Fenghua City.
"Ah~~~~"
With a scream, Zhou Fan woke up from his coma.
"Brother Fan, are you awake?"
Hearing the moans coming from inside the house, He Wanxing rushed into the room with a dash of surprise and said with surprise.
Zhou Fan half-opened his eyes and tried hard to adjust to the surrounding light.
"Where is this?"
Zhou Fan's memory still only stayed a few days ago. At that time, he and his wife fled all the way, and they were very embarrassed.
In fact, with the strength of the couple, there was no need to escape, but the group of immortal cultivators who came were very cunning. Seeing that they were no match for the couple, they kept attacking their disciples.
In order to protect their disciples, the couple had to confront the attackers head-on.
In the end, although their disciples escaped safely, the couple were seriously injured.
Then there was a chase. The couple fought against the enemy several times while escaping. Zhou Fan fell into a coma due to his severe injuries.
Fortunately, they had escaped the enemy's encirclement at that time, otherwise, He Wanxing might not be able to help but shake the talisman given by his master.
But they didn't use it before because they didn't want to use it.
Although the master once said that as long as there is danger, you can use those talismans, but a group of foundation-building monks is not worthy of using the things given by the master.
If they weren't worried, the couple would have been able to annihilate the group of attackers on the spot.
"Brother Fan, this is Fenghua City. Don't worry, it's safe here. I've got rid of the enemy."
Zhou Fan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that it was the stronghold of Fenghua City.
This small courtyard is one of the strongholds that the couple set up for today.
For the safety of the stronghold, they set up a magic circle given by their master in this courtyard. The monks below the level of pill formation cannot shake the magic circle at all.
Therefore, Zhou Fan was very relieved.
"Wanxing, how is the situation of your disciples?"
He Wanxing smiled slightly, took her husband's hand and shook it.
"Brother Fan, don't worry. I went back when you were unconscious. The disciples are all safe."
"By the way, count the time, senior brother may be arriving soon."
"What?"
Zhou Fan sat up in shock when he heard this, but his standing up immediately affected the injuries in his body.
"Cough! Cough!"
I saw him coughing heavily and huffing and puffing.
"You...ahem...how can you call senior brother over?"
Zhou Fan didn't know what kind of temper the eldest brother had. If the eldest brother came, the matter would definitely become a big deal.
Originally, Zhou Fan planned to wait for him to recover from his injuries, and then the couple would quietly come to the door and kill the monks.
The world of cultivating immortals is full of disputes, and the people who attacked them are not powerful people, just a small sect.
As long as you are careful, if such a sect is wiped out, it will be like a wave rising in the sea, and no one will care at all.
"snort!"
He Wanxing snorted and said arrogantly: "Who made them hurt you so badly? A gentleman takes revenge, and it is never too late in ten years. I am not a gentleman, I will take revenge on the spot!"
"No matter what, this place must be recovered!"
"well."
Zhou Fan sighed, not knowing what to say to his wife.
Blame her?
Isn’t the wife seeking revenge for herself?
Echo her?
Something seems wrong again.
After all, they themselves caused the enemy, and they should not involve the senior brother.
In addition, if the senior brother got involved, the matter would definitely become a big deal, and the master did not like trouble. In order to avoid causing trouble to the master, the senior brothers unanimously chose to keep a low profile.
At least in their base camp, Huayu Country, they had never shown any abilities beyond those of ordinary warriors.
Of course, this 'revelation' must be in quotation marks, and the dead monks are not counted.
The dead are the best at keeping secrets. All the monks I have seen are dead, so naturally no one knows their methods.
"Yo!"
"Xiaofan, what do you mean, don't you welcome me as your senior brother?"
"Eldest brother?"
"Big Brother?"
Hearing the familiar voice coming from outside the door, the couple turned their heads together, with a mixture of joy and a little surprise in their eyes.
Senior Brother came too quickly!
Calculating the time, based on Xiaoyun's footsteps, it is estimated that he has just arrived in Lianxi City. Even if Xiaoyun can arrive in advance, it will not be too early, at most one or two days.
Fenghua City is thousands of miles away from Lianxi City.
"Xiaofan, you are still the same as when you were a kid."
Feng Xiuwen complained about Zhou Fan as soon as they met.
"Elder brother, I..."
Zhou Fan was about to explain, but Feng Xiuwen didn't give him a chance. With just a flick of his finger, a round and plump pill was put into Zhou Fan's mouth.
"Pranayama!"
"yes!"
After hearing this, Zhou Fan immediately sat cross-legged and began to absorb the surging medicinal power in his body.
The elixir that senior brother put into his mouth just now was not an ordinary elixir, but the Heavenly King's Life-Saving Pill refined by his master.
"Brother, you shouldn't use it."
He Wanxing glanced at Feng Xiuwen with complicated eyes.
Feng Xiuwen didn't take it seriously and said: "Just use it. It's just a pill. No matter how precious the pill is, it's not as precious as my junior brother."
"snort."
He Wanxing rolled his eyes at his senior brother and glanced to the side.
Senior Brother, he is still as domineering as ever. The Heavenly King’s Life-Saving Pill is so precious. Master has collected it for hundreds of years, but only opened one furnace, and only ten pills were produced in one furnace.
This elixir is so precious. Although Zhou Fan was injured, it was not life-threatening and he could recover within half a year of cultivation.
If it hadn't been like this, she would have fed her own Heavenly King Life-Saving Pill to Zhou Fan.
After a while, Zhou Fan finished adjusting his breath, and his complexion turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Let's go, take you to get revenge!"
Seeing Zhou Fan withdrawing his power, Feng Xiuwen waved his hand and said domineeringly.
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One day later, Wenzhu Mountain welcomed a group of strange visitors.
"right here?"
Feng Xiuwen stood on a slope, staring ahead. Compared to his usual attire, at this moment, Feng Xiuwen had a long sword on his waist.
"right here."
He Wanxing glanced at the fog in front of him bitterly.
Feng Xiuwen nodded indifferently, slowly pulled out his sword, and waved it lightly.
Zheng!
Immediately afterwards, a sword sound suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.
In an instant, the sound of the sword echoed throughout Wenzhu Mountain.
A green sword light suddenly appeared above Wenzhu Mountain. At first, the sword light was only about ten feet long, but as the sword light moved forward, it became bigger and bigger like an inflated balloon.
In the blink of an eye, the sword light turned into several tens of feet, and in another blink of an eye, it became tens of feet again.
boom!
The next second, a loud and earth-shaking sound penetrated the world, like thousands of thunders.
"go home!"
Feng Xiuwen clapped his hands, and without looking at the result of the sword, he directly raised his steps and walked down the mountain.
I don’t look at it because I don’t need to look at it.
For a small sect like the Wenzhu Sect, one sword is enough!
There is no need to swing the second sword at all.
