A pair of eyes suddenly opened.

Ember woke up.

He was so confused that he didn't even know what was going on.

In fact, he took a turn in front of the ghost gate, and once his soul was completely extinguished, he couldn't be saved even if he took ten antidotes.

When he woke up, he found that his heart and chest ached, and when he looked down, there was a faint blood stain on his body.

"What's going on?" asked Ember blankly.

"There's no need to ask, you immediately start cultivating now and see how your body is doing. Fan Lang commanded.

"Cultivation?"

"Yes, cultivation. It's okay to punch and kick, use martial arts, as long as you can test your physical condition. ”

"Okay, I'll try it then. ”

Ember gradually came to his senses, swept away the confusion just now, slowly made movements, and began to cultivate, his movements went from slow to fast, and then became extremely violent, like a raging storm.

Fan Lang was not idle, he was packing up his things, lifting the formation on the ground, and pocketing them one by one.

The people around looked at this scene and only felt suspicious.

"What's going on? Is the treatment over?"

"Ember is practicing, is his illness cured?"

"It's impossible! I haven't seen Tutor Fan do anything!"

The crowd was in an uproar, and there was a strong curiosity to know the outcome.

Whew, whew!

The embers moved quickly, tigers and tigers, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

Before, there was a secret murderous red jade in his body, which secretly caused a great influence on him, his body often trembled, and the Xuan Li did not work smoothly, and even suddenly stopped.

And now, his movements are smooth, the mystical power is unimpeded, and all the previous problems have disappeared.

Discovering these changes, the embers were like being struck by lightning, and they were shocked inexplicably.

He was stunned, then ecstatic, and finally wept.

These tears contain too many emotions, including joy, sorrow, bitterness, peaks and loops, and mixed tastes.

Ember was halfway through his cultivation, when he suddenly pulled his sword out of its sheath and used swordsmanship instead, his figure came and went, surrounded by his figure, the sword light swirled back and forth, and the cold light shone in all directions.

The ember from before, it's back!

"Haha, it's fun!"

Ember laughed with tears in his eyes, his body leaped into the air, and the long sword in his hand burst into flames, turning into rings of fire, spinning and burning around him.

The moment he landed, he used his sword to draw the flames back into the sword, then turned around, walked quickly in front of Fan Lang, and knelt down with his sword.

Not on one knee, but on both knees.

Bang! Bang!

Ember knocked his head three times in a row, knocking the door of his head open.

"Mentor Fan, I'm so excited, I don't know what to say. You have cured my illness, great kindness, like reconstruction, from today on, my life is yours, as long as you say a word, go up the knife mountain, down the sea of fire, I will not give up!"

After Ember finished speaking, he began to kowtow again, and he kept kowtowing in one breath.

He was like a waste before, but Fan Lang saved him, which was equivalent to saving his life and allowing him to get back to his past self.

His gratitude to Fan Lang is immeasurable, no less than the grace of saving his life.

"Okay, get up! The man has gold under his knees, and if you kneel too much, it will be worthless, and you are not a kowtow. Fan Lang rolled his big hand, formed momentum, and helped Ember up.

Ember wiped away tears, his eyes were like stars, his eyes gave birth to earth-shaking changes, the whole person was full of momentum, full of confidence, like a sharp spear, standing proudly between heaven and earth, sweeping away the previous decadence, it was like a different person.

It's a change from the inside out.

"Good boy, that's pretty much it. Fan Lang said with a smile.

"Tutor Fan, I thank you so much, I will listen to you in the future. Before, you said that you would let the inferior class compete for the empowerment battle, I don't care about others, at least I will definitely work hard, without the pain and suffering, even if I am asked to fight with the students of Class A, I will not be afraid!" Ember Ling Ran said.

"Very good, that's what I want. You are very talented, and you will be there a place for you to come into play. ”

Fan Lang saved a student and also had a powerful chess piece.

The two teachers and students cried and laughed, especially Ember, who knelt on the ground and kowtowed, bending down his proud waist.

The people around were dumbfounded, and there was an uproar.

"Ember just cultivated the sword, and all of it was unimpeded, and it seems to have healed!"

"He's okay already?"

"This, this is too amazing, the dean couldn't cure the disease, but it was cured by Fan Lang, what a miracle doctor!"

"Don't make up your mind so early, it's just that you've practiced a set of swordsmanship, and you can't prove anything. ”

"That's right! Waste is waste, how can it be so easy to cure!"

The white scales in the crowd raised their eyebrows and shouted.

He's here to see a good show, but it's not a good show.

What he wants to see is the despair of Ember, the look of a lost dog, not the domineering of the present.

The formation has been lifted, people have stepped forward to ask what the result is, Ember publicly said that he was well, and people made a sensation again.

It was just speculation before, but now it has been verified by the parties involved.

So many people don't believe in miracles, but Fan Lang created a miracle and cured the dean's helpless illness.

Everyone made a fuss, but Fan Lang looked calm, did not explain the process of treatment, nor did he explain the cause, and he was too lazy to waste his tongue.

Fan Lang called Ember to his side, and secretly explained a few words, Ember's eyes lit up, as if he had drawn his sword out of its sheath, nodded, and said that he knew.

Then, I saw Ember striding towards the white scales in the crowd, and said loudly in public: "The tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs." White scales, when I was down, you made things difficult everywhere, and fell into the well three times and twice. Now that I have recovered from my serious illness and regained my strength, in three days' time, will you dare to fight me?"

Bai Scale's face was cloudy, and he said gloomily: "Why wait three days, I can fight you now." ”

"Not now, I've just recovered, of course I'm not your opponent, there's no need to be reckless. To fight, just three days later. We compete in the ring and use force to settle old grievances. ”

"Waste is waste, and there will be three days to fight for. Okay, three days is three days, I'd like to see how much you've recovered. ”

"A word is a certainty, three days later, the hour will be full, and the students will be divided in the ring!"

Ember didn't say anything more, suddenly turned around, and left with Fan Lang.

White Scales looked at Ember's back, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze was like a needle.

He gritted his teeth and was ruthless in his heart: "One waste, you dare to be arrogant in front of me, and challenge me in public." You wait, and in three days, I'll have to get rid of you. Even if you're cured, I'm going to turn you into real waste!"

For this battle, White Scales is full of confidence.

The cultivation of Ember before was reversed, and he retreated all the way to the Xuanjun realm, even if there were three days, how much could he recover?

And the white scale is the pinnacle of Emperor Xuan, and it is only one step away from Emperor Xuandi!