Jian Fengyun's eyes narrowed slightly, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes: "Are you awake? It seems that a month has come!"

In this month, the violent magic power in Yuanfeng's body almost burst out his body. The surging magic power caused Yuanfeng's body to hurt him severely, and his consciousness was always in a deep sleep. He used the secret method to digest the magic power in his body. He had already made a budget. In one month, the magic power in Yuanfeng's body would be consumed, and his consciousness would return and wake up completely.

"Yes, Mr. Yun, a month has passed!" Pu Qing on the side said, "I should have said.

Pu Qing's tone was a little slow. Looking at the densely packed tens of thousands of jade bottles containing pills on the side of the quiet room, his scalp couldn't help but feel a little numb.

Each of these elixirs is the best grade of the Earth-level elixir. If it weren't for the fact that these elixirs were made into elixirs, he wouldn't have believed that anyone could refine so many top grade of the Earth-level elixirs in one month.

In Pu Qing's consciousness, even the priest-level alchemist above the heavenly level could not do this level at all.

Jian Fengyun waved his hand and put all the dense bottles of pills refined behind him into a storage ring. Then he stepped forward, slapped some dust on the white robe, and suddenly said, "Let's go and see Yuan Feng!"

"Yes!" Pu Qing responded respectfully, then followed Jian Fengyun's footsteps, like a follower.

This scene fell into the eyes of people outside, and I was afraid that I would be shocked. The Tianyang Dynasty royal alchemist worshipped the alchemist. In this battle to defend the city of Tianyang City, the heavenly rank alchemist who contributed many powerful pills, was now like a servant following a young man.

If this scene was spread to the alchemist world, it would probably cause even more storms. The president of the Alchemist Association of the Tianyang Dynasty and the Heavenly Level Alchemist above ten thousand people were called at this moment by a young man as a follower.

However, only Pu Qing knew that everything he had today was because he chose to follow Jian Fengyun. In his heart, Jian Fengyun had surpassed the eyes of those people in the world.

Jian Fengyun's residence was not very far from the palace harem, and he soon arrived at the place where Yuan Feng recovered from his wounds.

A roar was heard from a distance, and all the servants were blocked outside the inner hall gate.

Jian Fengyun walked outside the hall, and a group of servants couldn't help but say, "I've seen Lord Jianwu!"

"No gift!" Jian Fengyun raised his hand slightly, glanced at the servants and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

A brave servant heard Jian Fengyun’s question and couldn’t help but lower his head and answered respectfully: “Return to King Jianwu, Prince Yuanfeng drove us all out as soon as he woke up!”

When Jian Fengyun heard this, his eyes moved slightly, and then waved to the servants and said, "You guys go down first, I'll go in and take a look!"

"You go back first!"

Jian Fengyun ordered Pu Qing, then pushed open the door and walked in.

Inside the room, a huge stone pit suddenly appeared on the ground, and exquisite floor tiles were shattered under Yuan Feng's fist. The gravels were stained with blood. Obviously, Yuan Feng did not use his magic power, but just used his body to punch these floor tiles.

On the ground, Yuan Feng, who was like a dead fish, seemed not to notice Jian Fengyun walked in, his eyes full of silence.

Yes, his body and consciousness have been restored, and under Jian Fengyun's secret technique, his body is better than before.

But his heart seemed to be dead. When the father left, the god in his heart, who had been young and old, passed away, and his world seemed to collapse.

There is nothing more sorrow than death in the heart!

Looking at Yuan Feng's decadent appearance, Jian Fengyun's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly walked to Yuan Feng and said, "What's wrong?"

Jian Fengyun's voice sounded, which made Yuan Feng's eyelids move. When he saw Jian Fengyun, Yuan Feng suddenly looked up. When he saw Jian Fengyun, his body couldn't help but shake, and his eyes turned red.

"Brother, I..." Yuan Feng sat up and looked at Jian Fengyun. As soon as he spoke, his throat seemed to be locked and he couldn't speak.

Jian Fengyun didn't speak, but just gently patted Yuan Feng on the shoulder.

In his previous life, Jian Fengyun had seen too many intrigues, just like royal families, there were even fathers and sons who were slaughtering each other. Intrigue, it was difficult to have true friendship.

However, on Yuan Feng's face, he could feel the real emotion and the indifferent human feelings of the imperial family, but this sentence could not be seen at all in Yuan Feng.

Yuan Feng was once the worst prince, which can be said to have very few opportunities to contact Tianyang Xuanyuan, but now that Yang Xuanyuan has fallen, he is so sad that he is almost as if he is possessed by the devil.

After a long time, Yuan Feng finally couldn't help it and started crying on Jian Fengyun's shoulder.

"Brother, I was wrong. I should practice hard. I should not waste time. If I had practiced well since I was a child, maybe my father would have died that day!"

"Brother, I shouldn't not listen to you. I should devour the essence of the living creature's corpse and practice hard. If I speed up the devour and practice, I will not suffer such a disaster even if I learn from Tianyang City!"

"Brother, I'm really useless. I watched my father die seriously and die. I watched Uncle Feng get seriously injured. I..."

Speaking of this, Yuan Feng was already crying.

"Since you know that you are useless, why not practice well and fulfill your father's wish?" Jian Fengyun's eyes were indifferent. At this moment, he could not be soft-hearted towards Yuan Feng.

Judging from his experience in his previous life, if he is soft-hearted at this time, he will harm Yuan Feng. None of the strong men in the Wanyu have not experienced great hardships. If he can't even overcome such hardships, how can he conquer martial arts in the future?

Yuan Feng was stunned when he heard Jian Fengyun's words, and two rays of light shot out from his eyes filled with silence. Looking at Jian Fengyun, he murmured dumbly: "Practice well and finish...it will become the last wish of the father!"

"Yes, your father is trying to protect Tianyang City. You should know the weight of the Tianyang Dynasty in your father's heart. As his son, you are still alive now. Shouldn't you inherit his will and carry forward the Tianyang Dynasty?" Jian Fengyun said lightly.

When Yuan Feng heard this, the light in his eyes couldn't help but lit up and said, "Yes, I want to fulfill my father's last wish, I can't just be so decadent!"

Looking at Yuan Feng's firm gaze, Jian Fengyun couldn't help but smile. Even though he suffered such a disaster, Yuan Feng's heart was still so simple and so easy to talk about.

"Brother, what am I going to do now?" Yuan Feng came back to his senses slightly and asked Jian Fengyun.

Jian Fengyun's eyes moved, swept to Yuan Feng, and said, "What is your business..."
Chapter completed!