"Boss Yang, you asked Shi Qianhan to help fight against the Barbarian Heavenly Master, so what are we going to do?"

Hu Fei was in the room, fidgeting, and couldn't bear it.

He saw Shi Qianhan leave with the two great cultivators with his own eyes, and his heart itched.

"Of course we have to play bigger, but before we do that, we have to find out the details of each other. ”

Yang Fan's gaze was far away, and he threw himself in the direction where the barbarian army was stationed outside the city.

"Hehe, don't forget to take me, boss, and we'll do it together when the time comes. ”

Hu Fei wiped his hands, looking excited and expectant.

The two of them were in the room, and before they had been sitting for a few hours, Yang Fan suddenly smiled: "It looks like I'm going to go out." ”

"Where is the master going?"

The phantom fairy, who was beating him on the back, finally couldn't help but ask.

"One of the three great monks, Feng Wuji, was mortally wounded when he fought the Black Wind Demon Emperor before, and he was unable to fight. Naturally, I can't sit idly by. ”

Yang Fan explained with a smile.

Hu Fei pursed his lips, not interested, and simply leaned to the side and dozed off.

"Phantom Daoist friends, the monks of your sect made a move before, why don't you go back with them?"

Yang Fan asked with a smile.

The jade hand that the Phantom Spirit Fairy placed on his back stiffened, and forced a smile: "The master knows the reason, why do you still ask? You have already placed a soul imprint on the phantom spirit, and you can decide my death at any time." What's more, the wraiths know the secrets of your mysterious space......"

Yang Fan sighed lightly: "It's good that you understand, the secret of the Xianhong space, only those who are absolutely loyal, or I believe, can know its existence." ”

The phantom fairy's eyes dimmed, and she said frankly: "The phantom spirit knows this, and has no other thoughts in his heart, and is willing to be the master's concubine for life." ”

"If you are a concubine by my side, Yang will not treat you badly, and if Yang can be promoted to a higher level in the future, he will also promote you. ”

Yang Fan nodded and said, he felt very satisfied with this dignified and beautiful fairy as a concubine.

As expected, within a while, the Blood Refining Ancestor and the Three Qing Sanren returned to Yang Fan's guest room.

Before the two of them could speak, Yang Fan said lightly: "Let's go, this matter is as soon as possible." ”

The Blood Refining Ancestor and the Three Qingsan people were slightly stunned, it seemed that Yang Fan knew their intentions in advance.

And for this matter, Yang Fan thinks about the overall situation and is very cooperative.

Thinking about the mysterious relationship between Yang Fan and Shi Qianhan, the Blood Refining Ancestor and the Three Qingsan people didn't think it was too strange.

After a while, the Blood Refining Ancestor and the Three Qingsan took Yang Fan to an underground secret room under the mansion in the center of Guliang City.

This underground secret room is heavily prohibited, and even the divine consciousness of the later great monk is difficult to surpass.

When Yang Fan came here, there were more than a dozen people gathered in the secret room, all of whom were above the middle stage of the Yuan Infant.

These primordial powerhouses are joining forces to infuse the mana of the cross-kneeled Wind Infinite in the center of the secret room.

"Pharmacist Yang has arrived. ”

When someone saw Yang Fan who came with the Blood Refining Ancestor and the Sanqing Sanren, their eyes lit up, and they looked at him curiously.

Many people's eyes were fixed on his face, paying attention to his every move.

Yang Fan approached the wind a little and investigated it up close.

Feng Wuji's face was angular, his body was like a knife, and there was a lingering sword intent on his body.

Yang Fan felt a will similar to Wushuang from him.

At this moment, Feng Wuyi's eyes were closed, but the white hair looked extremely desolate.

While observing, Yang Fan's face gradually became solemn.

After a long time, his brows furrowed, and his eyes swept coldly over the few people around him who were pouring mana into the wind.

"Pharmacist Yang, how is the condition of Feng Daoyou, can you be treated in a short time?"

The Sansanist asked.

Everyone in the room also looked at him nervously.

Feng Wuji's powerful combat power, if he can't participate in the war, will directly affect the survival of the Thirteen Kingdoms Alliance of Northern Qin.

"You all stop!!"

Yang Fan's eyes flashed with a sharp coldness, and he scolded those few people who were infusing mana.

"Ah......h

These people were inexplicably abrupt in their hearts, and subconsciously stopped their hand movements, at a loss.

"Pharmacist Yang, what are you ......?" Feng Wuji asked with some puzzlement.

"The mana in the body of the wind path friend is passing all the time, if you don't infuse him with mana, I'm afraid it will be ......"

Sanqingsan's voice was lowered, and his eyes were worried.

"Hmph, the generation of mana is a form of self-absorption of heaven and earth aura and transformation of harmony essence into its own power. In doing so, you can curb the loss of its mana for a short time, but you can't solve the fundamental problem......"

"What's more, Wind Path Friend's condition is very special, so forcibly infusing mana with external force like this will only further worsen his condition. If this continues, within half a year, Feng Daoyou's own mana will be completely lost, and at that time, the cultivation may even fall below the Yuan Infant. ”

At the end, Yang Fan had a sneer in his eyes, and at the same time, there was a little more anger on his face, sweeping over the few people on the field.

Everyone was swept by his gaze, and they had the illusion that all the secrets in their hearts were being discovered.

Suddenly, there were a few monks with a hint of dodging in their eyes.

"Hehe, who proposed or induced everyone to infuse mana into Feng Dao friends at that time?"

The smile on the corner of Yang Fan's mouth was even stronger.

Hearing this, the Three Qing Scattered People and the Blood Refining Ancestor glanced at each other, and their eyes were full of horror.

