Fan leave, his eyes always fixed on the wooden box in his hand.

It was not until Zhang Fan walked into the corridor that Liu Fusheng slowly withdrew his gaze and let out a sigh.

"A crime!"

After returning home, Zhang Fan opened the wooden box. The box was very light, but there was only a piece of paper inside. It looked like it was quite old and slightly yellowed.

"A note? Who left it for me?"

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, then he took the yellowed note out of the wooden box and saw only eight small words on it:
In the dark night, the evil spirit can be defeated!!!
"It's still dark in the middle of the night!?" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, thinking of his dreams and the inner scene of his soul.

"Who... who left me this note?!"

Zhang Fan turned the note over and looked at it carefully. Finally, he saw a signature in smaller font in the corner. There was a name written on it:
Zhang Fan!!!

(End of this chapter)