When he returned to the Tiger Roaring Hall, it was already dark, and Ouyang Shan gave an order, then turned around and left.

Yang Tian stayed at Ouyang Tai's residence, quietly healing his injuries, the Blood Moisturizing Pill given by Ouyang Shan was indeed a healing elixir, even if it was an injury caused by the martial artists of the Martial Sect Realm, under the nourishment of the Blood Moisturizing Pill, they all improved quickly.

In this way, it will indeed be healed in about three or five days, as Ouyang Shan said.

Ouyang Tai, Ouyang Shaotian, Ta Feng, and Zheng Lan all felt guilty for not helping Yang Tian when they teleported out at the most critical moment.

At this moment, Yang Tian's eyes were closed, and he was healing, and they were consciously guarding the outside to protect Yang Tian's Dharma.

Yang Tian glanced at it, but he showed helplessness, along the way, the four of them kept blaming themselves, he had already made it clear that he didn't blame them for this, let them not take it to heart.

But the four of them seemed to be completely unable to get over the hurdle in their hearts, blaming themselves all the way, and even sent out a lot of cultivation resources.

In the middle of the night, Yang Tian woke up from his healing, and Ouyang Tai and the other four were still guarding outside.

"Senior Brother Ouyang, Senior Brother Shaking Heaven, Senior Brother Ta Feng, Senior Sister Zheng Lan, come in!" Yang Tian said a little weakly, Song Ziji's sword pierced through his chest, although he had gotten better, he was still a little weak.

However, for now, it will not continue to deteriorate, as long as you recuperate properly, you will be fine.

Hearing Yang Tian's voice, the four of them were overjoyed, and immediately walked in from outside.

"Little junior brother, you have been injured, you should heal your injuries first!" Ouyang Tai saw that Yang Tian's complexion had improved a lot, but he was still a little worried.

"If my cultivation was enough, nothing like this would happen!" Ouyang Shaotian still blamed himself, and was very dissatisfied with Ouyang Shan's lack of action at the first time.

"Little junior brother, if you need anything, even if you command, you can heal your wounds obediently!" Ta Feng was grateful in his heart, and he hated to do anything for Yang Tian.

"Junior Brother Yang Tian, you are injured, your qi and blood must have lost a lot, I have already arranged for someone to make some food, since you wake up, then I will let them serve it!" Zheng Lan's eyes were full of worry.

Yang Tian couldn't help but feel helpless, but he couldn't say anything, so he nodded.

Suddenly, after a while, there was a table of delicacies from the mountains and seas in the room, among which there were a lot of food of yellow-rank fierce beasts, and the devouring of these foods by martial artists could greatly enhance the strength of the body, as well as qi and blood.

Yang Tian tore a piece fiercely and said, "Senior Brother Ouyang, do you know when the ancestor will be out of the customs?"

The reason why he asked like this is because he is most worried about the chrysanthemum in his body, as for the injuries on his body, it doesn't matter, and he can recover in three or five days.

Ouyang Tai stopped tearing the action in his hand, and said with a smile: "Don't worry! I have already asked, the ancestor was out of the customs three days ago, and the ancestor has already told me, when your injury is better, he will come over to help you take a look!"

Hearing this, Yang Tian was slightly relieved, the chrysanthemum in his body was always a hurdle in his heart, like a knife hanging above his head, if he didn't cure it, he would always feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.

A hundred years of life is long enough for ordinary people, but for martial artists, it is just a matter of a snap of a finger.

In particular, when Xiuwei breaks through to the realm of the Martial King, the lifespan can reach a thousand years, relatively speaking, a hundred years is really nothing.

"That's good!" After eating some food, Yang Tian had a lot more strength to speak, "Come, senior brother, senior sister, drink!"

As he spoke, Yang Tian picked up his wine glass.

Zheng Lan stretched out her hand, snatched the wine glass from Yang Tian's hand, and said angrily: "Little junior brother, you are injured, you can't drink!"

"It's out of the way!As long as you don't drink too much!" Yang Tian snatched the wine glass again and quickly poured it into his mouth.

"Haha!Senior Sister Zheng, as a man in the Great Wilderness, how can there be a reason not to drink?" Ouyang Tai saw that Yang Tian's spirit was much better, and he couldn't help but be happy, "Come, continue to be full!"

"Haha......"

……

Time passed, and three days passed.

The injuries on Yang Tian's chest have also improved, but on the surface of the skin, there are still scars, and it will take a little time to remove this scar, but the overall situation has improved.

The sky was bright, Yang Tian walked out of the house, and in the past three days, Ouyang Tai and others were persuaded by Yang Tian to finally stop guarding outside.

The nine rounds of the sun rise, like a new life, its sunlight permeates and shines on everything.

Yang Tian greeted the sun and stretched his waist, his expression was indescribably comfortable.

"I love the sun, especially the morning sun!" Yang Tian's lazy voice came out gently, and his whole body was bathed in the sun, with an indescribable vitality.

"May I ask you are Yang Tian?"

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice with an inquiring voice came.

Yang Tian looked up, it was a strange disciple who had never seen it before.

"I am, may I ask who you are?"

When the strange disciple heard this, his eyes lit up, and he took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Yang Tian.

"I'm here to deliver the letter!"

"Oh?" Yang Tian was a little puzzled, he didn't know who gave him the letter, but he still took the envelope, opened it and saw that it was a challenge letter, signed by Feng Chilong.

Wind Red Dragon?

Yang Tian thought about it, and soon remembered, three months ago, when he first entered the Tiger Roaring Hall, he had a big battle with Feng Chihu, and later heard Ouyang Tai say that Feng Chihu also had a very powerful brother called Feng Chilong.

From this point of view, the Wind Red Dragon must want to find a place for the Wind Red Tiger!

"Alas, trouble!" Yang Tian couldn't help sighing, he personally didn't like these, but sometimes, trouble would come to the door by himself.

"Can I refuse?" Yang Tian raised his head, looked at the strange disciple, and said lightly.

"According to the rules of the Tiger Roaring Hall, you can't refuse, of course, don't worry, such a challenge will not kill people, at most you will be beaten!" This strange disciple was very polite, but when he said it, he seemed to be extremely confident in Feng Chilong's strength.

"So, let me ask, what kind of cultivation is Feng Chilong?" Yang Tian was helpless, so he asked.

"Below the Martial Sect Realm!" replied the strange disciple.

"Okay, go back and tell Feng Chilong, I'll take the challenge, and I'll be on time when the time comes!" Yang Tian put away the challenge.

"Then, take your leave!" the strange disciple clenched his fists and left immediately.

Yang Tian nodded, the last time Ouyang Tai mentioned Feng Chilong, he said that with this Feng Chilong's cultivation, he could actually break through to the Martial Sect Realm a long time ago, but he couldn't break through, and this strange disciple of Fang Cai said that Feng Chilong's cultivation was below the Martial Sect Realm, Yang Tian suddenly thought that the so-called below the Martial Sect Realm should be a half-step Martial Sect.

"Looks like I'm going to be in retreat for a few days!"