Even he was powerless, let alone the other guests.
A guest official hesitated for a moment, bowed to Cao Fangyi, and said, "If it really doesn't work, let him eat whatever he wants, and let him play whatever he wants. In life, he will be safe and carefree.
, it's actually pretty good."
Obviously, this person completely gave up and gave up treatment.
"Little brother, let's play hide-and-seek, hide-and-seek." As soon as he finished speaking, He Xinda wiped his nose with his sleeve, rushed up and grabbed Cao Fangyi's arm, shaking it while shaking it.
He said happily, his eyes were so bright.
Cao Fangyi and others looked at He Xinda, and then looked at the guest who was talking. The blue veins on their foreheads were protruding: This is a powerful man in the realm of Transformation of Saints. Is this really good?
"Uh... When I didn't say anything, I'll say goodbye first. Lord Fujun should ask Gao Ming for another person." The guest found that the atmosphere was a little wrong and quickly ran away.
Several other guests bowed and hurriedly retreated.
"Little brother, let's hide and seek. I'll count first, one, two, three, four..." When they brought the door, they also heard He Xinda's laughter full of childlike fun.
"Xinda, sit down for me!" Then Cao Fangyi shouted furiously.
"Woo...You little brother, you are mad at me, I want to tell my father, tell my mother, woo..." Then, He Xinda burst into tears while sniffing.
So, several guest servants felt chills and ran faster.
"Master, how are the other disciples injured?" Cao Fangyi sealed He Xinda's meridians and calmed him down. He took several more breaths before forcing himself to calm down and asked Kou Chuchen.
"Life is not hindered, but cultivation will definitely not be able to be preserved." Kou Chuchen shook his head and sighed.
In just one month, all his energy and spirit were exhausted, and he seemed to have been aged hundreds of years.
Those who are qualified to be sent by them to participate in the Daochi training, even if they are not as talented as Zheng Tengyuan, they are all the best choices. Now that the experience has come, not only Zheng Tengyuan has died tragically on the spot, but other disciples have also died.
The younger generation of the Yangdao Mansion was wiped out.
Although they are still here, Zhengyang Dao Mansion still looks glorious, but after they die, who else can support the huge foundation of Zhengyang Dao Mansion?
Thinking of this, Kou Chuchen felt as if he was dead.
When Cao Fangyi heard his words, he felt dark in front of him, and his body shook, and he almost fainted.
"Master Fujun, Master Fujun!" Kou Chuchen and Pang Lingqing hurriedly stepped forward to support him.
"It's okay, I'm fine, I can hold on." Cao Fangyi finally stabilized his body, waved his hand and said to the two of them. Then, without waiting for them to speak, he asked Pang Lingqing anxiously, "Ling Qing, can you have it?
News from Huntian?”
"We have searched all over the Hanging Mountain, but found no clues. I'm afraid we can never find them again." Pang Lingqing smiled bitterly and said.
"Look for it, can't be found?" Cao Fangyi looked at Pang Lingqing in disbelief.
Although the soul of Huntian has not been completely refined, after working hard for so many years, several people still left a soul mark on it. How could they not be found?
"Mr. Fujun is too tired these days, I'm afraid he hasn't discovered it yet. The soul mark we left on Huntian has disappeared." Pang Lingqing explained with a bitter expression.