Above the southern frontier, the Feng army was anxiously waiting for the news of the battle team.

The six warriors who fled in a hurry ran back to the Feng camp.

In the temporary tent of the Feng Clan, six warriors knelt in front of Aotian. Five of them bowed their heads and remained silent, and one of the warriors was in a trance, muttering to himself. It's not so much mumbling as gibberish.

Zuo Gongming was beside Aotian, looking at the soldiers who had broken down and confused, he felt deeply anxious and helpless, and could only ask the other five people: "What happened?

Faced with the question of the commander-in-chief, the five people bowed their heads and remained silent, because they had no idea what was happening.

"Answering me, are you all dumb?" Zuo Gongming's attitude looked a little crazy.

The heads of the five were buried lower, and the delirious warrior was still smirking and babbling gibberish.

Seeing that the six people in front of him were silent, Patriarch Aotian slowly opened his eyes, pointed to the delirious warrior and asked the other five, "He made it look like this, why are you and the other five unscathed?"

Zuo Gongming asked, but it was okay if the five of them didn't answer, after all, the patriarch was on top, and Zuo Gongming couldn't directly punish the crime no matter how angry he was. And now the person who asked the question was the great patriarch of the Feng clan, Aotian. How is this good, the heads of the five people were raised slightly, only enough to see the height of the side faces of the other soldiers beside them, five warriors, look at me, I look at you, I don't know how to answer.

Zuo Gongming thought to himself, no matter how much he asked at this time, he couldn't ask why, so he simply waved his sleeves and admonished the patriarch: "Patriarch, this delirious warrior must have seen something terrible to stimulate him to look like this, and the other five must have escaped from the battle to be unscathed." According to the advice of his subordinates..."

"No, no, no... Wronged, we are not deserters, the patriarch is clear! When the five of them heard that Zuo Gongming wanted to be dealt with by military law, they hurriedly scrambled to speak first.

Hearing the five people shouting injustice, Zuo Gongming was extremely angry, and walked a few steps to the side of the soldiers, pointed at the delirious soldier, and then pointed at the five people, and asked in a choked voice: "Wronged? If you don't wait to speak, how can we be clear?" Look at him, look at you again, and say that you are deserters, where did you come from?"

"Okay! we say, we say...", a soldier for Xiao Nian finally spoke, "Patriarch, we didn't run away..."

Xiao Nian explained the deployment of the ten thousand ghosts at that time. As for the reason why a few people have not spoken, it is actually very simple, that is, as an elite warrior of the Feng Clan, it is shameful to be afraid of battle, and they dare not mention it, and besides, none of the five have entered the dense forest, and no one knows about the situation in the dense forest except for the unsane warrior.

Listening to the descriptions of the five people one by one, everyone realized that in fact, the answer was in this delirious warrior, and he was the only one who survived in the dense forest.

But the warrior's current condition seems to be difficult to know from his mouth.

"Wind Nine Shadows?"

"The subordinates are here. ”

The patriarch called out to the sky, and the old man with white hair walked up to the middle of the tent and saluted the patriarch respectfully.

Kong Xuan and Ji Mingyu were also in the tent, and Kong Xuan asked curiously, "Miss Ji, who is this person?"

"Eh, didn't you say it just now, his name is Feng Jiuyou. As the two get along, the relationship between Ji Mingyu and Kong Xuan is also heating up day by day, and Ji Mingyu has never regarded Kong Xuan as an outsider, so he talks very casually.

Kong Xuan looked at the old man with white hair and silently recited his name in his mouth.

"This Feng Jiuyou is an idle doctor of the Feng clan, who has learned to practice physical skills, is proficient in medical skills, and has a lot of experience in all kinds of incurable diseases and serious diseases. He is the royal physician appointed by the great patriarch Aotian, and for thirty years, he has been accompanied by Aotian..."Ji Ming whispered to Kong Xuan to introduce Feng Jiuyou.

Aotian said to Feng Jiuyou: "You come to see if this person can still be saved?"

"Wait for your subordinates and see what you say. ”

It is said that accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, and Feng Jiuyou has been able to serve by the side of the great patriarch for 30 years, is it his superb medical skills? Is it his clever words and good reputation? No! None of them! The reason why Feng Jiuyou can win the trust of Aotian is because Feng Jiuyou never asks for merit and rewards, and never has half a point of arrogance because of his arrogance, whether it is speaking, this person is extremely modest and cautious. Often this kind of person will give people a deep feeling of the city, but this person gives people the feeling that it is different, and there is an indescribable affinity.

Although Feng Jiuyou is nearly sixty years old, his complexion is ruddy and his gait is steady.

Kong Xuan's gaze stayed on Feng Jiuyou's body, and as Feng Jiuyou's steps advanced, he could clearly feel the soaring heat wave around him, the temperature of the heat wave was not high, and it was not the magic circle of a qi refining cultivator: "How can he learn the art of body training so profoundly?" Kong Xuan couldn't help but be stunned, and became more and more curious about the old man in front of him.

Feng Jiuyou walked to the side of the delirious warrior, flicked his hands back, his wide sleeves rose, Feng Jiuyou turned around, and there was an extra whisk of dust in his right hand out of thin air. Turning around again, a bronze mirror appeared in his left hand.

Kong Xuan exclaimed: "Oh my God, is his wide sleeve a Qiankun bag?"

The nine shadows of the wind move smoothly, like an immortal descending to earth.

As the wind swept over the warrior's eyes, the warrior's eyes closed slightly, sweeping away Fang Cai's infatuation.

