One minute later.
Zhao Fan and the Long Yao Heavenly Sword fell downwards like a sack. His whole body was seriously injured and he no longer had the strength to move his fingers...
And the incarnation of my uncle's magic power also dissipated into nothingness.
However, my uncle's body floated into the air, caught Zhao Fan with one hand, and slowly descended while smiling from ear to ear: "Without the Heavenly Pill, it still won't work."
"..." Zhao Fan was depressed in his arms. The minute before was best described as "black sixty seconds". He was completely beaten. Not only that, the mana in the Prajna bottle was replenished crazily. But it was consumed crazily, and no trace of storage was left!
It wasn't until his body was seriously injured that he could no longer recover, that my uncle's incarnation of mana died, and it dissipated because it was exhausted.
"Originally, if I didn't have the Heavenly Borrowing Pill, I would have thought that with the Dao of Swordsmanship and the Five Heavenly Sword Styles, I would have a lot of confidence in Han Ruyi." Zhao Fan shook his head and sighed, "It seems I was naive."
"No."
The great-uncle said with a smile: "My incarnation of magic power is indeed at the peak of the holy realm, but it is condensed from the magic power of the divine realm. The dragon beads in your second Dantian are also the dragon power of the divine realm. However, your realm is too low. I can't exert it to the extreme, so I have an advantage in terms of mana. Including consciousness, it's like the real body, which is not equal. Even if you are at the first level of Shenzang Realm now, you are no match for the incarnation of my mana."
"If I had said this earlier, I would no longer have any doubts about my life."
Zhao Fan rolled his eyes and soon fell into a sleepy state of exhaustion.
After landing, my uncle sent Zhao Fan to Lin Qianqian's boudoir and didn't care about him anymore.
Zhao Fan's serious injury was just a physical injury. My uncle's actions were very measured and did not damage his internal organs, bones and important tendons, so he let him sleep for a while, and the mana recovered during the period would be enough. Repair the injury slowly.
My uncle came to the living room and said hello to Lin Qianqian, and then went to play chess with Liu Qibi again.
As for Zhao Yan, he was not in Shenglong Mansion today. He asked Lin Longtu to take Uncle Wang's car to the provincial capital early in the morning, euphemistically saying that he would see the modern China.
Baby Long and Yingying were not at home either, so they sneaked out to play somewhere unknown.
The atmosphere in Shenglong Mansion was much quieter than usual.
Until noon, the scene became lively, because a cold and beautiful figure walked into Shenglong Mansion, looking at the magic circle arranged by my uncle and grandpa as if it was nothing, and arrived at the No. 7 house as if strolling in a garden.
The moment you push open the courtyard door.
Lin Qianqian, Xiao Diao and Ning Xiyu, the beautiful trio, all came to greet them, "Chun'er, long time no see!"
"Yes, I hurriedly hurriedly and slowly, and finally achieved the goal set by the old man." Chen Chun'er raised her long hair gloriously, hugged them respectively, and then asked: "Where is Brother Fan? Why don’t you see him?”
"Eh? Sister Chun'er, how do you know he's back?" Xiao Diao asked strangely.
"Because Qianqian, whose memory has been sealed, won't waste time with you in the yard."
Chen Chuner smiled slightly.
"Humph, who said it wouldn't be possible?" Xiao Diao pouted, angrily.
Lin Qianqian and Ning Xiyu smiled like flowers on the side, and then the former said: "Fanfan was seriously injured by my uncle and grandpa, and he is unconscious in the room upstairs."
"The old man is really ruthless." Chen Chun'er was not in a hurry to look at Zhao Fan. He turned around and came to the stone table on the other side of the yard. He saluted symbolically and said, "Master, Chun'er has driven all nine wooden stakes." broken."
As soon as she finished speaking, she gently flicked her icy jade-like palms, and a large number of broken thick wooden piles appeared on the ground. Each section was covered with bruises, like a rotten wood that had been tortured.
"It's a little later than I expected. I'll just give you a pass." Although my uncle said it was difficult, there was a smile on his face that couldn't be concealed.
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