The super son-in-law of the female president

And the spiritual energy, combined with the "Nine Needles and Thirteen Returns" left by the ancestor Bian Que, brought the medical skills to the extreme.

I saw Qin Fan ripping off Zuo Feng's shirt with both hands.

Showing her solid muscles, Jiang Xinyue's eyes were piercing.

The beautiful lines are indeed quite likable and enviable.

Zhongren, Baihui, Hurricane, Guanxin, Yamen, Houzhi...

Qin Fan tapped rapidly with his hand, and pressed it from time to time.

The aura flows along the fingertips and flows into Zuo Feng's body.

Quickly repairing his severely damaged muscles and bones.

After a short period of one or two minutes, the left forward, who was seriously injured internally, woke up from a coma.

He blinked his eyelids slightly, and smiled faintly the moment he saw Qin Fan.

"It seems that you saved me this time!"

Zuo Feng sat up from the ground weakly, and glanced at Qin Fan, full of gratitude.

At this time, Qin Fan's complexion was a little pale, and it was obvious that he had exerted too much force and collapsed.

In order to recover Zuo Feng's injury in a short period of time, Qin Fan also used his ability to eat and drink, and almost collapsed himself, which made Zuo Feng wake up so quickly.

Qin Fan chuckled, his withered lips seemed as if he hadn't drank water for a few days, "That's it? It's a piece of cake for me."

Although it was a painful price to pretend, it was worth it.

At least Qin Fan's image among the few people was restored.

There must be a strong output in the team, and at the same time there must be a professional-level dad.

Such a team can last forever.

Seeing that Zuo Feng had recovered, Jiang Xinyue danced excitedly and slapped Qin Fan on the back.

"You can do it, kid!"

Qin Fan suddenly felt that blood was about to overflow from his throat, and then he swallowed it forcefully.

The face was red and white for a while, and then stabilized.

He said lightly, "It doesn't matter whether it's big or small, call it Uncle!"

Jiang Xinyue stuck out her tongue and head, and called out in a drawn-out voice: "Uncle~Uncle~!"

Qin Fan: "Good boy!"

Zuo Feng's injury, under Qin Fan's best treatment, has completely recovered, even in better condition than before.

At this time, Zuo Feng stood up and looked at the long sword in the distance.

The breeze blows, raising a trace of dust.

The long sword stood tall on the ground, surrounded by an aura, separating the dust.

Faintly emitting a faint golden light, as if calling.

Chen Ajiao was already standing beside the long sword, looking at it curiously.

His brows were furrowed, as if thoughtful.

Two or three seconds later, Chen Ajiao still couldn't restrain her curiosity, and reached out to grab the hilt of the sword.

Just when his fingers were about to touch the hilt, the sword body suddenly shook slightly, making a crisp buzzing sound.

Instantly flicked Chen Ajiao's hand away.

Chen Ajiao let out a cry of pain.

Qin Fan stepped forward, looked at Chen Ajiao and said with concern, "Are you okay?"

Chen Ajiao waved her hands and shook her head: "It's okay, it's just a little unexpected. I didn't expect to be repelled by the sword energy."

Qin Fan nodded and said, "I was also like this just now, and I was also rejected."

At this time, Zuo Feng and Jiang Xinyue had already walked over.

Jiang Xinyue was a little unbelieving: "It's the first time I've heard that a sword can generate sword energy on its own. Let me try it out."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

As a result, it goes without saying that before the fingers touched the hilt, they were repelled by some kind of force and bounced off.

But Zuo Feng smiled faintly: "The Horcrux before this sword is dead, how could it possibly generate sword energy on its own?"

"Judging from the type of energy, it should belong to the fluctuation of spiritual power, not the energy of the sword itself."

Qin Fan interrupted: "Hehe, it seems that your patriarch's adoptive father has manifested, and he appointed to leave this sword to you before he left."

Zuo Feng didn't respond immediately, but grabbed the hilt of the sword with a touch of skill.

That mysterious force did not repel Zuo Feng's fingers, on the contrary, everything went with the flow.

Zuo Feng gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and with a little force, the long sword was pulled out from the cracks in the bricks, making a very crisp beeping sound.

"Brother Zuo is amazing~"

Jiang Xinyue looked like a little girl, standing beside Zuo Feng, jumping with excitement.

That tall man was almost as tall as Zuo Feng.

As far as the height of the wheel is concerned, it is not suitable at all.

But Zuo Feng frowned slightly at this moment.

"This sword is so heavy!"

Saying that, he put down the long sword in his hand again.

The moment the blade of the long sword hit the ground, it cracked the floor tiles and embedded them by three or four centimeters.

Zuo Feng's cultivation is only at the peak of the tenth level of the mirror, but his strength must be far beyond.

The sword that made him feel heavy, what would it look like?

Qin Fan took the hilt subconsciously.

At this time, the long sword finally no longer repelled others.

Qin Fan gripped the hilt of the long sword tightly, and almost fell down when the long sword tipped over.

After a lot of effort, he barely managed to gain a firm foothold.

Qin Fan was shocked, "Damn it, what material is this made of? I guess it weighs six or seven hundred catties!"

With Qin Fan's cultivation base and strength now, he has no problem at all with lifting something that weighs more than four hundred catties with one hand.

But for the long sword in front of him, Qin Fan had some difficulty just holding it steady, let alone lifting it up.

And Zuo Feng took a deep breath: "I don't know what material it is made of, but this sword is indeed a peerless sword."

"Unfortunately, with my current cultivation base, I can't control it at all."

After finishing speaking, Zuo Feng lifted the long sword violently with one hand, and then he wrapped it in the sackcloth he did not know where to find, and carried it behind his back.

Although Zuo Feng smiled again and said: "But I don't think it will take long, at most three months, and I will be able to control it!"

Qin Fan's expression froze for a moment.

Good guy, this left forward has found a treasure.

Obviously, he came in together, so he couldn't leave empty-handed.

Subconsciously looked around.

Qin Fan kicked a set of armor next to his feet.

Purple blue red yellow, these colors can be vaguely seen.

Qin Fan bent down and picked up a pair of helmets casually.

Light, surprisingly light!

Lighter than plastic!
"Is this the colorful battle armor?"

Qin Fannan murmured to himself, and then put it on his head.

This texture is not as good as children's exclusive helmets for children.

An impatient look.

Chen Ajiao squatted on the ground and checked the other parts of the colorful armor.

"The legendary five-color armor is an ultra-high-level offensive armor with Horcruxes."

"However, judging from the appearance of this pair of battle armor, more than half of it is an imitation. You can see that there are burrs in the workmanship, and the edges and corners here are not handled carefully enough."

Qin Fan was a little displeased: "Stop!"

"This armor is mine! It's my trophy!"

"Even if it's an imitation, I still think it's handsome!"