Feng Lin opened his mouth. He originally wanted to say a few more words, but after thinking about it for a while, he gave up.
In fact, he wanted to say that maybe Wei Shenghong had never seen a master of Ji Guangling's generation.
At least in Feng Lin's eyes, Ji Guangling was more powerful.
Lan He might be able to use real man skills and die together with Ji Guangling.
But Feng Lin felt that it was almost impossible to defeat Ji Guangling without using the Tonggui move.
Of course, besides Ji Guangling, there is also his father.
Feng Lin had never seen his father take action. He came to this conclusion only based on the divine counterattack.
Dad is fifty years old and in his prime.
He used his power to dodge fatal attacks and competed with Lan He in terms of endurance. The one who won in the end was definitely Dad.
However, these are all Feng Lin's subjective conjectures. After all, he has never seen Lan He and actually made a move.
"Hu Yong, you are indeed a little confused this time, but I don't blame you. After I die, I still count on you and Lao Liu to protect our home."
Wei Shenghong smiled and waved, "You can go back, everything will be business as usual."
"Thank you, ancestor!"
Hu Yong bowed respectfully and left.
Feng Lin continued to select the natural materials and treasures here, preparing to treat Wei Shenghong.
Probably in a few hours.
The rushing current from the opposite side began to roll large splashes of water and continued for a period of time.
Lan He jumped out.
He was wearing casual and loose clothes, and as soon as he appeared, he had a thermos cup in his hand.
There is wolfberry water inside.
"Old Man Lan."
Feng Lin stood up with a smile and walked over.
"I heard that you are doing well during this period, right?"
Lan He walked over with a smile, "The Demon Queen He Xingzhen was even beaten away by you."
"What? Is there such a thing? I heard that He Xingzhen is not simple."
Wei Shenghong also stood up from his chair and said in surprise.
"I told you a long time ago, don't treat this kid with common sense." Lan He walked over with a smile.
"Don't brag too much, there were experts to help you."
Feng Lin smiled and waved his hand.
"Really? Then you are so lucky, your precious swordsmanship was taken away by you."
Lan He took a sip of wolfberry water and looked at Wei Shenghong with a smile, "Brother Wei Sheng, haven't we seen each other in a few years?"
"It's been six or seven years, and it's just the Chinese New Year. Let's send each other New Year greetings videos."
Wei Shenghong pointed to the stone table in the distance and said with a smile, "How many drinks?"
"No, I have been maintaining my health these past few years. People, the older they get, the more afraid of death they become."
Lan He shook the wolfberry water in his hand.
Feng Lin looked at Wei Shenghong with an expressionless face, "Stop drinking, you are already injured."
"hurt?"
Lan He frowned, "What's going on?"
"Two years ago, Hu Yong found a ruins. At that time, only our country, Weisheng, knew about it, so he planned to explore it himself."
Wei Shenghong sighed deeply, "Later, several ninth-level people disappeared, so I went in personally to rescue them. I encountered an extremely powerful formation. The formation was obviously aimed at sublimation and only attacked the head and internal organs."
"Fortunately, a few of them were rescued. Since then, they have felt something wrong. They often cough and bleed. I thought it was due to aging."
As Wei Shenghong spoke, he looked at Feng Lin, "I met this kid today and he said I was injured."
"He said there is, and there must be. This guy has very good medical skills."
Lan He smiled and took a sip of wolfberry water, then sat on a stone bench nearby.
Wei Shenghong also sat aside.
"Don't be too happy. I haven't treated the body of a sublimated master yet."
Feng Lin came over and grabbed Wei Shenghong's wrist, "Senior, can you make the left chest sublime?"
"Of course, let you see it more directly."
Wei Shenghong took off his shirt, revealing his thin chest.
Feng Lin grabbed Wei Shenghong's wrist again and said, "Let's get started."
call!
The left side of Wei Shenghong's chest suddenly turned into blue flames, and it was obvious that a piece of his body was missing.
Then, Qi Jin gradually converges and combines, first the internal organs, then the bones, and finally the outer skin.
His body returned to its original state again.
Feng Lin kept grabbing Wei Shenghong's wrist to feel it, and pressed his other hand on the left side of Wei Shenghong's body.
"No, the feeling is coming."
As soon as Wei Shenghong finished speaking, he started coughing violently.
His body shook violently as he coughed, and after several times, he coughed up blood.
Feng Lin took out two silver needles and stabbed him.
Wei Shenghong's eyes widened immediately, "Good guy! That's okay! I feel like this. I'm going to have to cough for at least half an hour. Can you just prick it twice?"
"This is only temporary."
Feng Lin checked Wei Shenghong's body back and forth, and finally came to the conclusion, "I almost know it."
"What?"
The two old men asked at the same time.
"Sublimation heals injuries, not illnesses." Feng Lin stood aside with his trouser pockets inserted.
"Injury? What do you mean?"
Wei Shenghong stroked his beard.
"These are two concepts. Injury is an external factor, such as if I cut you with a knife, and illness is a problem caused by oneself, such as you catching a cold."
Feng Lin explained from the side.
"I seem to understand."
Lan He looked at Feng Lin, "In other words, he caught a cold, and I stabbed him again. He let his body sublimate and then recover. The stab wound would be repaired, but the cold would not be cured."
"Yes, that's what it means. To put it in the most popular language, senior is sick."
Feng Lin looked at Wei Shenghong and said.
"It's impossible. I've also watched a lot of popular science videos. How can we get sick at our level?"
Wei Shenghong asked in confusion.
"How is it impossible? Getting sick is not just caused by pathogenic infection. Overwork and physical load can lead to organ immune failure. These can all lead to sickness."
Feng Lin pointed at Wei Shenghong, "Senior, you are old, your organs are aging, and your self-repair ability is pitifully weak. If this continues, when your organs are completely necrotic, your life will really be gone."
"So that's it."
Wei Shenghong remembered the humanoid formation he encountered earlier and kept attacking his waist and lungs.
It may be that excessive recovery leads to overload, thus laying the root of the disease.
"Boy, is there any cure?"
Lan He asked from the side.
"If you find the cause, of course there is a cure, but I don't know how many years your senior can live since he is old."
Feng Lin smiled and spread his hands.
"Hahaha! As long as the disease is cured, my life for more than ten years will be just like playing."
Wei Shenghong couldn't help laughing, "It turns out I'm sick. I haven't heard this word for a long time."
"Brother Weisheng, do you think Feng Lin saved your life this time?"
Lan He asked with a smile.
"Lao Lan, you really worked hard."
Wei Shenghong couldn't help but laugh.
He knew what Lan He meant, and Lan He's lifespan was almost over.
If Lan He dies early, he is afraid that Wei Sheng Hong will turn against him.
After all, Wei Shenghong said publicly that Lan He was his friend, not that Hua Xia was his friend.
What Lan He said now, to put it bluntly, was to tell Wei Shenghong.
Even if Lan He dies first, Wei Shenghong still owes Feng Lin his life.
Feng Lin was from China, so naturally he wanted to side with China because of Feng Lin's face.
You know, Wei Shenghong has cooperated with Huaxia over the years and knows many secrets.
He takes the lead in turning to the Yin-Yang Crusaders, which will cause great losses to China.
"Not bad! Now I owe Feng Lin another life."
Wei Shenghong raised his head and laughed.
Lan He smiled and took a sip of wolfberry water, "Boy, after the treatment is over in a while, let me see your Sword Burial Style."