Xianhong Road

Chapter 567
(one more in the morning)
"Boss Yang, you asked Shi Qianhan to help fight against the barbarian celestial masters, so what are we going to do?"

Hu Fei was in the room, fidgeting and looking impatient.

He saw Shi Qianhan leaving with the two big monks with his own eyes, and his heart was itchy.

"Of course we want to play a bigger game, but before that, we must first find out the details of the other party."

Yang Fan looked far away, and turned to the direction where the barbarian army was stationed outside the city.

"Hey, Boss, don't forget to take me with you, when the time comes, let's do it together."

Hu Fei rubbed his hands with excitement and anticipation.

The two were in the room, and they hadn't been sitting for a few hours when Yang Fan suddenly smiled: "It looks like I'm going out for a while."

"Where is the master going?"

Fairy Huanling, who was pounding his back, finally couldn't help asking.

"Feng Wujue, one of the three major monks, was fatally wounded in the battle with the Black Wind Demon Emperor and was unable to fight. Naturally, I cannot stand by and watch this matter."

Yang Fan explained with a smile.

Hu Fei curled his lips, not interested, and simply leaned aside to doze off.

"Fellow Daoist Phantom Spirit, the monks from your sect took action earlier, why didn't you follow them back?"

Yang Fan asked with a smile.

Fairy Huanling's hand on his back froze, and forced a smile: "Master knows the reason, why do you still ask? You have imprinted your soul on Huanling, and you can decide whether I will die at any time. More importantly Yes, the phantom knows the secret of your mysterious space..."

Yang Fan sighed softly: "It's good that you understand, the secret of Xianhong Space, only those who are absolutely loyal, or who I trust, can know its existence."

Fairy Huanling's bright eyes were dim, and she said frankly: "Huanling knows this, and has nothing else in his heart, and is willing to be the master's concubine for the rest of his life."

"If you are a concubine by my side, Yang will definitely not treat you badly. If Yang can be promoted to a higher level in the future, he will also support you."

Yang Fan nodded and said, he felt very satisfied to have this dignified and beautiful fairy as his concubine.

As expected, within a short while, Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Loose Practitioner turned back to Yang Fan's guest room.

Before the two could speak, Yang Fan said flatly: "Let's go, this matter should be done as soon as possible."

Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren were slightly taken aback. It seemed that Yang Fan had known their intentions in advance.

And for this matter, Yang Fan was very cooperative with the overall situation in mind.

Thinking about the mysterious and unpredictable relationship between Yang Fan and Shi Qianhan, Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren didn't find it too strange.

After a while, Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren took Yang Fan to an underground secret room under the mansion in the center of Guliang City.

This underground secret room is heavily restricted and sealed, even the spiritual consciousness of the late monks cannot overcome it.

When Yang Fan came here, there were more than a dozen people gathered in the secret room, all of whom were above the middle Nascent Soul stage.

These Nascent Soul powerhouses are working together to infuse mana into Feng Wujue, who is cross-legged in the center of the secret room.

"Yang Yaoshi has arrived."

When someone saw Yang Fan who came with the Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren, their eyes lit up and they looked at him curiously.

Many people's eyes were fixed on his face, paying attention to his every move.

Yang Fan approached Feng Wujue a little bit, and began to investigate at a close distance.

Feng Wujue's face was sharp and angular, his figure was cut like a knife, and there was a lingering sword intent on his body.

Yang Fan felt a unparalleled will from him.

At this moment, Feng Wujue's eyes were closed tightly, but his white hair looked extremely bleak.

While observing, Yang Fan's complexion gradually became serious.

After a long time, he frowned, and glanced coldly at the few people around who were pouring mana into Feng Wujue.

"Yang Yaoshi, how is the situation of Fellow Daoist Feng? Can you treat him in a short time?"

Sanqing Sanren asked.

Everyone in the room looked at him nervously.

If Feng Wujue's powerful combat power fails to participate in the battle, it will directly affect the survival of the Northern Qin Thirteen-Nation Alliance.

"You all stop!!"

A sharp and cold light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and he scolded those who were pouring mana.

"what……"

These people felt inexplicable, and subconsciously stopped their movements, at a loss for what to do.

"Yang Yaoshi, what are you..." Feng Wujue asked a little puzzled.

"The mana in Fellow Daoist Feng's body is passing away all the time, if you don't infuse him with mana, I'm afraid..."

Sanqing Sanren's voice was lowered, his eyes filled with worry.

"Hmph, the generation of mana is a form of absorbing the aura of heaven and earth and transforming it into one's own power with exercises and essence. Although you can curb the loss of mana in a short period of time by doing this, it cannot solve the fundamental problem... ..."

"What's more, Fellow Daoist Feng's condition is very special. Forcibly infusing mana with external force like this will only worsen his condition. If this goes on like this, within half a year, Fellow Daoist Feng will completely lose his mana. At that time, the cultivation base may even fall below the Nascent Soul."

At the end of Yang Fan's speech, there was a sneer in his eyes, and at the same time, a little more anger appeared on his face, and he swept across several people on the field.

Everyone was swept over by his eyes, creating an illusion that all the secrets in their hearts had been understood.

Immediately, there was a trace of dodge in the eyes of some monks.

"Hehe, who suggested or induced everyone to infuse mana for Fellow Daoist Feng at that time?"

The smile on the corner of Yang Fan's mouth grew stronger.

Hearing this, Sanqing Sanren and Patriarch Xuelian looked at each other with horror.

The rest of the high-level Nascent Souls were not fools either, and became suspicious of each other.

