: The wonderful hand appears again

"Boss Yang, you asked Shi Qianhan to help fight against the Barbarian Heavenly Master, then what are we going to do?"

Hu Fei was in the room, restless and unable to hold back.

He saw Shi Qianhan leave with his own eyes with the two great monks, and he felt itchy.

"Of course we have to play bigger ones, but before that, we must first find out the other party's background."

Yang Fan's eyes were far away and he turned to the direction where the barbarian army was stationed outside the city.

"Hehe, boss, don't forget to bring me with you. Then we will do it together."

Hu Fei *** slammed his hands, looking excited and expectant.

The two were in the room, and before they could sit for a few hours, Yang Fan suddenly smiled: "It seems that they are going out."

"Where is the master going?"

The fairy Phantom Spirit who was pounding his back finally couldn't help asking.

"Feng Wujue, one of the three great monks, suffered fatal trauma when fighting with the Black Wind Demon Emperor before. I was unable to stand by and watch this matter."

Yang Fan explained with a smile.

Hu Fei curled his lips, no interest, so he leaned against the side and dozed off.

"Fellow Taoist Phantom Spirit, the cultivators from your sect took action before, why didn't you go back with them?"

Yang Fan asked with a smile.

The jade hand that the fairy Phantom Spirit placed on his back froze and forced a smile: "Master, why do you still ask me even though you know the reason? You have already set a soul mark on the Phantom Spirit, and you can decide my death at any time. More importantly, Phantom Spirit knows the secret of your mysterious space..."

Yang Fan sighed softly: "Just understand it. Only those who are absolutely loyal or believe in it can know its existence."

Fairy Huanling's eyes were dim and said frankly: "Huangling knew this and had no other thoughts in her heart. She was willing to be the master's concubine for the rest of her life."

"If you are my concubine, 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 was very satisfied with this dignified and beautiful fairy as his concubine."

As expected, within a while, the Blood Refining Ancestor and Sanqing Sanren returned to Yang Fan's guest room.

Before the two of them could speak, Yang Fan said lightly: "Let's go, this matter is as soon as possible."

The Blood Refining Ancestor and Sanqing Sanren were slightly stunned. It seemed that Yang Fan knew their purpose in advance.

Moreover, Yang Fan thought about this matter with great consideration and made great contributions.

Thinking about the mysterious relationship between Yang Fan and Shi Qianhan, it doesn’t seem too strange that the ancestor of Blood Refining and Sanqing Sanren doesn’t think it’s too strange.

After a while, the Blood Refining Ancestor and Sanqing Sanren took Yang Fan to an underground secret room under the central mansion of Guliang City.

This underground secret room was heavily banned, and even the spiritual consciousness of the late-stage great monks was insurmountable.

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

These Nascent Soul Powers are joining forces to inject magic power into Feng Wujue, who is sitting cross-legged in the center of the secret room.

"Master Yang is here."

Someone saw Yang Fan, who came with the Blood Refining Ancestor and Sanqing Sanren, his eyes lit up and he looked at him curiously.

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

Yang Fan walked slightly closer and found Feng Wujue, and he started to investigate at close range.

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

Yang Fan felt a will similar to unparalleled from him.

At this moment, Feng Wujue's eyes were closed, but his white hair seemed extremely desolate.

While observing, Yang Fan's expression gradually became solemn.

After a long time, he frowned and his eyes swept away the few people around who were infusing their magic power into Feng Wujue.

"Yang Yaoshi, what is the situation of fellow Taoist Feng? Can I treat it in a short time?"

Sanqing Sanren asked.

Everyone inside looked at him nervously.

If Feng Wujue is unable to participate in the war, it will directly affect the survival of the 13th National Congress of the Northern Qin Dynasty.

"You all stop!!"

A sharp cold light flashed across Yang Fan's eyes, and he scolded the people who were infusing their magic power.

"ah……"

These people were puzzled inexplicably, and subconsciously stopped their hands and were at a loss.

"Yang Yaoshi, you are..." Feng Wujue asked in confusion.

"The magic power in fellow Feng's body is passing by. If he doesn't inject his magic power, he may..."

The Sanqing Sanren's voice was lowered, and his eyes were filled with worries.

"Hmph, the production of magic power is a form of absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth by itself and converting it into its own power with the *** and essence. Although you can curb the loss of magic power in a short time, you cannot solve the fundamental problem..."

"More importantly, fellow Feng's condition is very special. Forced infusion of mana with external forces will only further aggravate his condition. If this continues, within half a year, fellow Feng's own mana will be completely lost. By then, his cultivation may even decline below the Nascent Soul."

At the end of his speech, Yang Fan sneered in his eyes, and at the same time, he felt a little more angry on his face, sweeping past the people on the field.

Everyone was swept by his eyes and had the illusion that all the secrets in his heart were seen.

Suddenly, some monks had a trace of dodging in their eyes.

"Haha, who suggested or induce everyone to inject magic power into fellow Feng Daoist at that time?"

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

Hearing this, Sanqing Sanren and Xuelian Ancestor looked at each other, and their eyes were shocked.

The other high-level Nascent Souls are not fools, and they suspect 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 permission without the permission of me and fellow Taoist Sanqing. Violators will be killed without mercy!!"

The blood mole in the ancestor's forehead suddenly jumped, and his eyes swept away the dozen Nascent Soul High School indoors.

The strong pressure makes everyone in the room feel palpitations and uneasy.

Especially those who have evil intentions complained secretly and hated Yang Fan so much that they were itchy, but they dared not show it.

"Yang Yaoshi, we understand what you mean. However, the ultimate delay is to cure fellow Feng Feng's injuries."

Sanqing Sanren thought about the overall situation and turned his eyes to Yang Fan, looking forward and worried.

Of course Yang Fan understood what he meant.

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

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

The Blood Refining Ancestor and Sanqing Sanren nodded.

The three of them seemed to have discussed what plan.

Yang Fan took a deep breath and walked towards Lingxiao Sword Immortal sitting cross-legged on the cushion.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, Yang Fan is here to treat your injuries."

Yang Fan's voice was gentle and hello first.

"Please." Ling Xiao Sword Fairy opened her eyes, and a sharp sword intent flashed through his eyes.

Even though he suffered fatal injuries, the moment he opened his eyes, he actually brought a lot of pressure to Yang.

The aura on Feng Wujue's body is very similar to a storm figure in the inner sea in Yang Fan's memory.

That is "killing the Southern Emperor three times".

The two of them are both sword cultivators, both Nascent Soul cultivators, and they are probably strong men of the same level.

Yang Fan sat cross-legged in front of Ling Xiao Sword Immortal, put his hand on his shoulder, and the green water flowed in his body.

Even though he had some understanding before, when he was in-depth investigation, Yang Fan couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

Feng Wujue's injury situation is even more terrifying than he imagined.

First of all, internal injuries to the chest, which hurt the internal organs, and even expand into the bone marrow and flesh.

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

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

This nearly nothing force is easily overlooked.

Moreover, even if it can be discovered, it is difficult for conventional forces to erase them at all.

This strange and almost nothingness could not help but curb the healing of Feng Wujue's injuries, and further damaged most of his essence, blood and vitality.
To be continued...