The next day, as soon as Feng Qingtong opened his eyes, Feng Qianmo burst in from outside shouting:

"Brother Qingtong, the three masters are awake!

It turned out that after Qing Tong slept last night, Feng Qianmo returned to Bai Lingjun's room and stayed with the other two masters of Wanjun Mountain all night.

Qing Tong stretched his waist, touched the head of the little guy who became more and more eye-catching the more he looked, got up and put on his robe, and said with a smile: "Let's go, let's go and have a look." ”

When the two of them came to Bai Lingjun's room, his complexion had improved, and his face was much more ruddy.

Seeing the master and apprentice enter the room, Bai Lingjun was about to get out of bed, Feng Qingtong hurriedly caught up with him and held him up, and said with a smile:

"Don't worship me, it's all your second brother's credit. Qingtong just asks the three masters not to hold a grudge against that sword. ”

Obviously, the two masters have already told Bai Lingjun what happened.

The man, whose face was slightly hideous because of a terrible scar, did not insist on getting out of bed, and rarely brought a look of shame (nan):

Qing Tong said with a smile, it was Bai who was not good at learning. ”

Feng Qingtong smiled, disappreciated, and turned his head to look at Han Yuli: "How is the situation of Bai Lingjun?"

Han Yuli's face was slightly pale because of the overnight treatment of Bering Jun, but on the contrary, he had more gentlemanly charm, and he was more virtuous in connection with his wonderful hand rejuvenation last night, and he had the demeanor of a doctor with benevolence, but Feng Qingtong never thought that the current "Kunlun Gongzi" who held the world's first poisonous weapon would really be just a "doctor".

"It's no big deal, this time fortunately, there is a secret method of Qing Tong Gongzi, like the third brother, Yuli is also not good at learning. Speaking of this, the gentle son who had cracked the poison of death smiled with relief.

Qing Tong nodded, his face calm.

In fact, cultivators generally rely on aura to force out the toxins in their bodies, but often the toxins that really pose a threat to the monks have a certain degree of attachment, and the strongest toxin is even a kind of spiritual power. Therefore, the most primitive method of removing toxins is the contest between the spiritual power of detoxification and the adhesion of toxins.

Feng Qingtong dared to say that he made his own move last night, which was actually a kind of confidence in his spiritual power, but people who had no medical foundation forcibly detoxified others, it was difficult to say what the result would be, and both sides might be in unknowable danger. Now that Beringjun is good, there is no need for Feng Qingtong to take any more risks.

It's not that he Feng Qingtong can't bear this spiritual power, it's just that more things are better than less, and it also makes him feel a lot more comfortable.

"Young boy, Bai has one more thing to ask. ”

"Half of the spiritual power is temporary, originally this secret method only takes three months to recover, but you are seriously injured, it may take about a year. "Don't think about it, everyone is a martial artist, and the halving of spiritual power is definitely the top priority he wants to ask, and Feng Qingtong also knows it.

Bai Lingjun nodded, and thanked him again, he Bai Lingjun is not a person who talks about everything, but he owes this life.

On the side, Liu Shanling's face was finally not as dark as in the past two days, and he smiled heartily:

"Shaoxia, take the sword!"

Luoyun started, a warmth from the palm of his hand, Feng Qingtong gently wiped the blue jade embedded in the hilt of the sword, and looked at Liu Shanling.

Liu Shanling was still smiling, but his words were solemn but not fake: "Qing Tong Gongzi, the king of Zhenbei is invited!"

At this time, the wind outside the door was strong, and it happened to blow the door open, which made Feng Qingtong a little confused.

It's the end of summer in the blink of an eye.

The spring breeze is proud, and it turns out that my generation is also a mortal person.

A cool breeze lifted the tips of the young man's hair, Feng Qingtong turned outward, looking confused but strong:

"Let's go!"