When he woke up again, He Yifei found that he had returned to the familiar hospital. It's just that now he doesn't have anyone by his side.

"What's wrong with me?"

He Yifei shook his drowsy head, trying to recall the scene before he fell unconscious.

After thinking about it for a long time, He Yifei couldn't recall any valuable information, and at this time, he found that his brain seemed to be fragmented!

He Yifei, who couldn't figure it out, could only choose to compromise with reality in the end, he slowly got up and began to move his somewhat stiff body in the room.

Although he had amnesia, He Yifei's body was not damaged at all, and even his ribs were healed, and there was no discomfort.

"Why is there no one?"

Regaining his flexibility, He Yifei turned to the door, and since he couldn't figure it out, he thought about finding a witness to inquire.

"The door is locked?"

He Yifei pulled the door a few times, but the door did not move, and at this moment, he was even more confused.

"Am I confined to me?"

He Yifei couldn't figure out why he was locked up as an ordinary soldier?

"Isn't it, my previous performance on the battlefield was discovered by the commanders?"

Thinking of his previous slackness, He Yifei gave himself a reason to say the past.

"Click!

At this moment, the sound of iron chains rubbing against each other suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Oh, are you really awake?"

As the door pushed, a deep voice also came from outside the door.

"Is that you?"

Seeing the clothes and faces of the people who came, He Yifei suddenly felt a trace of excitement in his heart.

The person who came was the disciple of the Fanzong Sect who had rescued He Yifei before, and at this time, they had also returned to their previous demeanor.

"Brother He, aren't you going to invite us in?"

The Zen disciple with his eyes closed gently pushed the Martial Sect disciple who was blocking in front of him, and said with a calm face.

"The immortal is close, the kid is flattered, how can he refuse the immortal to be outside the door?"

Hearing the words of the Zen disciple clearly, He Yifei hurriedly retreated to the side, dodging out of the passage into the house.

"Zen master?"

The Martial Sect disciple glanced back, his brows furrowed, and his face also showed a very cautious look.

On the other hand, the Zen disciple had a relaxed appearance, and he nodded lightly, signaling to the Martial Sect disciple.

"Boy, you go in first. ”

Seeing this, the disciples of the Martial Sect could only shake their heads helplessly. However, for the sake of prudence, he still urged He Yifei to enter the house first.

"Two immortals, this medical clinic is simple, and there is nothing to entertain the two, please forgive me!"

He Yifei didn't feel any displeasure because of the shouts of the martial sect disciples, he took two quick steps and moved the only two chairs in the room to a slightly more spacious place.

"Immortals, please take a seat!"

After He Yifei set up the seat, he politely took a few steps back, leaving enough space for the disciples of the Brahman Sect.

The Zen disciple, although his eyes were closed, seemed to be able to see everything in the room clearly, and without anyone's guidance, he walked to the chair and sat down gently.

And the Martial Sect disciple did not choose to sit, he stood respectfully on the right side of the Zen disciple, staring at He Yifei's every move with a wary face.

"Brother He, I can't hide it, I came here this time to recruit Brother He into my Brahmanic Sect!

The Zen disciples did not ramble and explained their intentions straight to the point.

"Recruit me to join the Brahman?"

He Yifei couldn't believe his ears at all, this absolutely good thing happened to him, and he felt like a dream.

"To be exact, I want to invite Brother He to be my teammate, and in the future, let's join forces to comprehend the profound cultivation techniques of the Brahmanic Sect!"

From He Yifei's tone, the Zen disciple naturally heard his suspicions. Subsequently, the Zen disciples once again expressed their intentions.

"Be your teammate?"

He Yifei could not recover from the previous shock, and instinctively, he repeated the words of the Zen disciple.

"What's the matter? Boy, Zen Master Fanwu is the youngest generation with the most wisdom roots in the Sanskrit Sect! How many disciples of the Martial Sect want to follow the Zen Master, but they don't have that qualification! You kid, don't know what to do!"

The disciples of the Martial Sect couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when they saw that He Yifei was not grateful to Dai De and thanked Shi Li.

"Wu Tong, don't scare Brother He! Perhaps, Brother He is still difficult to accept the covenant of the Brahman Sect for a while, we should give him some time to think about it!"

As he spoke, he got up gently.

"Yes, what the immortal said is exactly what such a great good thing fell on the kid's head, and I was a little panicked for a while!"

Seeing that Fanwu wanted to leave, He Yifei hurriedly bowed and saluted, nodding frequently in response.

"Boy, the opportunity is right in front of you, you have to take advantage of it! If you die one day, no one can save you!"

He Yifei's performance did not meet what Wutong thought, and it made him angry.

"Wutong, fate has not arrived, I can't force it! I think, when Brother He has figured it out, he will give us a satisfactory answer!"

Compared with Wutong, Fanwu is very rational, and it can be heard from his words that he seems to have decided that He Yifei will join the Sanskrit Sect.

"Immortal, what happened a few days ago, the kid is still confused, I wonder if the immortal can give the kid some guidance?"

Seeing that Fanwu and the others were about to walk out of the door, He Yifei also suddenly remembered his confusion, he took two quick steps and chased after the figures of the two.

"Brother He, I can't hide it, your matter still needs to be discussed! Now, I have nothing to say!"

Although Fanwu is aware of He Yifei's situation, the current Xianmen has not yet come up with a final decision, and he does not dare to make a conclusion.

"Boy, the Zen master came to recruit you today to save you! It's a pity that you kid doesn't know the good intentions of the Zen master!"

Wu Tong has always been upright, and when he left, he still did not forget to encourage He Yifei.

"Okay! Wutong, Brother He must have his own idea! Let's not force it!"

Fanwu said, already walking out of the room with his legs raised.

"By the way, if Brother He changes his mind, you can tell them. When the time comes, I will come back to you!"

Walking out of the room, Fan Wu turned around again and pointed to the guards who were standing on either side of the door.

"Immortal, kid remembered!" He Yifei nodded in response.

Seeing the disciples of the Brahman Sect leave, He Yifei glanced at the guards standing outside the door, and then turned around and returned to the room.

"Click!

The familiar sound of friction sounded again, and the dutiful guards tied the chains to the door again, locking He Yifei in the empty room.