In an instant, this small secret room fell into a tense and depressing atmosphere.

"Everyone in this secret room is not allowed to leave without the permission of me and Fellow Daoist Sanqing. Violators will be killed without mercy!!"

The blood mole on the forehead of the ancestor of Xuelian suddenly jumped, and his eyes swept over the dozen or so high-ranking Yuanying people in the room.

The strong pressure made everyone in the room palpitate and uneasy.

Especially those who harbor evil intentions, complaining secretly, hating Yang Fan so much, but dare not show it.

"Yang Yaoshi, we understand what you mean. However, the extreme delay is to treat the injuries of fellow Taoist Haofeng."

Thinking about the overall situation, Sanqing Sanren cast their eyes on Yang Fan, expecting and worrying.

Of course Yang Fan understood what he meant.

Sanqing Sanren proposed to cure Feng Wujue's disease first, and then catch the traitor.

Yang Fan nodded, his lips squirmed slightly, and his spiritual consciousness communicated with the two great monks.

Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren nodded.

The three of them seem to have discussed some kind of plan.

Yang Fan took a deep breath and walked towards Sword Immortal Ling Xiao who was sitting cross-legged on the futon.

"Fellow Daoist, I'm going to Yang Fan, I'm going to treat your injury."

Yang Fan had a gentle voice and said hello first.

"Please." Sword Immortal Ling Xiao opened his eyes, and a sharp sword intent flashed in his eyes.

Even though he was fatally injured, the moment he opened his eyes, it actually brought a lot of pressure to Yang.

Feng Wujue's aura was very similar to a famous figure in the Inner Sea in Yang Fan's memory.

That is "Three killings of the Southern Emperor".

Both of them are sword cultivators, and they are both Nascent Soul Great Cultivators. They are probably the same level of powerhouses.

Yang Fan sat cross-legged in front of Sword Fairy Ling Xiao, put his hands on his shoulders, and the green stream of life in his body trickled out.

Even though he already knew a little bit about it before, Yang Fan couldn't help but gasp when he inquired deeply at this moment.

Feng Wujue's injury was even more terrifying than imagined.

The first is the internal injury of the chest, hurting the internal organs, and even expanding to the bone marrow and flesh and blood.

It was a strange and terrifying force, entangled deep within Feng Wujue's body, existing in an almost nothingness.

Yang Fan's omniscient senses also capture their existence in a microscopic state.

This almost nihilistic force is easily overlooked.

Moreover, even if they can be found, it is difficult for conventional forces to erase them.

This strange, almost nil power couldn't help but curb the healing of Feng Wujue's wounds in his body, and even blocked most of his blood and vitality.

When the blood essence and vitality are blocked, the result is: Feng Wujue's mana and vitality are lost at the same time.

Only by getting rid of this most primitive cause of disease can Feng Wujue's injury be resolved.

However, someone was obviously misleading and asked the Nascent Soul to pour mana into Feng Wujue.

Although the external mana supplemented Feng Wujue's temporarily lost mana, it was not his own, which unknowingly deepened the spread of his injury, and imprisoned more blood and vitality in his body.

Yang Fan didn't care about Feng Wujue's losing mana for the time being, and the green flow of life directly led to the strange power like the shadow of death.

However, Yang Fan discovered that the weird power was like a vortex, flickering with black light, and with the help of Yang Fan's power, it was the destructive power that further deepened the injury.

Whether it is external mana or other forms of power, once it conflicts with this force, it will aggravate the spread of the disease.

Yang Fan's eyes were fixed, and he suddenly felt troubled.

Soon, he switched strategies, repairing those injuries first, injecting vitality.

That weird force hovered around the injury, still causing friction.

However, Yang Fan's healing speed was faster, and in the process of continuously injecting vitality, Feng Wujue developed his own resilience.

The blocked blood and vitality slowly released.

Feng Wujue suddenly let go of his eyebrows, let out a long breath, and said gratefully: "Fellow Daoist is indeed a wonderful doctor..."

Obviously, he also felt that the situation had turned for the better.

Yang Fan continued to repair his injury with a smile on his face.

After about half a day, those injuries were mostly repaired by Yang Fan.

During this period, Yang Fan's mana increased slightly, but it was not obvious. This was the result of treating the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

He couldn't help sighing secretly: After being promoted to the root extension stage, the improvement of the cultivation level by individual treatment is insignificant at all.

After another half an hour, the situation in Feng Wujue's body was very good, his blood and vitality had all recovered, and his injuries were basically healed.

"Thank you, Miracle Doctor Yang, for the rest, I will leave it to myself."

Feng Wujue opened his eyes, a shocking sword energy surged up, and the power in his body surged through, erasing the remaining troubles.

Yang Fan couldn't help admiring inwardly. He deserves to be the Sword Immortal Lingxiao with the most powerful attack power among the three monks.

"That's great. Yaoshi Yang's medical skills are truly the best in the world. Such a fatal injury and illness can be cured in less than a day."

Everyone in the secret room was extremely shocked, especially those few monks who had studied medicine.

Among the crowd, there were also individual monks, their eyes flickering, and there was a slight wave of aura in their hands.

"It's you—"

Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren blurted out almost at the same time.

Swish! !
The two figures shot at the skinny man in the corner at the same time.

However, the corner of the man's mouth curled up, revealing a hint of sarcasm.

Click! !
A jade talisman crushed in his hand released a complex and precise array, and a powerful white light shrouded it.

"Teleporter!"

Everyone turned pale with shock, only Yang Fan had a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

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