The sound of curses echoed on the top floor of the hotel building.
Lu Fan withdrew his eyes lightly, turned around and bent down to help Song Yingyu, who had fallen on the ground, onto the sofa. After checking her injuries, he discovered that these overseas monks had actually sealed her Dantian with their true energy.
His brows furrowed slightly.
His martial arts heart is now shattered, his Dantian is dead, and he is unable to activate his true energy to help Song Yingyu out of the siege.
He thought for a while, then took out his phone and dialed a number.
Soon, the hotel elevator dinged, and several figures quickly rushed out and broke into the suite door.
"what happened?"
The first one to rush in was Qi Qianming.
When he was at the Prince Hotel, he left a card for Lu Fan with his phone number on it.
He thought it would be difficult for Lu Fan to call him, but he didn't expect that the call would arrive before the next day.
Qi Qianming stood in the hotel suite with a group of Qianshamen disciples, looking around with a heavy expression.
"With such a strong fluctuation of true energy, could it be that some mysterious master battle just happened here?"
As the Great Mystic Master, Qi Qianming keenly captured the aura of fighting lingering in the air of the room.
However, when he saw the blood mist all over the ground and Song Yingyu beside Lu Fan, his expression froze, and he immediately walked over and asked: "It's not like those people refused to admit defeat and came to your door to take revenge on you.
Bar?"
"First remove her restraints. I have just been in retreat to regulate my breathing, so it is not convenient for the time being."
Lu Fan did not answer his words, but looked at Song Yingyu beside him.
Qi Qianming nodded, and then checked Song Yingyu's body, then pinched the spell with his hand, a faint white halo appeared on his fingertips, and he touched Song Yingyu's eyebrows.
"hiss……"
Song Yingyu frowned, took a breath of air, and slowly opened his eyes.
"never mind."
Lu Fan saw the confusion in her eyes, and then turned to look at Qi Qianming: "There may be some people like this on the 15th floor. Please send your people over to solve it."
Qi Qianming gave the order. During the brief recovery of Song Yingyu's memory, he kept pacing back and forth in the suite, then bent down, picked up the broken dagger on the ground, held it in the palm of his hand and inspected it carefully.
"This is a semi-finished flying sword depicting an attack circle. Its lethality is terrifying. Even in our Thousand Kills Sect, only a small number of top masters can enjoy the privilege of wearing such a weapon."
"And here, there are more than a dozen..."
He held the dagger and looked back at Lu Fan: "Brother Donghai, did you really come here to seek revenge?"
Lu Fan nodded: "The four of them who just ran away would have died here tonight if they hadn't used Blood Escape."
Blood escape?
Qi Qianming suddenly took a breath of cold air: "The blood escape technique requires the caster's life and lifespan to be used. Unless he is at the critical moment of life and death, he will not resort to such desperate means of escape, and even if he escapes,
After using Blood Escape and consuming his blood essence and lifespan, he is almost like a useless person and will no longer pose any threat to Brother Lu."
"You are only talking about a few of them, not the masters behind them."
Lu Fan said calmly: "I heard that in a week, overseas monks from all over the world will gather on the islands in the South China Sea to hold a conference. As the deputy sect leader of the Thousand Kills Sect, have you heard about this?"