Zhang's house.

The candles are bright, the atmosphere is solemn, and there are hurried steps everywhere at night, and people are running back and forth with copper basins and water.

In the small courtyard of Changkong, Zhang Yunji walked around the courtyard, looking at the room where Changkong was from time to time, with an anxious expression.

Baili Chuxue sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, silent, her eyes slightly red, obviously she had just cried.

Liuying also lost her former liveliness, and lay on the stone table with a sad face.

"Squeak~"

The door opened, and the three of them turned in unison, looking at the head of the Sword Gate who came out with a tired face.

"Master, how is he, Master?" Zhang Yunji hurriedly ran forward and asked anxiously.

Hearing this, the head shook his head and sighed, and said: "The exercises used by the other party are extremely rare, and they have directly shattered all the tendons and veins in the body of the senior disciple of the Great Sky, and that spiritual power has already cut all the vitality in the body of the Long Sky, and there is nothing I can do." ”

Although the master's cultivation is high, he is not a doctor, and there is really no way to encounter this kind of thing.

When Zhang Yunji and the three of them heard this, their hearts instantly cooled.

"Uncle Shi, may I ask if the medical saint can save my father?" asked calmly at the beginning of the hundred miles.

The head pondered for a moment and said: "If it is the Medical Saint Peony Pill, it should be able to save the elder brother of the Changkong, but the whereabouts of the Medical Saint Peony have been erratic over the years, even if the Zhongyong Academy has not been there for many years, it is too difficult to find him, and it is ......"

Speaking of this, the head of the sect paused for a while, sighed, and continued: "Senior Brother Changkong may not survive tonight. ”

"What!" Zhang Yunji and the three of them were taken aback, and Liuying didn't hold back her tears and fell directly.

"Alas," the boss shook his head and sighed, "I've done my best." ”

In fact, Changkong's injuries were far more serious than he said, Changkong had been vomiting blood since he was carried back to Zhang's Mansion, and almost all the blood in his body was vomited up in a day, and this alone was enough to sentence Changkong to death, not to mention that the spiritual power in Changkong's body had already shredded all the vitality in Changkong's body before he arrived, even if the medical saint peony came now, it might not be able to save it.

"Sister-in-law!" Suddenly, Liuying exclaimed.

Turning his gaze, it turned out that Baili Chuxue couldn't bear it after hearing the news and fainted directly.

"First snow!" Zhang Yunji hugged the first snow of Baili, looking at the haggard and sad face, his heart was distressed.

'Dadada~'

With a hurried footstep, the steward of the house ran in and whispered, "Master, the shopkeeper is here." ”

Zhang Yunji was stunned for a moment, then his face was overjoyed, he handed his wife to Liuying to support, and ran outside with a pair of legs. The head of the Sword Gate hesitated for a while, but still chose to stand in place and did not follow.

......

Outside Zhang's Mansion, Ma Feifei stood in front of the door, his face was also a little solemn, and the heavy atmosphere exuded from Zhang's Mansion told him that Changkong's injury did not seem to be optimistic.

"What kind of person can actually cause such a big damage to the sky?" Ma Feifei thought silently in his heart.

Today, the man in black was obviously coming at him, and Changkong was just blocking the opponent's attack for him, but the most terrifying thing was that Changkong, who was a spirit saint, suffered a big loss and was seriously injured in the dozens of seconds he fought with the opponent.

How terrifying is the strength of the other party? And such a terrifying character is actually coming to assassinate him, Ma Feifei!

To be honest, Ma Feifei, who has been cowardly all the way to the present, really doesn't remember who he has offended, let alone a big person like the Spirit Saint.

"Could it be that the Magic Bookstore is too dazzling?" Ma Feifei muttered to himself.

If it was because of the magical bookstore that caused the other party's greed, Ma Feifei felt that it was very possible, after all, the magical bookstore has brought too many accidents to everyone so far, such as martial arts, elves, cultivation, and even today's artifacts.

