"Stop!" Just when Zeng Baichuan was about to take action, an angry shout sounded in the distance like a dragon's roar, and then the glow suddenly rose in the distance, and Yang Ming raised his head like a demon god, with his beard and hair growing angry, towards Zeng Baichuan and the others.
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Zeng Baichuan's whole body was shocked, he hurriedly put away the wind blade in his hand, and immediately stepped back with one foot, keeping a certain distance from Chen Feng.
"Bump!" Yang Ming hit the ground like a cannonball. The entire gravel-paved ground was suddenly filled with rocks and dust mist as he landed violently.
Yang Mingju walked out of the dust and mist, and came to Chen Feng's side in a few steps. Regardless of the blood all over Chen Feng's body, he picked him up. Then he grabbed Chen Feng's bloody hand with one hand as fast as lightning, and pressed his index finger against the pulse gate.
His expression was extremely anxious.
After investigating for a moment, Yang Ming took a long breath, his expression gradually softened, and he turned his palm over, and a golden round pill appeared in his palm.
As soon as the elixir appeared, the fragrance of the elixir overflowed, and a large amount of spiritual mist lingered around the elixir. Yang Mingju looked at the elixir in his palm, a flash of pain flashed in his eyes, and then he bit his silver teeth and stuffed the elixir directly into it.
From Chen Feng's mouth.
At the entrance of the elixir, a powerful spiritual mist suddenly rose up, tightly surrounding Chen Feng. Silks of pure spiritual energy circulated in Chen Feng's body, and a layer of new flesh visible to the naked eye grew on Chen Feng's body.
Seeing this scene, all the disciples of Lingyun Sect were dumbfounded. They were envious and jealous. Such a magical medicine was actually cheap for a useless person with low cultivation level. It was really a cruel act of nature.
Contrary to everyone's reactions, when Zeng Baichuan saw the strange sight before him, cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes, and he was inexplicably horrified. Who is this seemingly ordinary young man? How could Zeng Baichuan make Master Shuangjue not hesitate to use such magic medicine to save him?
Zeng Baichuan has been a member of the Lingyun Sect for several years and is well aware of the cruelty of the world of immortality. If this young man had not had an extraordinary relationship with Master Shuangjue and beat him to death, he would not have believed that Master Shuangjue would be so generous.
A feeling of being kicked against the iron plate quietly arose in Zeng Baichuan's heart. While he was secretly cursing Lu Zhong, he was thinking about how he should face Yang Mingju.
Yang Mingju saw that Chen Feng's injuries were getting better, so he gently put Chen Feng down and turned to look at Zeng Baichuan, with murderous intent in his eyes.
"Master Shuangjue, junior..." Sensing Yang Mingju's unkind eyes, Zeng Baichuan trembled violently and quickly bowed to explain something, but before he could finish speaking, Yang Mingju flashed and came to Zeng Baichuan.
, raised his right hand and slapped him in the face, until Zeng Baichuan's eyes were filled with stars and he fainted.
The Lingyun Sect disciples beside Zeng Baichuan had never seen such a battle before. They were all dumbfounded and did not dare to intercede for Zeng Baichuan.
When Zeng Baichuan was lying on the ground like a pig's head, Yang Mingju's anger dissipated a little. He glanced coldly at the other Lingyun Sect disciples and said in a deep voice.
"I am a mortal, but you treat me like this. Is this the style of your Lingyun Sect? If anyone dares to bully my disciple again in the future, I will definitely ask for an explanation."
After Yang Mingju said this, he snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and robes, rolled up Chen Feng, turned into a meteor, and flew towards Shuangjue Courtyard. Only the Lingyun Sect disciples with pale faces and Zeng Baichuan, who had fainted, were left on the field.
In a secret place in the distance, Lu Zhong was standing quietly, seeing the entire battle clearly.
When he saw that Chen Feng could actually perform immortal arts, he frowned tightly, and doubts arose in his heart. How could this waste who couldn't practice and didn't have any spiritual power fluctuations in his body be able to use immortal arts?
When Yang Mingju appeared, Lu Zhongzhong was even more suspicious. The third elder would actually come to save a waste? How is this possible?
When Lu Zhong saw the third elder taking out the yellow pill, his mind went blank and he almost screamed.
As the head disciple, Lu Zhong knew clearly what the yellow pill was, and it turned out to be the Great Return Pill.
Da Huan Dan, a high-grade Xuan Dan, is said to be able to regenerate dead bones and flesh, and bring people back to life. Although the legends are exaggerated, according to several elders in the sect, when Yang Mingju traveled around the world, he was even seriously injured and was not willing to take it, but today he actually used it like this
The precious Xuan Dan was stuffed into Chen Feng's mouth without any hesitation. This thing was too strange.
Lu Zhong thought for a long time, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. No matter what, Chen Feng must be eliminated. Although he cannot threaten him now, judging from the attitude of the third elder towards him, there must be something hidden between the two.
An unknown secret, and Chen Feng's existence has made him unable to sleep or eat well.
Thinking of this, Lu Zhong snorted coldly, turned around and walked away.
Yang Mingju stared at Chen Feng lying on the bed, his face gloomy. Chen Feng's appearance gave him new hope.
Forming a pill is something that almost every immortal cultivator dreams of. Whether it is to prolong life or increase strength, countless immortal cultivators flock to it like moths.
Yang Mingju's third-grade earth spirit root is now at the seventh level of the foundation stage. This is already his limit. If he wants to improve again, he can only rely on years of accumulation. However, his longevity does not allow him to go through this long process.
The appearance of Chen Feng just gave his dead heart the hope of life.
Whether it was to extend his lifespan or enhance his cultivation, he could not let Chen Feng die. He would never let go of even a little hope.
On the comfortable bed, Chen Feng slept very peacefully. He had never slept so sweetly since he came to this world.
Every day, I either try to think of ways to improve my strength, or I spend my days in fear to keep my secrets.
"Am I still alive?" Chen Feng opened his fluffy sleepy eyes and looked around the room in confusion. When he discovered that the room he was in was his residence, his eyes became even more confused.
Chen Feng lifted the quilt off his body and looked down, only to see that the wounds all over his body in his memory had disappeared, and the skin on his body had become as smooth as a baby's.
"What's going on?" Chen Feng scratched his head in confusion, then closed his eyes and used the technique of inner vision.
"Lian, Qi training stage three?" Chen Feng almost screamed out in surprise. What on earth is going on? Why is it that not only are all his injuries healed, but his level has also been improved?
Squeak! Just when Chen Feng's face was full of questions, the door was gently pushed open, and Wang Zun's handsome face appeared in Chen Feng's eyes.
"Junior brother, are you awake?" Seeing Chen Feng looking at him blankly, Wang Zun's face suddenly burst into a warm smile.
"Senior Brother! I remember that I lost in a duel with a disciple of the Lingyun Sect. Why..." At this point, Chen Feng paused and waited for Wang Zun's answer with a confused look on his face.
Wang Zun was so happy that he told Chen Feng everything about Chen Feng's sleep these days...
