The vice president's words made the man in yellow fall silent again.

As we all know, today's Emperor Yuanzong is the most talented, especially the disciples of the sects with outstanding cultivation talents, and attaches great importance to wandering and scattered cultivation.

And create a place like the Purple Palace Academy, where there are specialized powerful cultivators to impart cultivation experience and guide cultivation, and most of the students here are young people with excellent folk talents, or scattered cultivators who have been discovered by the Tang Dynasty secret agents.

If Emperor Yuanzong is unified, what Emperor Yuanzong needs to do is to leave no trace of sages, so that all people with different talents can give full play to their talents and contribute to the dynasty.

Although the change of the Wild Domain into the sky today was unexpected by everyone, after all, the Heavenly Machine Pavilion claimed that it was fully prepared before opening the Beacon Volcano Sage Ruins.

If such a thing happened, if the disciples inside were really served by the sudden change of the sky, one can imagine how angry Emperor Yuanzong would be.

They are the future of the human world.

No one is responsible for that.

After sending off the vice president, the temple suddenly became deserted.

The man in yellow sat for a long time, then leaned over and picked up a piece of porcelain cup and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

Bright red blood flowed from between his fingers, and the pain made him sober up a little, and he got up and walked outside.

Because of the change in the sky, Tiehuai City has also been somewhat affected, and it has been rainy in recent days, and the cold feeling makes people can't help but shiver slightly.

The man in yellow took his hands, bathed in the light rain, looked at the spectacular cloud wall in the distance, and said in his heart: "I hope you can survive this hurdle." ”

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Feng Xiaohan relied on his intuition, groping for direction, and at the same time wondering.

He fought with Jiang Wen when the sky changed, from falling into the river and fainting to waking up for no more than four hours, not even a day, why did the waterfall rain suddenly become smaller?

Could it be that the ruins have greatly weakened the duration of the change, or is there something strange about the place where they are?

For some reason,

Looking back at this time, Feng Xiaohan always felt that someone was watching them when they were fighting in the waterfall rain and controlling the outcome of his battle with Jiang Wen.

It was a strange feeling, but it felt very real to him.

It stands to reason that no one should be able to detect their location in the waterfall rain and influence the situation of their battle, but when Jiang Wen was about to kill Feng Xiaohan, that strange thunderbolt fell there impartially, and the position and power were just enough to save Feng Xiaohan without seriously injuring Jiang Wen.

This thunder can be said to be too comfortable, just enough to bring back the situation at that time.

This is a coincidence.

Feng Xiaohan thought of the terrifying divine consciousness that suddenly appeared after leaving the lake at that time.

"Is there really a powerful person watching us in the dark?"

Then, he naturally thought of Zhao Haotian and couldn't help frowning. He doesn't like the feeling of being watched or followed: "I don't know what kind of being he is." ”

After walking for a long time, the rain in the sky has become much lighter, turning from light rain to light rain.

Feng Xiaohan squatted down and listened carefully.

The rain is drenched in the gray grass, and there is a loud noise.

Confirming that Fang Yuan was only the two of them, it would take a long time for Mo Qiu to catch up. Feng Xiaohan gently put He Xirou on the ground.

He stopped, as he felt the temperature behind him getting colder and colder, and her breathing getting hotter.

His hand was very cold, so he clenched his fist, and when the temperature of his palm recovered slightly, he put it in front of He Xirou's forehead.

Sure enough, she had a fever.

He Xirou's brows furrowed slightly, an unnatural red appeared on his pale face, and his breathing became short and rapid.

This is not a sign of health.

Feng Xiaohan sat beside her, looking around, his expression dazed, obviously feeling very powerless about it, and the gray grass around him swayed gently under the light rain, and seemed to sigh for this.

He had only been sick once, and if it weren't for the stinking dragon, he would have been dead.

Feng Xiaohan is not a dragon, and he can't use dragon breath to blow away the diseases in his body.