To say that no one has been worried about it until now is indeed a bit unreasonable.

'Shopkeeper~'

In his thoughts, Zhang Yunji's voice came from the house, Ma Feifei looked up, and happened to see Zhang Yunji running out in a panic.

"How's the situation?" asked Ma Feifei.

When Zhang Yunji heard this, he knelt directly in front of Ma Feifei with his legs and said, "Ask the shopkeeper to save my master." ”

"What are you doing here, hurry up. Ma Feifei turned sideways slightly, helped Zhang Yunji up, and said: "Your master was injured because he protected me, if he can save me, he will definitely not stand by, take me to see him first." ”

"Thank you, owner. Zhang Yunji's face finally showed a hint of joy, in his opinion, as long as Ma Feifei was willing to save the master, it would definitely be able to save him;

If I had to give a reason, it would probably be something that no magic bookstore has been able to do so far.

At that moment, Zhang Yunji did not hesitate, and directly took Ma Feifei and Yu Qingyang to the small courtyard in the sky, at this time, the first snow of a hundred miles had already woken up, and he came up with Liuying to say hello.

Ma Feifei didn't have much time to greet them, and went directly into the room in the sky.

As soon as he entered the room, a strong smell of blood rushed towards him, which made Ma Feifei a little disgusted, urging his will to wave away the smell of blood, and Ma Feifei came to Changkong.

Changkong lay quietly on the bed, his eyes were closed, his whole face was pale without a trace of blood, and what surprised Ma Feifei even more was that Changkong's body seemed to have been emptied by something, and the whole person was not as strong as before, and he was as thin as skin and bones.

"Is the other party's strength actually so strong?" Ma Feifei was really a little shocked, Changkong looked like he had a tie with the man in black in the morning, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was completely crushed.

"If the old man guessed correctly, the strength of that man in black should be above the fifth rank of the Spirit Saint. At this time, the head of the Sword Sect, who came in with Zhang Yunji, spoke.

"Spirit Saint Fifth Stage?" Ma Feifei frowned and glanced at Yu Qingyang.

Yu Qingyang nodded, meaning that the head of the Sword Sect was right.

"Are there many cultivators above the Fifth Rank of Spirit Saint on the Canglong Continent?" Ma Feifei asked curiously.

The head of the Sword Sect replied: "There are less than fifty people. ”

Although the Canglong Continent is vast and rich, the five kingdoms are strong, and there are many sects, due to unknown reasons, there are fewer and fewer cultivators who have cultivated to the Spirit Saint Realm in the past 30,000 years, and even fewer have stepped into the realm of immortals;

These fifty people were scattered all over the Canglong Continent, and naturally all of them were the most powerful existences.

Ma Feifei can be assassinated by one of these fifty people, and he can also take it out and brag about it.

"This is the head of the Sword Sect, right? Dare to ask the name of the Gao family. Ma Feifei asked with his fists clenched.

The head of the Sword Gate cupped his fists and saluted back, saying, "Don't dare, old man Jian Seventeen." ”

"Uh......" How did Ma Feifei hear a kind of ancient dragon style?

Seeing Ma Feifei's expression, the head of the Sword Gate knew his doubts, and explained at the moment: "Whoever takes over the position of the head of the Sword Gate needs to change his name and surname, with the sword as the surname and the teaching order as the name, the old man is the seventeenth generation head of the Sword Sect, so he is called Seventeen." ”

Only then did Ma Feifei understand why the head of the Sword Sect had such a name of Gu Longfeng, and he was a pseudonym for a long time.

Zhang Yunji on the side saw that Ma Feifei was still in the mood to chat with people, and his face cried and mourned, and he looked at Ma Feifei pitifully.

Ma Feifei patted his head, his face was apologetic, he looked at Yu Qingyang, and asked, "Do you have a way to do this?"

In fact, Ma Feifei just asked casually, this kind of affirmation has to ask the system, but to Ma Feifei's surprise, Yu Qingyang actually nodded!