"Go!"

Feng Jiuyou's left hand was thrown before, the bronze mirror was shining with purple light, soaring at the back of the warrior's head, Feng Jiuyou's figure stood in front of the warrior lightly, and there were words in his mouth.

Kong Xuan thought to himself: "That's not right, how can the physical training method come from the law?"

"Return!"

Listening to the old man's shout, the little soldier's eyes opened violently, but they were empty and still not getting better.

"Hey!"

After some tossing, Feng Jiuyou was sweating profusely, and seeing that the little soldier did not improve at all, he shook his head again and again and sighed deeply: "Patriarch, my subordinates have done their best." ”

At this moment, everyone was talking, and Zuo Gongming was a little anxious: "This... This... Is there really no way?"

Feng Jiu closed his eyes and shook his head, opened his eyes suddenly, hurriedly paced forward, and said to the patriarch: "People have three souls and seven spirits, and the warrior in front of me is not caused by excessive fright, I see that this person's Yin Hall is flooded with a dark cloud, it is the image of losing a wisp of soul, although our Heavenly Mirror has a spirit conjuring effect, but it can't, and at the moment, maybe only the Qiankun Mirror can be effective." After saying that, Feng Jiuyou shook his head again and sighed.

Even Feng Jiuyou didn't have any way, and Aotian was deeply annoyed. The eyebrows are visibly deep. What Aotian thought in his heart, Feng Jiuyou naturally knew, so he opened his mouth and said directly: "As long as the Qiankun Mirror is found, this person will definitely be able to regain consciousness." ”

"Qiankun Mirror?" Kong Xuanmeng raised his head and touched the Qiankun Mirror hanging on his chest.

"Qiankun Mirror?"

"Qiankun Mirror?"

"Eh, the Qiankun Mirror is an ancient immortal weapon, where can I find this?"

"Yes, this big war is coming, how good is this. ”

Hearing the things mentioned by Feng Jiuyou, everyone was in trouble, and they were talking about it.

Zuo Gongming walked up to Feng Jiuyou's side and paced back and forth: "Oh, I said you... Isn't this the same as not saying it, the war is coming, where do you let us go to find the Qiankun mirror?"

"Oh, that's a good ......"

"Yes, if there is that Qiankun mirror, why should I be afraid, and rush straight away. ”

Just when people couldn't figure it out for a while, Kong Xuan stood up: "Don't look for it, the Qiankun Mirror is here for me." ”

There was silence in the big tent for a moment, and everyone's eyes turned to Kong Xuan.

Kong Xuan slowly walked to the middle in the crowd and took off the Qiankun mirror from his neck.

Feng Jiuyou hurriedly stepped forward to take over the Qiankun mirror, only to see that the thing in front of him was not gold or bone, only the size of the palm, the back was engraved with a phoenix totem, the front was slightly concave, and the depression was smooth as a mirror, with a slight golden light. Feng Jiuyou's hands trembled a little, his eyes were reluctant to leave the Qiankun Mirror for half an inch for a long time, and he said with trembling words: "Qiankun Mirror, it is really the Qiankun Mirror." ”

Feng Jiuyou looked at Kong Xuan with an incredible look and hurriedly asked, "Where did you get this thing, how did it come from?"

Kong Xuan said with some wood: "This thing was given by the elder of our lacquer carving department on my birthday, and I don't know its origin. ”

"Eh, what are you going to do, hurry... Hurry up and save people first. Zuo Gongming hurriedly stepped forward to interrupt the conversation between Kong Xuan and Feng Jiuyou.

"Good... I'll start here. ”

The Qiankun Mirror is an ancient immortal weapon, not to mention holding it in your hand, even if you see it, it is the luxury of dozens of lifetimes.

Feng Jiuyou's excited mood calmed down, and placed the Qiankun Mirror on the back of the warrior's head, and in an instant, a golden light flashed, wrapping the warrior's body, and the dust in Feng Jiuyou's hand swept away, and the warrior's eyes were slightly closed.

"The universe is turning, the avenue is alive, the infinite magic circle, and the soul is in place. ”

Feng Jiuyou's mouth was full of words, it sounded like a mantra, the mantra came out, the magic circle opened, and the Qiankun mirror rotated at high speed in time, emitting a piercing golden sound.

The warrior's body was full of golden light, and the golden light turned into a gossip matrix, the matrix slowly fell from the top of the warrior's head to his knees, the bagua matrix slowly rotated, and several golden rays of light were projected upwards from the matrix, and finally converged into a point, straight into the sky.

Fine sweat oozed from the warrior's forehead, and his face was so pale, that he couldn't help but tremble.

Several golden rays of light converged and soared into the sky, and the wind in the tightly closed tent suddenly rose, and the curtain was blown outward. Under the sudden wind, the dust is flying, the eyes are charming, and people are staggered by the wind, covering their eyes with their hands, trying to maintain their center of gravity.

Under the strong wind, in the eyes of everyone, they saw a white light in the distance outside the tent from far and near, and instantly flew into the big tent.

In the panic, the white light strung into the tent, only to see that it was a wisp of soul. The soul is blazing white, spherical, bowl-sized, hovering above the Bagua Matrix.

"Whew!"

The last bit of light abruptly vanished, invading the warrior's body above his head, and in an instant the wind stopped, the matrix vanished, and there was silence all around.

Everyone slowly got up, looking at the warrior in amazement, as if they were expecting him to regain consciousness with the help of the Qiankun Mirror.