With the proud attitude of a victor, Wushuang drifted away, leaving the devastated and potholed venue, as well as Yang Fan and the three of them.

Without the time to guess the meaning of Wushuang's arrogant figure, Yang Fan squatted down and observed Hu Fei's injury.

At this moment, Hu Fei had already withdrawn from that terrible state of madness, his body was extremely weak, and his injuries were very serious, a few points more serious than the last time he fought with Wushuang.

These are nothing, the most tricky thing is Hu Fei's strange state at the moment, unconscious, and his soul fell into a deep sleep.

The soul is asleep, and there is still some life in the body, but it is slowly draining.

Yang Fan was a little worried that when all the vitality in Hu Fei's body was lost, his life would come to an end.

"His wounds ......," Yan Wang asked.

"I can't tell, so I'll have to go back and see. Yang Fan sighed lightly.

After all, he was still early in the medical path, and he was really helpless in the face of the state of soul sleep.

The soul is asleep, not a brief coma, nor is it as simple as turning into a vegetative person, this is a case that Yang Fan has never heard of.

Holding the unconscious Hu Fei, Yang Fan and King Yan returned to Kyoto City together.

Along the way, the two were silent, and their mood was a little low.

Yang Fan's depression is because of Hu Fei's injury, and there is a kind of old age and twilight powerlessness in the loss of King Yan, at this moment, he has lost all faith, and his former opponent has abandoned him, standing in the clouds and looking down with the attitude of a winner.

When the two returned to Kyoto City, the secret sighs of the various forces passed back the messages one by one.

Hu Fei's unparalleled battle, Yang Fan and Hades were not the only spectators, there were many people secretly peeping, but the parties concerned just turned a blind eye.

At this moment, the two came back with a lost face, and Hu Fei's death was unknown, which aroused the suspicion of many people.

"Lord Wang, let's leave here. ”

After entering Kyoto City, Yang Fan said to Yuwenyan.

"You have also seen the battle between Hu Fei and Wushuang, what are the plans of Pharmacist Yang?"

Yu Wenyan couldn't help but say.

"Of course, it's all about preparing for the battle. ”

Yang Fan said with a calm face, without even any trace of worry and fear on his face, and his mentality was far beyond before.

"You're in a good mood, but it doesn't make up for the huge gap in strength. King Yan sighed lightly, but bluntly spoke.

"What advice does the prince have?" Yang Fan smiled faintly.

"Yuyang Country is so big, you can avoid it for the time being, and when his strength improves, he will find a decisive battle with Wushuang. It can be seen from this son's words that in the decisive battle, he will kill you. ”

Yan Wang lowered his voice and said.

What he said is not unreasonable, Yuyang Country has a radius of 80,000 li and a vast area, just find a place to hide, Wushuang is not a god, how can he find a target?

"Thank you for your kindness. Yang Fan shook his head: "If I do that, I may lose to him forever, regret it, and even lose the belief in entering the immortal cultivation world." ”

Once you lose your faith and fighting spirit, even if you master the anti-heaven exercises, you can't overcome the difficulties on the way to the immortals, and you will also have no chance with the immortal path.

"You have this intention, and this king also admires it, but I have missed the opportunity. If you can survive this tribulation, you may be able to turn into a dragon in the future and become another high-level monk in the territory of Yuyang Kingdom. ”

King Yan glanced at him deeply, and then left with a low face, and his steps were not as strong as before.

Yang Fan stared at Yuwen Yan's distant back, feeling that the domineering he used to say no longer existed.

Holding the sleeping Hu Fei, Yang Fan walked slowly towards the "Xianhong Medical Hall".

When he walked to the mysterious grocery store before, his steps suddenly stopped, and he turned back strangely, looking thoughtful.

After a pause, Yang Fan returned to the "Xianhong Medical Hall".

In the back room of the mysterious grocery store, the man in the black mask looked at the direction of Yang Fan's departure and muttered: "Where did the strange plaque come from? Wushuang is a peerless genius in the world, although it is not 'once enlightened, white is said to soar', but this son's surname has been around the Yuyang Kingdom for hundreds of years, and almost no one can compare with it. However, Wushuang seems to only have a good surname and does not have an immortal cultivation talent similar to the 'Heavenly Spirit Root'......"

Once an epiphany, Bai said to soar, it was just a legend, an allusion in some ancient books, and it had never been seen in reality.

The existence of Wushuang seems to confirm this truth.

The fifth floor of the medical hall.

Yang Fan put Hu Fei in front of him and injected continuous vitality into his body to repair his injuries.

After a moment of treatment, Yang Fan's face showed a different color and sighed lightly.

"This injury ......"

Yang Fan sighed in surprise, Hu Fei's injury was several times more serious than he imagined, and the progress of treatment was slow and abnormal.

When his Immortal Hongjue power tried to repair a wound on Hu Fei's body, he actually encountered great resistance, a force that destroyed the silence, and greatly curbed his healing effect.

This level of treatment is completely thankless!

Suddenly, Yang Fan thought of the hunchbacked old man in "Yihe Village", the injury on his body was greatly injured by the high-ranking monk, with the superb medical skills of the mysterious old man, for so many years, he could only barely save his life.

The more destructive it is, the more difficult it is to treat the injuries.

"Could it be that Wushuang's attack is already close to the level of a high-level monk......

Yang Fan thought about it carefully, and felt that the injury suffered by the hunchbacked old man was more than ten times more serious than the current Hu Fei.

The hunchbacked old man had said that it was not an ordinary high-ranking monk who injured him......

lasted for half an hour, Yang Fan's treatment only had a slight effect, compared to Hu Fei's entire injury, it was only the tip of the iceberg.

"This is not a solution, I must repair Hu Fei's body as soon as possible, and then find a way to awaken his soul. ”

Yang Fan muttered and thought hard.

After thinking about it, he had only one way, and that was to use the anti-heaven function of the Xianhong Ring to ingest Hu Fei into the mysterious "Xianhong Space".

The green land in the Xianhong space has incomparable other effects, as long as Yang Fan has half of his mind here, even if his body is destroyed, he can also be "resurrected".

This is his life-saving hole card for the near future.

As a last resort, Yang Fan would not use the function of the "Immortal Ring Ring", because doing so might expose his secrets.

However, Hu Fei, as his close bodyguard, is a powerful help for Yang Fan in Kyoto, and the two already have a certain friendship.

Whether it is in terms of physical surname or emotion, it is necessary for him to think about it.

After a long time, Yang Fan took a deep breath, activated the formation on the fifth floor of the medical hall, looked at Hu Fei under his feet, and muttered: "There is no way, I have to try this method......"

Thinking of this, he spread out his left hand, and an unpretentious silver-gray ring appeared out of thin air.

(To be continued)