The rest of the Yuanying high-level are not fools, and they are suspicious of each other.

Suddenly, this small secret room fell into a tense and depressing atmosphere.

"All the people in this secret room are not allowed to leave without the permission of me and the Sanqing Daoists. Violators, no mercy!!"

The blood mole between the blood refining ancestor's forehead and heart suddenly beat, and his eyes swept over the more than a dozen high-level people in the room.

The strong pressure made everyone in the room palpitate.

Especially the people who have ghosts in their hearts, they secretly complain bitterly, and they hate Yang Fan so much that they don't dare to show it.

"Pharmacist Yang, we understand what you mean. However, the extreme delay is to treat the injuries of Feng Daoyou. ”

For the sake of the overall situation, the three Qingsan people looked at Yang Fan, expecting and worrying.

Of course, Yang Fan understood what he meant.

The three Qingsan people proposed to cure the disease of the wind first, and then arrest the traitor.

Yang Fan nodded, his lips squirmed slightly, and his divine sense communicated with the two great cultivators.

The Blood Refining Ancestor and the Three Qingsan people nodded.

Between the three of them, it seems that they have discussed some plan.

Yang Fan took a deep breath and walked towards the Ling Xiao Sword Immortal sitting cross-legged on the futon.

"Feng Daoyou, in Xia Yang Fan, I am ready to treat your injuries. ”

Yang Fan's voice was gentle, and he said hello first.

"Please. Ling Xiao Sword Immortal opened his eyes, and a fierce sword intent flashed in his eyes.

Even if he was fatally injured, the moment he opened his eyes, it actually brought a lot of pressure to Yang.

The breath on Feng Wuji's body is very similar to a certain figure in the Inland Sea in Yang Fan's memory.

That is the "Three Killings of the Southern Emperor".

The two of them are both sword cultivators, both Yuanying Great Cultivators, and they are probably strong people at the same level.

Yang Fan sat in front of Ling Xiao Sword Immortal, put his hand on his shoulder, and the green stream of life in his body trickled away.

Even if he already knew a little bit before, when he investigated deeply at this moment, Yang Fan couldn't help but gasp.

The condition of Feng Wuyi's injuries is even more terrible than imagined.

First of all, it is an internal wound to the chest, which hurts the internal organs and even expands into the bone marrow and flesh.

It was a strange and terrifying force that entangled in the depths of Wind Boundless's body, existing in an almost nothingness way.

Yang Fan's omniscient senses also captured their existence in a microscopic state.

This near-nihilistic force is easy to ignore.

And, even if they could be found, it would be difficult for conventional forces to erase them.

This strange and almost ethereal power couldn't help but curb the healing of the injuries in Feng Wuji's body, and even more blocked most of his essence blood and vitality.

When the essence blood and vitality are blocked, the result is: the wind is boundless, the mana and the life force pass at the same time.

Only by destroying this most primitive cause can we solve the injury of Wind Boundless.

However, it was obvious that someone had misled and asked the Yuan Infant to infuse mana for the wind.

The mana from outside, although it replenished the mana that had passed for the time being, was not its own, which unconsciously deepened the spread of its injuries, and imprisoned more essence blood and vitality in its body.

Yang Fan didn't care about the mana that Feng Wuyi was losing for the time being, and the green stream of life directly channeled the strange power like the shadow of death.

However, Yang Fan found that the strange power, like a whirlpool, flickered with black light, with the help of Yang Fan's power, it was the destructive force, further deepening the injury.

Whether it is an alien mana or any other form of power, once it clashes with this force, it will deepen the spread of the disease.

Yang Fan's eyes froze, and he suddenly felt troubled.

Soon, he reversed his strategy, repairing those injuries first and breathing them into life.

The strange force hovered around the injury, still creating friction.

However, Yang Fan's treatment speed was faster, and in the process of continuing to inject vitality, Feng Wuji had his own resilience.

The blood and vitality that had been blocked slowly unraveled.

Feng Wuji's eyebrows suddenly loosened, he let out a long breath, and said gratefully: "Daoyou is worthy of being a miracle doctor......

Apparently, he also felt a turn in the situation.

Yang Fan smiled and continued to repair his injuries.

After about half a day's effort, those injuries were repaired by Yang Fan.

During this period, Yang Fan's mana has increased slightly, which is not obvious, and this is still the result of the treatment of the Yuanying Great Cultivator.

He couldn't help but sigh secretly: after being promoted to the root cultivation stage, the improvement of cultivation by individual treatment was insignificant at all.

After another half an hour, the situation in Feng Wuji's body was very good, the essence and blood vitality were all recovered, and the injury was basically healed.

"Thank you Doctor Yang, and I'll leave it to myself next. ”

Feng Wuyi opened his eyes, and a shocking sword qi rippled up, and the power in his body burst through, erasing the remaining remnants.

Yang Fan couldn't help but secretly admire, he was worthy of being the Ling Xiao Sword Immortal with the most powerful attack power among the three major cultivators.

"Great, Pharmacist Yang's medical skills are really unparalleled in the world, such a fatal injury and illness can be cured in less than a day. ”

The people in the secret room were shocked, especially the monks who had some research on the way of medicine.

In the crowd, there were also a few monks, their eyes flickering, and there was a slight fluctuation of spiritual energy in their hands.

"It's you—"

The Blood Refining Ancestor and the Three Qingsan people blurted out almost at the same time.

Whew!!

Two figures shot at the thin man in the corner at the same time.

However, the corners of the man's mouth pursed up with a hint of mockery.

Click!!

A jade talisman that he crushed in his hand released a complex and sophisticated array, a powerful white light, enveloping it.

"Teleporter!"

Everyone was stunned, only a sneer crossed the corner of Yang Fan's mouth.