Zhou Chen's task was still cultivation, and there was nothing more important to him than cultivation.

After taking the quenching fluid, the physical fitness was strengthened, and the aura remaining in the body was also guided by Zhou Chen to gather towards the dantian.

Three hours later, Zhou Chen exhaled a breath of turbid gas, and now the true qi in his body has grown a little stronger, although he has not yet broken through the second layer of qi refining, but it is a matter of time, once he breaks through the second layer of qi refining, Zhou Chen will be able to refine some spirit pills.

The Gathering Spirit Pill is a second-level elixir, which is an elixir that provides aura for junior cultivators, and can also allow the consumed aura to recover quickly.

In the cultivation realm, this is almost the most inferior elixir, and it is generally given to young children who have just started to cultivate, but at this time, it has become the most urgent thing for Zhou Chen.

At the moment, in the Hangzhou CX district, in a luxury villa.

Pan Shaoqiang was lying on his bed, and now he felt that his whole body was in pain, thinking of Zhou Chen's kick last night, Pan Shaoqiang was angry.

He didn't even figure out what was going on, he was fucked down, and when he came to his senses, Zhou Chen's goods had already swaggered away.

At the same time, there were also a few of his classmates who were on the second and third floors of external refining.

said that he was a classmate, but in fact, he was a little follower, and he usually followed him Pan Shaochang and Pan Shao, but he didn't expect that after he was defeated by Zhou Chen, from yesterday to now, no little follower took the initiative to contact him.

At the same time, those old opponents who were about the same strength as him jumped out one by one and laughed at him, so that he could hardly gain a foothold in the class.

In particular, Pan Shaoqiang has another identity, he is the only son of Master Pan Senpan, one of the five masters of refining in the XC area, since he was a child, he has a superior family background, and he has naturally cultivated a mentality of retribution, and at the same time, the dignity of being the son of a master is not something that Zhou Chen can insult.

Now Pan Shaoqiang's mind is full of pictures of Zhou Chen defeating him, and he killed himself in one move, especially Zhou Chen's villainous appearance when he defeated him, which made Pan Shaoqiang hate it so much, and he slowly hated Zhou Chen.

So this breath must come out, and Zhou Chen must be given a fierce revenge, so that he will never forget it!

At this moment, a noble lady walked in with a bowl of medicinal liquid: "Baby son, you wake up, drink this bowl of bird's nest qi soup, it is good for your injury!"

"Mom, is my dad back?" Pan Shaoqiang didn't drink the medicine as soon as possible, but asked Pan Sen first if he had come back.

"Your dad didn't come back last night, but he just called back, saying that he was dealing with a tricky matter, and it might take a few days to come back! So good son, you drink the medicine first, and wait for your dad to come back, don't worry, when your dad comes back, he will definitely beat the bastard who beat you to a half-body!"

"I'm going to wait for my dad to come back, I'm like I'm going to make him half paralyzed now! Mom, did you tell my dad that his son was beaten?"

"I said so, but your dad said he had an urgent business outside right now, and he needed to be busy for a few days. The aristocratic woman said helplessly.

"Hmph, what Master Pan! I don't care if my son is beaten, I still don't go to his biological son, Mom, you bring the phone, I'm going to call my dad personally!" Pan Shaoqiang shouted.

"Okay, okay, okay! This old Pan is really, he is also a famous person in the West District, what has become of the children, and he will not come back to see!" the noble woman complained, picked up her mobile phone and dialed Pan Sen's number.

At the moment, in the most famous hospital in Hangzhou CX District, in a luxurious nursing room.

Master Pan's right hand has been put in a plaster, and he is now being treated with infusion, the medicine he uses is called Vitality Liquid, which has some miraculous effects on repairing damaged nerves and joints, and is the best medicine in Huaxia.

It is possible to recover from his injuries in a short period of time.

"Mr. Pan, the muscles and nerve joints of your right hand have been damaged to varying degrees, and the five finger bones are also seriously deformed, and you want to fully recover for at least a month!"

A doctor in his fifties took an X-ray and diagnosed: "Within this month, you must not use force against anyone!"

"Yes, yes, thank you Hua Lao for your advice!" Master Pan didn't dare to make a mistake in front of this Hangcheng Divine Doctor, who didn't know that Hua Lao was one of the famous old Chinese medicine doctors in the Chinese world.

His reputation as one of the five major internal refining masters in the Western District is nothing compared to others.

"Mr. Pan, your injuries are mainly caused by internal forces, the old man is a little curious, who actually caused Mr. Pan to be so seriously injured?"

Pan Sen's face stiffened, and then he smiled: "Oh, I'm ashamed, the old man doesn't know who the other party is, he only knows that his internal strength is profound, his martial arts are vicious and weird, and he wanted to shoot at ordinary people at that time, although Pan knew that he was invincible, but in order to save people, he still fought with him for three hundred rounds, but I didn't expect that he still suffered a plot, and I was ashamed!"

Pan Sen looked distressed, and seemed to believe what he said.

"Hehe, Master Pan understands righteousness, it's really admirable!" Hua Lao smiled slightly.

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, Hua Lao's wonderful hand is even more admirable!" Pan Sen complimented again and again.

"Mr. Pan, the old man farewell!"

Hua Lao just said a few polite words, and left the ward. The politeness of a martial artist like him in the Chinese medicine world and an internal refining level is enough to explain Pan Sen's status.

But just then, his phone rang again.

Pan Sen frowned again when he saw the caller number.

"Hey, what's the matter? Didn't you say I've been busy these days?" asked Pan Sen in displeasure.

"Busy busy, you know busy, your son has been beaten, don't you care at all?"

"Isn't it just a student of the school? I'm not qualified to let me go out in person, I'll say hello to Lao Jiang in a while, and ask him to send someone to teach him a lesson!" Pan Sen snorted coldly, he is still recuperating in the hospital, and even if he wants to go out, he has to wait for his injury to recover.

"Malegobi, my son of Master Pan also dares to move, I really don't want to live! Okay, it's okay, that's it, I'll call Lao Jiang immediately!"

Pan Sen immediately called Master Jiang.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" answered the phone in the voice of a neutral woman.

"I'm looking for you Master Jiang!"

"I'm sorry, there are many people looking for Master Jiang. Have you made an appointment in advance?" the woman asked.

"I'm Pan Sen, do you still need to make an appointment in advance to find Jiang Ning? Don't you know me?" Pan Sen was a little unhappy.

"Sir, you said that you are Pan Sen, and I also said that I am Galen! Our Master Jiang is one of the five great internal refining masters in the Western Region, but not everyone can see it!" The woman's voice was still cold.

", let me repeat it again, I'm Master Pan Sen, I have something important to discuss with Jiang Ning, you'd better transfer me immediately, otherwise you will bear the consequences!" Pan Sen roared angrily.