One hundred and twenty six out of the clouds out of the mountains
Ye Feng was indeed extremely embarrassed, and could even be described as miserable.
The soft and comfortable cotton robe was torn into pieces, and there were ferocious cracks all over his body, but he couldn't care so much. The gust of wind almost blew his soul away, so he had to stick to the mourning platform with all his heart, retaining a trace of clarity.
He didn't dare to release any mental power until the wind stopped. Even when the dark moon came out and was bounced back, he didn't know it. There was a buzz in his head, and he gritted his teeth and cursed Izumoko - that gray shadow!
You just came to visit your apprentice, is it necessary to make such a big fuss?
It's not that An Yue is ignorant. When the wind blows, he feels a breath from the same source. It must be the old man Izumoko who is coming soon, but this old man is too fierce. He actually uses all his magic to create such a bad thing.
Aren't you afraid of causing unwarranted trouble due to the weather? And for himself, he clearly felt that the wind his body was facing was ten times and a hundred times stronger than the surroundings. Is this a school test?
A stream of true energy as warm as spring was injected into the body silently, and Ye Feng took over his body. He felt the resurgence of the torn wound. His whole body was numb and itchy, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
I know that the old man spent his true energy to heal himself, but there is nothing to be grateful for. In the first place, this injury was caused by this old guy!
An hour later, Ye Feng stood up after finishing his exercises, paid homage to his master, and asked about the bad taste of torturing people for Mao Xing, is it fun?
"I risked my life to come here for my master, but it's not because of you, you brat! My legs are about to break, my golden elixir has faded, and the consumption is so great, you think I am willing! I'm not worried about what will happen to you! Work hard! Work hard!
Just try your best! Do you think being injured in that world really won’t affect you now? How much does it cost to recover from a shock to your soul?..."
Ye Feng was shot one after another with a barrage of curses and curses, and his emotions almost peeled off my skin. It was all for me... Okay. But what impact can the game have? I couldn't help but mumbled:
"Soul shock?"
The old Taoist was very scornful and made a Zhao Benshan-style action:
"In layman's terms, if it gets serious, it means you will become a vegetative state. By then, even the most exhausted experts may not be able to wake you up."
Ye Feng was shocked, "How is it possible? A game can actually cause such harm?"
"Everything is possible! After all, it is connected to the head, and the soul is in the head. Of course, it will affect the soul. Under normal circumstances, there is no problem, but it is hard to tell if you do that. There are countless attacks, direct, and magical.
All. Who do you think you are? If the old Tao hadn't arrived in time, if the old Tao hadn't reached the integration level there and moved you out first, you would have been doomed! If such an attack hits the old Tao, the old Tao can only go to see ten
Lord Yan! My experienced disciple, even if you don’t turn into a zombie, you will probably turn into a stupid pig or a stupid cow.”
Even though he was a bit inhumane, Ye Feng still couldn't believe it. He would become a fool even if he played a game!
"I used to go shopping a lot, and it hurts a little bit. But it's not bad for the body, it's only good!"
"Before! Have you ever been so weak before? Were their attacks so strong before? You just survived the catastrophe. If your foundation is not stable, you run long distances and fight continuously regardless of fatigue. This is what kind of game, if it were reality
Even if you are not dead, you will be seriously injured, and your foundation will definitely be damaged, making it difficult to survive in the future! Even there. Such a violent shock will definitely damage the soul. The severity varies. Ordinary people will not have much impact. They have not opened the Purple Mansion.
.Being shocked will only cause headache and dizziness for a few days, and then at most it will become stupid and the brain will not work. It is different for the monks who opened the Zi Mansion. They seem to be powerful, but in fact they are the most fragile. Once injured, it is extremely difficult to recover, and it is too late to regret.
Remember: Never waste your energy like this again!”
"Then what else are you playing? This game is too scary!"
"Life is like a game. Don't you think the magic of this so-called game? All the exercises can be reflected inside, and the exercises inside can be brought outside. If it is a exercise with the word "zheng", it is
Perfect and high-end ones, such as your Yin-Yang Jue, my teacher also had a realistic breakthrough because he understood a higher realm there. It can be said that it is real, but we have not yet glimpsed the truth."
"Oh...you mean I can continue to play?" Ye Feng asked hopefully. After all, if you can't play anymore, you will be annoyed. How will you make money to support your family? At the very least, it will be so boring! It took a lot of effort just now.
After snatching Cai Yatou, not yet...! Do you want to take Ling'er to travel around the world with Ba Tian's pursuit?
"Of course you can! You can do it after you solidify the foundation of your realm, but you can't play for the time being."
"Oh? Why? I am breaking through in the game, but I also want to be stable there?"
The old Taoist shook his head, looked at Ye Feng carefully and said: "Someone is looking for trouble for you. Your strength is not ordinary. Your ability is not enough to protect yourself, so I want to help you and your junior sister build a foundation, and then you enter the monastic life."
threshold, so that you can protect yourself in this world."
Ye Feng let out a long breath, "Oh! Then I'll go back and explain, and call Ling'er out by the way."
"No need, just call Ling'er out for the master."
Lao Dao sat down on the spot, closed his eyes and concentrated, his brows seemed to be rippling. After a moment, he opened his eyes and said calmly: "Okay, Ling'er will help you deal with your funeral. You heal your wounds first."
...Handling funeral arrangements? It seems very unlucky...
But Ye Feng did not continue to criticize, and he meditated honestly to heal his wounds, forgetting how the old man communicated with Ling'er, and also forgot about Dark Moon lying on the cold floor, the old and the young sat quietly without any conscience.
The game was turned upside down at this time.
The number one player in the game was severely injured, with no trace left, and all the scum he was beaten on. The most important thing is: he did not go back, he did not return to Bingzhou!
He disappeared!
This is something incomprehensible. It is common sense to return to the nest or the city after death, but Ye Feng disappeared. After being killed in Chang'an, no one saw him in Yanmen! Just when Ye Feng was about to die, there were countless people
His eyes were fixed on the resurrection point in Yanmen. As long as it was a big city that Ye Feng had walked through, people were staring at the resurrection points in all cities, because only big cities could be resurrected, but they didn't find it. They didn't find it for a whole day!
Ignoring all the scouts and spies, if Ye Feng was resurrected at this critical moment of life and death in Bingzhou, it would be impossible for him not to come out and take charge of the overall situation, but indeed no one saw him, and three full days had passed!
So it can be determined that Ye Feng has a problem, a big problem!
Players in Yuan Shao's army quickly reported this phenomenon. Yuan Shaoxiong, who had originally planned to withdraw his troops, suddenly disappeared. What a heavy blow this would be if the lord disappeared!
If Ye Feng doesn't show up for a month, Bingzhou will be in chaos, and then the entire Bingzhou will be at your fingertips!
Persistence is victory!
But how could Ye Feng be resurrected if he was not dead? The old man easily threw him across the Yellow River and used his own methods to force him to go offline. Ye Feng just mysteriously disappeared from the game.
People in Bingzhou were also in panic, until Ling'er gave the order. (To be continued...)
