"I can save him."

The sound was like thunder, and everyone looked at her in disbelief.

"No, it's the young master you harmed, how do I know that you won't harm him." Zhou Jin was the first to jump out and make a right move, blocking in front of Feng Yan'er.

"I didn't harm your young master, you can not believe it, and then watch him die." Feng Yan'er said calmly.

"She's right, Zhou Jin, if you delay a little more, the young master will be more dangerous." Li Lang, the commander of the Ling family's army, said.

Zhou Jin looked at Ling Hao's increasingly serious injuries, and said to Feng Yan'er: "If you save my young master, from today on, you will be my Zhou Jin's great benefactor, if you harm my young master, I, Zhou Jin, will not let you go even if I am a ghost." ”

Seeing that Zhou Jin no longer objected, Li Lang immediately ordered everyone to make way, and Feng Yan'er came to the bed and saw Ling Hao, who was covered in ice.

At this moment, his whole body is only on his chest, which has not yet frozen, and there are his hands that have been transmitting spiritual energy.

Seeing that Ling Hao's condition could not be delayed, Feng Yan'er put down the bed curtain and said eagerly: "All the people go downstairs, only Lingxin and Ya'er, and ensure that no one comes in to disturb them." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was surprised.

Feng Yan'er embroidered her eyebrows and was slightly angry, and scolded: "Don't you want to save people? ”

Hearing this, Li Lang immediately commanded.

"Let's go, everyone leave in three minutes or something."

Zhang Wenjie was the first to jump out and sing the opposite: "What if I don't? What's so great about your Ling family? ”

"Really? Then I'll help you. ”

Li Lang doesn't care what kind of family you are, the young master is the biggest in his heart. He walked quickly to Zhang Wenjie, grabbed his collar with one hand, lifted his belt with the other, lifted Zhang Wenjie up like a chicken, walked quickly to the windowsill, and threw it down.

When Zhang Wenjie fell, he shouted loudly: "You will pay the price." ”

"Poof."

Zhang Wenjie fell into the Chunjiang River. Li Lang turned around and said solemnly: "Whoever doesn't leave again will end up the same as him!" ”

Boom, a group of literati rushed to the staircase in an instant, and they hated their father and mother for missing two legs.

"The rest of the trouble fairy you're up."

After clearing the venue, Li Lang took Ling Jiajun and Zhou Jin to retreat downstairs.

"Miss, we'll be waiting for you downstairs too." The three tall guards also went downstairs, leaving only Ling Xin, Feng Yan'er and her personal maid Ya'er.

"How are you going to save him?" Ling Xin was still losing her aura to protect Ling Hao's heart, but the sweat on her forehead showed that she was running out of oil.

"My Feng family's cultivation of fire-based exercises can just restrain exercises such as cold ice, and I believe that it will have a miraculous effect on the ice spell."

Feng Yan'er seemed to think of something, and a blush grew on her face, but she still bit her silver teeth secretly, and forcibly took off her coat shyly, obviously preparing for healing.

Soon, she only had close-fitting clothes and pants left, and her beautiful and graceful figure was undoubtedly revealed, accompanied by the unique body fragrance of young girls, even Tingxin couldn't help but admire, in the future, this woman will be a peerless beauty who will captivate the country and the city.

Of course, fire has a miraculous effect on ice, but Ling Xin seems that Feng Yan'er is only a teenager, how high can he cultivate. However, he has run out of oil, and besides, if the Ling family really dies in his own hands, it is not easy to explain to the Ling family, it is better to dump him to others.

So Ling Xin instructed: "It's okay, you can take it first, I believe that the Ling family's great cultivator is coming, but you have to be careful, you can't convey too much spiritual energy at one time, he is now a mortal without any cultivation." ”

"Got it."

After speaking, the two quickly rotated, and Feng Yan'er squatted beside Ling Hao, folded her hands together, and pressed them on Ling Hao's heart.

"Good ice!"

The biting chill hit instantly, Feng Yan'er didn't flinch, slowly ran the exercises, and slowly injected fire spiritual power into Ling Hao's heart, and the talented and intelligent Feng Yan'er quickly found the right spiritual power injection speed.

The infusion of fire-based spiritual power was like hot tea poured on the ice and snow in winter, and the snowflakes on Ling Hao's body turned into steam and drifted throughout the room.

"Ya'er, wipe your sweat!"

