(Come back to the inn.)

"Hmm, where am I ......?"

In a haze, Ling Qingyan opened his eyes with difficulty, at this time, he only felt that his limbs were weak, and the feeling of emptiness in his stomach couldn't help but make him feel a burst of hunger.

With a movement of his right hand, a sharp pain came, causing Ling Qingyan to collapse his cheeks in an instant, and a few drops of sweat flowed down his forehead, showing his pain at this time.

It was also Ling Qingyan who crawled in the underground forces in his last life, and he suffered a knife wound in three or two days, and it was common for him to lie in the hospital for two days after ten and a half months, so he didn't scream!

"I remember that at that time, the people of the Murong family wanted to move Yanran......"

Ling Qingyan propped up his body with his uninjured left hand, reluctantly sat up, and shook his head slightly, thinking about what had happened before.

"That Murong family's blue-level junior martial artist, under a random blow, he actually made me return with all my strength with a punch, and not only that, looking at the injury on my right hand, at least the right arm bone has also been displaced!"

Thinking of his rash move that day, Ling Qingyan couldn't help but feel a chill in his back at this time.

"Fortunately, that person from the Murong family just hit at random, if it is a frontal blow with all his strength, my right hand will be ironclad, and I am impulsive!"

Ling Qingyan stretched out his left hand and patted the back of his head gently, and then seemed to remember something again, "I remember, after I was injured, the severe pain \ 1 \ \ reading \ novel xstxt pain made me feel so painful that I almost fainted......

"But at that moment, it seemed that there was a turmoil in my consciousness, and then a bloodthirsty, tyrannical force instantly rushed into all parts of my body. What the hell is that......"

"I still remember that at that time, the people of the Murong family wanted to kill Yan Ran, but it was too late for me to make a move...... It seemed that at the end, a purple sword light descended from the sky and passed through the people of the Murong family to kill it. Although I don't know who the person who emitted the sword light is, I don't think it's an enemy, Uncle Ba, Yanran and they should be fine. ”

Thinking of this, Ling Qingyan also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Squeak-"

The door was suddenly opened, and Ling Qingyan turned his head to look over.

I saw two figures walking slowly outside the door, and Ling Qingyan, who was walking in front, knew that it was Liu Yanran! And the gray-robed old man in the back, Ling Qingyan had never seen it.

"It should be the elder of the Yanran Sect," Ling Qingyan had already guessed a little in his heart, "He was the one who made the move before...... Purple sword light, purple-level martial artist!"

"Brother Qingyan, have you finally woken up?"

Liu Yanran, who had just entered the door, saw Ling Qingyan sitting up at a glance, and even trotted forward, sat on the edge of the bed, and her right hand had already touched Ling Qingyan's injured hand, and when she saw that the bandaging on it was intact and there was no damage, she breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's okay." Brother Qingyan, your right hand is very badly injured, and you can't move these days!"

Looking at the girl full of worry written on her pretty face, Ling Qingyan couldn't help but feel warm in her heart, and for the first time, she didn't open her mouth to refuse the girl's name to him.

"Brother Qingyan, are you okay?"

Seeing Ling Qingyan's left hand tightened and covered her stomach tightly, Liu Yanran's originally loose cheeks tightened again.

"I'm hungry......"

Ling Qingyan's slightly immature cheeks were also slightly red at this time. The moment the words fell, Liu Yanran was stunned, but Fan Yiran behind was already laughing.

"Uncle Stink, what's so funny!"

Hearing Fan Yiran's laughter, Liu Yanran turned her head and scolded again to hide her embarrassment at this time. Then he stood up and straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes, "Brother Qingyan, I'll go and ask the store to prepare something for you." ”

"Haha!"

Looking at the back of Liu Yanran hurriedly going out, Ling Qingyan and Fan Yiran both laughed! It's just that Ling Qingyan smiled movingly, while Fan Yiran laughed unbridledly.

Coming back to his senses, Ling Qingyan had time to carefully look at the old man not far away.

With a height of about 1.8 meters, a slightly sturdy figure, two impressive white eyebrows, and long gray hair draped behind him, different from the wrinkled flat cheeks of ordinary old men, the stubble on both sides of the cheeks and chin shows the old man's toughness.

This kind of image, if it weren't for Ling Qingyan seeing his uninhibited face before, he really thought that he was an uncommon hidden master. However, it was precisely because of the easy-going approachability of the old man in front of him that Ling Qingyan's impression of him was a little better, and he felt an inexplicable sense of closeness.

While Ling Qingyan looked at the old man, the old man also restrained his presumptuous smile and stared at Ling Qingyan tightly.

Slightly pale and immature cheeks, at a glance, you can see that in a few years, this will definitely be a handsome and beautiful man, a pair of small sword eyebrows hanging above Danfeng's eyes, the vicissitudes in the depths of the eyes, so that the old man feels a little closer to it.

Looking at Ling Qingyan lying on the bed, and looking at Ling Qingyan who came to his senses, there are definitely two feelings. This is the idea that popped up in Fan Yiran's mind at this time!

"Who is this senior?"

At this time, he came back to his senses and thought of the impoliteness of his behavior just now, Ling Qingyan burst out to break the previous dull atmosphere.

"Heavenly Sword Sect, Sword Elder, Fan Yiran," Seeing Ling Qingyan ask, Fan Yiran also restrained his previous emotions, but his tone could make people feel serious and serious.

Faintly, it seemed that Ling Qingyan had been regarded as a figure of equal status with himself, without the slightest condescending meaning.

"Ling Qingyan, the kid of the Ling family in Moyun City, has seen the sword elder. This time, I have a lot of help from the sword elders!"

Hearing this, Ling Qingyan hurriedly bowed his hand to the old man, his slightly immature cheeks full of gratitude.

"Aren't you surprised, kid?"

Seeing that Ling Qingyan's face and eyes were full of gratitude, and there was no shock or respect at all when he heard his identity, Fan Yiran couldn't help but secretly praise in his heart, but he still asked in his mouth.

"Why are you surprised?"

Ling Qingyan replied like this, and then his slightly immature cheeks tightened, "Is it possible, the elder thinks that after hearing your name, the kid showed respect on his face, and then humbly and passively replied, is this normal? ”

Who was Ling Qingyan in his last life?

Ling Qing, the boss of the modern underground forces!

There was no fluke, no external help, and he relied on his own step by step to work hard and fight, and gradually went to the peak of the underground forces in the city!

Who has such an experience is not arrogant?

"Haha!"

When Fan resolutely heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "That's right!

At this moment, Fan Yiran is becoming more and more satisfied with this disciple who has been determined in his heart!

If he was only satisfied with his anti-heaven qualifications and the "talent totem" he may have, now he is completely satisfied with his character!