On the third day after the sword cultivation assessment battle, Fang Heng was still unconscious.

His injuries weren't so serious, but after being knocked down, Fang Heng suddenly realized, why should I hide?

It's better to be injured!

So the moment he was smashed, Fang Heng adjusted his position, so that most of the impact force was transmitted to his body through the dead fat man, and as a result, his body was splashed with blood all over the ground like a broken bag, and the muscles, muscles, bones, internal organs, meridians, dantian and so on all over his body were almost completely smashed into a mess of rotten meat, only his head was "accidentally" intact.

Why?

For the great benefit of it, of course!

In the sword cultivation assessment battle, Fang Heng was definitely able to turn the tide with his own strength, complete the earth-shattering reversal and lay the victory;

That sword cultivator sister Fang Heng, can she just do emergency treatment like other injured peasant bows?

No way!

This does not depend on whether Luo Lingbo is grateful or not, but behind every sword cultivator, there is a huge interest group that serves her, but the efforts of these people are by no means gratuitous;

This is the obligation that sword cultivators must bear to give back while enjoying the huge resources they are facing.

Therefore, Luo Lingbo had no choice at all, in order not to make his followers feel cold, Fang Heng had to be properly treated.

It was with this insight that Fang Heng took the opportunity to completely destroy the body below his head. Anyway, the muscles and bones of this body are born very ordinary, and they have not been well cultivated, but have accumulated countless dark injuries due to unreasonable cultivation for many years, and the origin of life has been lost in the process of rebirth, and it is simply unusable.

Break and stand!

In the past three days, the muscle-building spirit lotus, the bone tiger marrow, the lifespring fairy mushroom, and the blood Zhuguo ...... Countless elixirs that were hard to find in the mortal world were invested without money, and the two Great Cultivators of the Ten Heavens of the Dao Realm were busy day and night, and they forcibly reshaped the part below Fang Heng's head! If his original body was a straw house that collapsed when the wind blew, it had now become a strong fortress that could not collapse even in an earthquake. The cost of remodeling was so high, sometimes Fang Heng was a little embarrassed, wondering if he had made the sword cultivator miserable......

And this is indeed the case, in order to reshape Fang Heng's body, Luo Lingbo not only put all the income from this assessment into it, but also overdrew his own expenses for the next year. However, the sword cultivator girl didn't have the slightest heartache, not only because her daughter bought horse bones, but also because behind this peasant bow, there was still a mysterious master...... If you don't cure this bow cultivator, God knows if you will offend the master?

In the past three days, the Primordial Sect had also sent several groups of monks to investigate, and the Divine Sense had scanned Fang Heng again and again, trying to find the traces left by the masters. Among them, the weakest one was also the top cultivator of the Twelve Heavens, and the strongest one had even reached the peak of the Yin God of the Sixteenth Heaven and the realm of the half-step Yang God, which also made Luo Lingbo always fearful.

But until the end, all the investigations found nothing, and there was no evidence at all that there was an outside force interfering with her assessment!

It wasn't until she received the official assessment notice from the sect that the sword cultivator girl breathed a sigh of relief, and she also had a deeper understanding of the realm of the master - even the peak of the Yin God couldn't see the flaws, that was at least a big master at the Yang God level, and he was already a super strong person of his master's level.

She didn't know that in fact, there were already several Yang God Divine Senses that had scanned Fang Heng's Sea of Consciousness through the air, but they also found nothing......

Whatever they swept, Fang Heng was not worried at all.

His biggest secret is the natal magic weapon [Causeless Bow], which is by no means perceptible to any existence in the middle and lower worlds, even saints!

Calculating the time, today is already a day of sleep after the body is completely completed, and it is time to wake up.

Finally, he took a deep look at the phantom of the Causeless Bow suspended in the sea of consciousness, it was still endlessly beaten and consumed by the entangled Dao Tribulation Purple Thunder, and it seemed to be blurred a little more, and even the strokes of the word [Causeless] were a little unclear.

This problem must be solved immediately! Fang Heng opened his eyes.

It was an unexpectedly gorgeous room, with a high bed and soft pillows, and a beautiful maid sitting on the edge of the bed waiting.

Without waiting for Fang Heng to ask, as soon as the maid saw Fang Heng wake up, she went out in surprise to pass the word, and then the ground trembled, and the fat man rolled in close to the ball-like body, and said with great joy: "Master, you are awake!"

"This is your place?" Fang Heng was surprised.

The fat man replied: "Yes, yes, yesterday the monks completed the treatment of you, and they were going to put you in the county school to wait for you to wake up, but I was afraid that there would be no one to wait, so I asked people to transport you back to my house first." ”

"Oh, thank you, where's my clothes, my bow, my quiver, and my talisman box?"

"Here, it's all here!" The fat man hurriedly bowed his waist, and then turned back to glaring at the maidservant: "Why don't you hurry up and set up the Baihua soup, and then call Chunyu, Xia Lian, Qiu Ju, and Dong Xue to come in and wait for the master to bathe and change clothes!"

"Yes, young master!"

Hundred Flowers Soup is a thin layer of petals sprinkled in hot water, I don't know if there are really hundreds of flowers, but the fragrant breath under the hot water does make Fang Heng's mind clear;

The four beautiful maids in spring, summer, autumn and winter were all dressed in light veils and belly pockets, and cleaned and massaged Fang Heng with gentle and skillful techniques; although they did not deliberately tease, it was obvious that they would never refuse what Fang Heng wanted to do, this was one of their duties to wait.

It's just that these mortal enjoyments are no longer interesting to Fang Heng, who is reborn as a half-saint. After simply washing and changing, the fat man had already arranged a table of plain food and waited for him, and he didn't care when he saw that Fang Heng didn't do anything and came out, where can these vulgar fans be impressed!

He withdrew the others, and when only the two of them remained, he took out a black token from his arms and handed it to Fang Heng with envy on his face: "Master, this is the black iron sword order given to you by the Sword Cultivation Fairy." ”

"Oh, they're going back?" Fang Heng said strangely, it stands to reason that after the victory of this fierce battle, they would not leave immediately.

Jian Xiu should be a closed-door greeting customer, not easy to have direct contact with the people below, but he will send his Dharma cultivators to move around, spread out contacts, consolidate relationships, and distribute benefits, and will not waste an opportunity to come out in vain. Among them, the banquet is indispensable, which cannot be done in a day and a half, at least for a few days.

The fat man's face showed a strange look: "Uh-I was supposed to stay for two days, but yesterday the Sword Cultivation Fairy heard that you had successfully formed your body and might wake up at any time, so he suddenly decided to return immediately......"

"......" Fang Heng was also speechless, he didn't dare to face himself, he couldn't see that the sword cultivator girl was really thin-skinned.

Took the token and played with it, it was just ordinary mortal iron, but it was planted with some kind of psionic brand that was difficult to forge.

Fang Heng raised the doubts in his heart: "Fat man, what is the use of this token?"