Ya'er on the side kept wiping Feng Yan'er's sweat, but the sweat still couldn't stop. And the temperature in the room rose rapidly with Feng Yan'er's luck, and even Ling Xin felt uncomfortable.

Lingxin then understood, why did Feng Yan'er take off her clothes?

Ordinary people can tolerate a room temperature of sixty or seventy degrees at most, while a fire monk can endure a high temperature of more than 100 degrees, but in this case, if he does not sweat in time, the monk will directly go into shock.

"Drip, drip, drip......"

The cold frost on Ling Hao's body turned into water droplets, which kept falling on the ground, and Ling Hao and Feng Yan'er were soaked with it.

A quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye, but the Ling family's great cultivator did not arrive. However, Feng Yan'er still did not have the phenomenon of exhaustion. The listeners on the side were a little surprised.

How much aura does Feng Yan'er have? The cultivation of the third order of her spirit soldier was also drained of her spiritual power within five minutes, and she was still at ease.

Fortunately, Feng Yan'er's cultivation is amazing, and the treatment is going very smoothly, and she is about to end the treatment.

In a daze, Ling Hao slowly regained consciousness, feeling extremely comfortable, even if he usually took a medicated bath, the cold that drinking alcohol could not dispel was completely absent at this moment, this is a kind of warmth from the inside out.

But in a dark cavern on the continent of Tygo, a mysterious man meditating opened his eyes.

He sighed, held up a piece of ice in his hand, and looked at it carefully, the ice was clean and transparent, and there was a silver gun swimming wildly in it, constantly hitting the ice wall, trying to break through the ice.

"Ling Feng, Ling Feng, the injuries you inflicted on the deity back then have finally been removed by me. The deity has also returned to its peak strength. Now it's time for me to ask for some interest. Get your son's funeral ready! ”

After the mysterious man finished speaking, he picked up the trick.

"Heaven and man are sensitive, and words are followed. Listen to my orders and freeze quickly. ”

The mysterious man sensed where Ling Hao was, and as soon as he urged the magic trick, Ling Hao, whose breathing was gradually calming down, suddenly let out a miserable scream, and his body shook uncontrollably.

The chill that was originally dispelled has resurfaced and is even more menacing. The surrounding mist was pulled by an inexplicable force, frantically piling up beside Ling Hao, freezing Ling Hao's body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The fire-based spiritual power injected by Feng Yan'er could be extinguished at any time in front of the ice spell at this moment, like a candle flame in a blizzard.

In this case, Feng Yan'er could have increased the injection of fire-based spiritual power to solve this problem. But there is a problem she has to face right now, Ling Hao is just an ordinary person, with his heart, he will only roast his heart by increasing the input of spiritual power. Not only will they not be able to save him, but they will directly kill him.

Lingxin also saw that something was wrong, and reminded him loudly: "Feng Yan'er, let it go quickly, you will freeze to death with him if you continue like this." ”

It turned out that the cold ice had spread to Ling Hao's chest, and a thick layer of cold ice had also appeared on Feng Yan'er's hands.

Feng Yan'er didn't stop the movement in her hand and replied, "I'm fine, I want to increase my spiritual power and try again." ”

Lingxin persuaded: "Give up, his heart can't bear it." ”

At this time, the weak Ling Hao actually spoke: "I can withstand the input of spiritual power with all my strength." ”

Feng Yan'er hesitated a little, unable to believe what she heard.

Can you stand it? What do you take on top. It was just a mess, but then there was a truth that made her unbelievable.

"Bang bang...... Bang bang... Bang bang, bang...... "Ling Hao's heart was beating extremely fast without any warning.

Ordinary people's hearts beat seventy or eighty times a minute, and it can reach one hundred and fifty-six times during intense exercise, but Ling Hao's heart was so fast that it didn't stop at the moment, reaching three hundred beats a minute.

Like the crazy thunderous war drums on the polar battlefield, and like the summer rainstorm that keeps hitting the lotus leaves, it is impermeable to the wind and suffocating.

Feeling the amazing battle intent on Ling Hao's body, Feng Yan'er completely let go of her hands and feet and ran the exercises with all her might.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, a crisp phoenix roar came from her body, and the temperature around Feng Yan'er suddenly increased to two hundred degrees. Even Lingxin and Ya'er had to retreat to ten meters away.