"If you knew earlier, you would have read some medical books, or listen to the sick seedlings nagging about some conditioning methods. Otherwise, I wouldn't be so helpless now. ”

Thinking of the sick seedling, Feng Xiaohan couldn't help but think again: "I don't know how he is now, is the white fat man injured?" and Lu Yingfeng, they have been separated for so long, so it's good not to have anything happen. ”

Feng Xiaohan's heart suddenly gave birth to many feelings called longing.

In the past, he missed the freedom of the Savage Realm, and the days of chasing those demon beasts, and even the dragon that made him hate itchy.

I don't know when there are many people in the human world who can remember him.

He Xirou was the second person he knew after coming to the human world, and what he said to him at that time was so arrogant and cute now, and Qingzhufeng seemed to be deliberately difficult before the competition, but in fact, he was thinking about him everywhere.

As soon as he thought of this, Feng Xiaohan's heart suddenly gave birth to a warm current, which made him seem to have a lot of strength, weakening the tiredness all over his body.

He Xirou lay quietly in front of him, the cold air made her body tremble slightly, and a few scattered strands of hair were wet by the rain and stuck to her face, looking so haggard on the snow-white skin, but still very beautiful.

Feng Xiaohan knew that there was not much time left for He Xirou.

He looked at her, and a voice sounded in his heart.

Simple and crisp, because that is a firm and unquestionable conviction.

Save her!

Feng Xiaohan gritted his teeth and took out the pill that Tianji Pavilion handed over to them to save their lives.

The pill is sealed with wax, so it is not eroded by rain. He crushed the wax seal and cut the pill in half with his sword.

This elixir is not a medicine that ordinary doctors knead into pills with refined medicinal mud, but makes the elixir refined by quenching in the Ding furnace, and because the internal medicinal power is evenly dispersed in the elixir, it is a round shape by itself. At the outermost periphery of the elixir, there is an extremely thin but strong aura film, which can protect the medicinal power from being lost.

When Feng Xiaohan cut the pill with his sword, the medicinal power in it instantly escaped, and the alluring medicinal fragrance shocked people's spirits, and he hurriedly stuffed half a pill into her mouth.

This elixir is used to save life before death, and it contains abundant medicinal power and domineering life essence, similar to the last dose of stimulant at a critical moment.

He Xirou's condition is very bad, although she has vitality in her body, she is very weak, and she may not be able to withstand such medicinal power, and her current condition is not caused by external injuries, so Feng Xiaohan will deliberately let some of the medicinal power be lost.

Feng Xiaohan stepped out of a clearing and made a simple bed out of gray grass, allowing He Xirou to lie flat on it, so that at least she could get off the ground and away from the cold water.

He held an umbrella and squatted beside the bed, quietly observing.

Feng Xiaohan didn't expect that this would cure her illness, but hoped that her nerves would be stimulated by the power of medicine and make her wake up.

As long as she can wake up, luck wanders through her body, and the chill is forced out of her body, and she can solve the urgent need.

It turned out that the medicine provided by Tianji Pavilion was indeed the best, and not long after taking the pill, He Xirou's face improved slightly, and his cold body also recovered some temperature.

But the high fever still did not go away.

Feng Xiaohan looked at her damp and rain-soaked dress, and suddenly had an idea that could speed up her improvement, but he hesitated.

It seems that something is wrong.

But after thinking about it, he still thought that it should be done, and everything that could help her recover was worth it.

So he untied the girdle around Ho Xirou's waist, lifted her dress, removed her gown, wrung it out, and buried it in a bed of grass, hoping to let the grey grass absorb some of the water.

Then he let out a long breath and took off his fur shirt, but not his pants, which would be really inappropriate.

He embraced He Xirou, who was only wearing two thin clothes, into his arms, and warmed her body with his chest.

Then bury the two of them with more gray grass, so that they can be isolated from the wind and rain, and the cold air.

This matter must not be known to Chen Feng.

The people of the Changming Sect must not be allowed to know.

You can't let Lou Tingyu, Bai Wen, Dongfang Han, and Gushan know.

It's best that even He Xirou herself doesn't know.

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in a word

Can't let anyone know!

Otherwise, Feng Xiaohan would face a crazy group fight of thousands of disciples from the Changming Sect who were even more terrifying than Mo Qiu's pursuit.