Feeling the abundant strength in his body, Zitong stood up neatly, walked back to the bedside, and put his fingers over his wrist veins.

The chaotic pulse has stabilized a lot, it stands to reason that he should think about it now, why hasn't he woken up?!

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On the snowy peaks.

Everyone in the Ziwei Auction House mining team 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 woken up yet?"

On the side, Lan Ting was also a little worried.

It stands to reason that even if Beichen overspends his star power and is temporarily unconscious, he shouldn't have woken up for so long.

Another middle-aged man in a cloth robe next to him smiled ambiguously, "Maybe, maybe it's in the tent?!" ”

In the distance, the clothes were torn through the air, and the voice was captured, and several people turned their faces.

The figure flashed, and one person fell in front of several people.

"Mr. Lan!"

"What's wrong?!"

Seeing the person coming, Lan Ting's face rose with a solemn look.

"The Biyun Sect is rushing in the direction of the Mine Valley!" The man replied respectfully.

"How many people are coming?!" Lan Ting's complexion changed slightly.

If the young master hadn't been unconscious, he and Ben wouldn't have taken the people of Biyun Sect too seriously, but right now, the young master was unconscious, so he had to pay attention to the current crisis.

"Sect Master Yunshui Chan led the team, with a total of nearly two hundred disciples." The man replied.

"Mr. Lan?!" When everyone around heard this, they all looked at Lanting, the young master was not there, Lanting was the one with the highest status, and everyone was naturally the only one to obey his orders.

Lan Ting immediately spit out two words, "Go back to the camp!" ”

Now that the situation has changed abruptly, for the safety of the young master, he naturally has to go back to the camp to make arrangements.

When everyone returned to the camp, they saw purple pupils standing in the snow.

Seeing everyone fall, her gaze just fell deeply on Lan Ting's face, "Are you doing it on purpose, right?!" ”

The current situation is obviously abnormal, and now, these people suddenly appeared together, and it is not difficult for Zitong to guess the twists and turns.

Lan Ting smiled, "What the purple-eyed girl said, I can't understand it." ”

"Humph!" Purple Hitomi snorted lightly, "Son, go!" ”

"Girl, please stay!" Lan Ting suddenly picked up his robe and knelt down on one knee in front of her.

As soon as he took the lead, who dared to stand, dozens of people suddenly knelt together.

Zi Tong frowned slightly, "Do you think that this way you can keep me for your young master?" ”

"The girl misunderstood, I didn't want the girl to stay, I just wanted to ask the girl to leave here with the young master!" Lan Ting raised his face, and his eyes were full of pleading, "Biyun Sect Yun Shui Chan and others are about to rush over, the young master is injured, if he is still left here, I am afraid that the evil will be more auspicious, the girl is a good friend of the young master, I think that kind of situation must be what the girl does not want to see, right?!" ”

Without waiting for the purple pupil to answer, in mid-air, a crane chirp had already sounded.

Purple Pupil raised her face and saw a giant crane slowly falling from mid-air.

On the back of the crane, an old man in a green robe sat cross-legged, with a childish face and a touch of purple in his eyebrows, it was Yunshui Zen, the sect leader of the Biyun Sect.

Falling from the snow on the crane's back, Yun Shuizen looked at the purple pupils standing in front of everyone, his eyes full of coldness.

"Little boy, we're meeting again!"

Yun Shuichan's words seemed to be cold, but there was no friendliness in his tone.