I don't know how long it took, Fang Bai finally had a little consciousness, but his eyelids were as heavy as lead, he couldn't open them at all, and his various senses were far less acute than before, and the whole person was in a completely self-enclosed state. Eight?? 1. Chinese ??? .?8?1(a)Z?(8).(a)C(a)O(a)M

Despite this, Fang Bai was still ecstatic in his heart, knowing that he had escaped the catastrophe and had not fallen into the spatial passage.

Fang Bai's chaotic true body possessed an extremely powerful self-healing ability, and he could clearly feel that his battered body was about to recover.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Bai finally had some sense of the things in the outside world, and felt as if he was lying on a soft bed, and someone around him was whispering.

"The spatial passage has changed, which means that the destination of the teleportation may be chaotic, and I don't know where I am being teleported now. If this is not the True Martial Realm, it may be one of the three thousand small worlds...... If this is the case, if I want to see my relatives, friends, and disciples again, it will be extremely difficult!"

Thinking of this, Fang Bai couldn't help but be anxious, wanting to open his eyes and look at the environment he was in now, but his eyelids could only stretch a line, and then he closed them again exhausted.

The moment he opened his eyelids, Fang Bai vaguely saw that he was lying in a thatched hut, with a pair of young men and women sitting beside him, and the two of them looked at him with a little concern in their eyes.

Fang Bai's eyes opened and closed immediately, so he couldn't see the faces of the young man and woman clearly.

"Sister, his eyes seem to move!"

A slightly immature teenager's voice sounded, and his tone was full of surprise.

"Huzi, be quiet, don't make a noise to him! Daddy said that he was seriously injured, and he needed to rest well to recover as soon as possible!"

A girl's voice as soft as a spring breeze whispered.

"I'm going to tell Daddy and Grandpa about them!"

The sound of hurried footsteps faded away, and it was clear that the slightly immature young man had left the bedside.

After a while, Fang Bai heard the sound of water in his ears, and then a soft and warm towel fell on his face and wiped it gently.

Fang Bai knew that it was the girl with a soft voice who wiped his face for himself.

The girl's wiping movement was slow and gentle, as if it would disturb herself, and at the same time, a faint girl's body fragrance wafted into her nose.

After dozens of breaths, Fang Bai heard a chaotic sound of footsteps, and 6 people entered the grass hut and stood in front of the bed to observe themselves.

"It's amazing, this young man is recovering from his injuries so quickly...... Qing'er, when he wakes up, stew that red turkey for him to eat!"

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with a deep voice.

The girl sitting in front of the bed answered and got up to leave.

"But Daddy, that red turkey was brought by you, Grandpa, and a few uncles and uncles who ventured into the mountains to fight, and you still have to use it for cultivation......! What are you going to do?"

The slightly immature boy muttered.

"The red turkey is gone, you can fight again!

The middle-aged man said in an unquestionable tone.

The boy let out an "oh" and fell silent.

When Fang Bai heard the word "red turkey", his heart moved slightly.

In Fang Bai's previous life's cultivation realm, the red turkey was also a kind of spirit animal, and after stewing, it had the effect of strengthening the muscles and bones of ordinary people, and it also had a certain benefit to the cultivation of martial artists.

From the young man's words, it can be inferred that the middle-aged man is also a martial artist, but now although Fang Bai has regained some consciousness, the sea of qi is in a closed state, and his divine sense cannot be released, so others can't see his identity as a martial artist, and he can't sense the level of other people's cultivation for the time being.

After a few people in the room whispered a few words, they left in a hurry, Fang Bai also felt weak, and drowsiness felt a burst of sleepiness, so he simply didn't think about anything, and soon fell asleep.

When he woke up again, Fang Bai's eyes could be easily opened, and now he was the only one in the grass hut.

Fang Bai felt to himself, most of the injuries in his body had healed, the sea of qi had also been reopened, his divine consciousness could be dispersed, and the true yuan could also flow freely in his body.

Although it would take time for his strength to fully recover, Fang Bai was now able to fight any martial artist in the Desolate Realm.

Fang Bai's divine sense quickly enveloped a radius of nearly two thousand meters, and now the place where he was now was actually a small mountain village.

It made Fang Bai regret that although all the villagers in this small mountain village were martial artists, they did not have the aura that they were familiar with.

That is to say, because of the abnormal change in the spatial channel, he was teleported to an unknown place, and his relatives, friends, and disciples, even if they were in the True Martial Realm, they must be very far away, otherwise they would have a good understanding with them, and they would definitely feel something.

In this small mountain village, there are only about 100 households, and the population is about 4 or 500.

The small mountain village is surrounded by mountains, and the southern end of the village is adjacent to a large lake, which is surrounded by weeping willows, which is very picturesque and extremely beautiful.

And the thatched hut where Fang Bai lives now is on the north side of the big lake, and when he goes out, he walks a hundred steps forward, and it is the lake.

At this moment, a young girl in a green shirt is practicing swords by the weeping willows by the lake.

The girl is only about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a goose egg face, bright eyes and bright teeth, and a beautiful appearance, she is a rare beauty.

A layer of fine beads of sweat had oozed from the girl's forehead, obviously practicing the sword very hard, and she was still gritting her teeth and persevering.

The long sword in the girl's hand, the sword faintly shone with a wisp of vitality fluctuations, but it was a low-level spiritual weapon.

When the girl's long sword danced, the sword light was overbearing, and the vitality released by the sword body aroused the willow leaves on the ground to fly into the air from time to time.

The girl is fluttering, her figure is slender and graceful, and when she practices the sword, her body is like a crane with blood up and down, which is extremely light and agile, and it looks pleasing to the eye.

It's a pity that the level of swordsmanship practiced by the girl is too low, and it is too gentle, lacking the decisive sharpness of killing, and the ornamentation is greater than the actual combat.

A few feet beside the girl, a young man in a green shirt who was only about thirteen or four years old, but looked as tall as himself, stood with his arms folded on his chest, his eyes fixed on the girl, and when he saw the girl practicing to the wonderful, he couldn't help but applaud and shout.

There is some resemblance between the eyebrows of this young man and woman, and it seems that they are a pair of siblings.

Fang Bai's divine sense swept over the young man and woman, knowing that the first thing he saw was them, and from the previous conversations between those people in the grass house, he knew that the girl's name was Qing'er, and the boy's name was Huzi.

When Fang Bai got up and got out of bed, he now had the original clothes on his body gone, and he didn't know when he changed into a green shirt of the same style as the young tiger.

Fang Bai smiled, completely restrained his breath, tidied up the green shirt on his body, walked out of the grass hut, and walked towards the pair of young men and women by the lake.

(End of chapter)