Feeling the abundant strength in the body, Zitongli stood up, walked back to the bed, and covered his fingers on his wrist veins.
The chaotic pulse is much more stable. According to the reason, he should now think about it. How can he not wake up ?!
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On the snow peak.
The crowd of Ziwei Auction Room and Mine Team was still waiting. Zhao Gang looked at the direction of the valley in the valley, and threw the snowball in his hand on the snow.
"Mr. Lan, why haven't you woke up yet?"
On the side, Lanting was also a little worried.
According to the truth, even if Beichen's super -stars are temporarily physical and not fainted, you should not have been awake for so long.
The other middle -aged man with a robe next to him smiled ambiguously, "Maybe, maybe it is also intimate in the account?!"
In the distance, the clothes broke the air, and the sound was captured. Several people turned their faces.
As soon as the figure flashed, one person fell in front of a few people.
"Mr. Lan!"
"What's the matter?!"
Seeing the coming, Lanting's face rose to a dignified look.
"Bi Yunzong's Ministry is rushing towards the direction of Mineral Valley!" The man replied respectfully.
"How many people are here?!" Lan Ting's complexion changed slightly.
If the young master did not have fainting, he would not look at the people of Biyunzong too much, but at the moment, the young master fainted without waking up, and he had to pay attention to the crisis under his eyes.
"The Lord Yunshui Zen led the team, there were nearly 200 disciples." The man replied.
"Mr. Lan?!" Everyone around listened, all looked at Lanting. The young master was not there. Lan Ting was the highest status. Everyone was naturally his life.
Lanting spit out two words immediately, "Back to the camp!"
At present, the situation has changed. For the safety of the young master, he naturally wants to return to the camp.
When everyone returned to the camp, I saw the snow, and the purple pupils stood on their hands.
Seeing everyone falling, her eyes just fell on Lanting's face deeply, "Are you deliberately right?!"
The current situation is obviously different. Now, these people suddenly appear together. It is not difficult to guess the twists and turns in Zitong.
Lanting accompanied a smiley face, "What the girl Zitong said, I couldn't understand it."
"Huh!" Zitong hummed, "Son, go!"
"Girl, please stay!" Lanting suddenly picked the robe and kneeled in front of her.
He took the lead, who dared to stand, dozens of people kneeling into a piece.
Zitong frowned slightly, "Do you think so, so you can keep me for your young master?"
"The girl misunderstood, I don't want the girl to stay, I just want to ask the girl to take the young Lord to leave the place together!" Lan Ting raised his face, and a pair of eyes were full of pleasure.
If you want to rush over, the young master will be injured. If he still stays here, he is afraid that the girl is a good friend. The girl is a good friend of the young master.
Without waiting for Zitong to answer, in the air, a crane sounded clearly.
Zitong looked up, and I saw a giant crane falling slowly from the air.
On the back of the crane, sitting with a green robe old man with a crowd, crane hair childish, a touch of purple red in his eyebrows, it was the Bi Yunzong Lord Yunshui Zen.
From the back of the crane, it fell on the snow, Yun Shui Zen stared at the purple pupils standing in front of everyone, and the eyes were full of cold.
"Little boy, we met again!"
Yun Shuizhan's words seemed to be cold, but there was no friendship in the tone. I felt the abundant strength in the body. Zitongli stood up and walked back to the bed, covering his fingers to his wrist veins.
The chaotic pulse has stabilized a lot. Logically speaking, he should have thought about it now. How could he not wake up?!
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On the snowy peak.
Everyone in the mining team of Ziwei Auction House was still waiting. Zhao Gang looked at the direction of the camp in the valley and threw the snowball in his hand on the snow with some boredom.
"Mr. Lan, why hasn't the young master woke up yet?"
On the side, Lan Ting was also a little worried.
Logically speaking, even if Beichen was temporarily exhausted due to excessive star power and fainted, he shouldn't have been awake for so long.
Another middle-aged man wearing a cloth robe next to him smiled ambiguously, "Maybe, it's possible to make out in the tent?!"
In the distance, clothes were pierced through the air, and when they caught the sound, several people turned their faces.
As soon as the figure flashed, one person landed in front of several people.
"Mr. Lan!"
"What happened?!"
Seeing the person coming, Lan Ting had a solemn expression on his face.
"The members of the Biyun Sect are rushing towards the Mine Valley!" the man replied respectfully.
"How many people are here?!" Lan Ting's face changed slightly.
If the young master had not been unconscious, he would not have paid too much attention to the people of Biyun Sect, but now that the young master was unconscious, he had to pay attention to the current crisis.
"The sect master Yunshui Chan leads a team with nearly two hundred disciples in total," the man replied.
"Mr. Lan?!" After hearing this, everyone around them looked at Lan Ting. The young master was not here, and Lan Ting was the one with the highest status, so everyone naturally followed his orders.
Lanting immediately said two words, "Go back to camp!"
Now that the situation has suddenly changed, for the safety of the young master, he naturally has to return to the camp to make arrangements.
When everyone returned to the camp, they saw Purple Eyes standing on the snow with hands hanging down.
Seeing everyone standing down, her eyes fell deeply on Lan Ting's face, "You did this on purpose, right?!"
The current situation is obviously strange. Now, these people suddenly appear together. It is not difficult for Zi Tong to guess the twists and turns in this.
Lan Ting smiled and said, "I can't understand what Miss Zi Tong said."
"Hmph!" Zi Tong hummed, "Son, let's go!"
"Girl, please stay!" Lan Ting suddenly picked up her robe and knelt on one knee in front of her.
As soon as he took the lead, no one dared to stand, and dozens of people immediately knelt together.
Zi Tong frowned slightly, "Do you think this can keep me for your young master?"
"Young lady misunderstood, I don't want you to stay, I just want you to take the young master away from here!" Lan Ting raised his face, his eyes full of pleading, "Biyun Sect Yun Shuichan and others will come soon
We have to rush over, but the young master is injured. If he is left here, it will be very dangerous. The girl is a good friend of the young master, so I think that kind of situation must be what the girl doesn’t want to see?!"
Before Zi Tong could answer, a crane's cry sounded in the air.
Zi Tong raised her face and saw a giant crane falling slowly from mid-air.
On the back of the crane, sitting cross-legged, is an old man in a green robe, with crane hair and a childish face, and a hint of purple in the middle of his eyebrows. He is Yun Shuichan, the leader of the Biyun Sect.
Falling from the crane's back to the snow, Yun Shuichan stared at the purple-eyed man standing in front of everyone, his eyes full of coldness.
"Young Master, we meet again!"
Yun Shuichan's words seemed to be casual, but there was no hint of friendliness in his tone.