Save the hero

It hurts...it hurts to breathe.

Slowly regaining consciousness, Fang Qi moved his fingers reflexively. This movement didn't matter, it directly brought back his still chaotic consciousness and dull and numb perception. .

...why does it still hurt?

Fang Qi opened his eyes, his eyelids touched some nerves, and his whole face twitched.But he was very happy in the pain, only the living knew the pain, how could he still feel the pain after death? !It hurts so bad!

but……

How could he...how could he be alive?

Fang Qi grinned and sat up. At that time, he was covered in blood. He must have been frightened. The man's expression was still clearly imprinted in his mind... It wasn't pain, it wasn't sadness, but an indescribable taste of despair. , as if there was no hope of being beaten back to its original shape.Fang Qi rubbed his forehead, while relieving his headache, he unconsciously remembered the first time he saw Hong Yuan, such a small person, his eyes were unreasonably calm, and his heart was dead. Women, old people and children, rich and poor, fair and evil, looking at flowers, grass, trees, cats, cats and dogs, living and dead, are all like looking at a cold stone.

But...the last person he saw was Hong Yuan, Fang Qi frowned, that person looked like him, but he didn't look like him either.

The tragedy that happened on the long street was obviously caused by the silver light that appeared for no reason. No matter whether it was used to transmit monsters or produce monsters, that power was no small matter.After all, the fighting power of the monster spit out by the silver light is not empty. Almost half of the monks on the long street died at the feet of the monster, which shows how strong the power is. However, such a silver light was firmly suppressed by the black mist. How could it be possible?

Totally impossible!

Although in his eyes, Hongyuan is good everywhere, but he has to admit that even if Hongyuan is talented and has the blood of a monster, he has such a huge power in the short four months of inheriting his cultivation base. His cultivation base is also a fantasy!

That person was actually him, with tough facial features, familiar gentleness, and a tall figure... The two of them stayed together day and night, and he would never admit his mistake!

What's going on, Fang Qi's whole body hurts, but now even his head hurts like it's bursting.

Originally, Fengyao Mountain's sound transmission stone became smaller and bigger, etc. These puzzles were enough for him to drink a pot, but Hong Yuan came up with this kind of thing again!Seeing that he handled it with ease, his techniques and movements are not unfamiliar, and it is obvious that he did not burst out of cultivation all of a sudden.If it's not a sudden outburst, what does it mean?Does it mean that he already possessed such a tyrannical cultivation base?How could it be... He only inherited his cultivation for only four months... The book clearly stated that it takes 3000 years to inherit his cultivation, twelve months a year, three thousand times twelve equals thirty-six thousand months, 36000: 4... In the past four months, he has fished for three days and posted on the net for two days, and has very little time to practice hard. He thought that if he followed the trend of Hongyuan, it would take him 3 years to become a god... Absolutely, absolutely in four months It is impossible to have such power... Fang Qi almost vomited blood, and he fell into an endless loop again.

It's useless to guess too much, it's better to ask directly.Fang Qi looked around and found that he was in a closed room with no door or window, surrounded by walls, no candles were lit in the room, but it was as white as day, and the four walls gave off a soft light.

Where is this again?

Since there is no door, how did he get in?

Fang Qi looked down and saw that he was lying on a white stone bed. It looked icy and cold, but it was warm to the touch, but the clothes on his body... Fang Qi's eyes were fixed and he was stunned.The white and soft clothes are thin and soft to the touch. You can tell that they are not ordinary at a glance. Who changed his clothes?Hong Yuan... besides him, who else?

Fang Qi touched his clothes, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, he was stunned, and hurriedly opened his sleeves.

He rolled from the second floor to the downstairs, his elbows and the backs of his hands slid across the ground. There were large and large scratches, but... his body was still in piercing pain, but... there were no wounds?

Fang Qi was silent for a moment, and carefully lifted his shirt, thinking that he would see the scene of the clothes sticking to the wound, but who knew that the belly was clean, no bloodstains, no blood... nothing.

Fang Qi was stunned for a few seconds.

Is it because he slept for thousands of days in a dream, so the wound has already healed?Impossible...Even if this is the case, it is impossible to have no scars. The dozen or so sharp thorns were so sharp that they pierced through his body and hit the wall behind him half an inch deep. Such a serious injury would leave no scars .

More and more questions flooded in, Fang Qi's face became more and more ugly, and he jumped off the bed.There were no shoes on the ground, so I walked to the front of a wall with bare feet, and touched it up and down with my hands. It felt hard, and it was indeed the wall.Fang Qi touched the four walls one by one, they were all walls!

He was already full of doubts, and his patience was worn out by countless doubts and irrationality. Now that he was trapped here, he almost immediately became impatient. How could he get out? !

Putting his ear against the wall, Fang Qi tentatively called out to Hong Yuan, and listened for a while, but no one answered outside.Fang Qi gritted his teeth. Could it be that Hong Yuan did something wrong and hid something from him, so he dared not come out because of his guilty conscience? !

Fang Qi yelled at him, holding his breath and hammering the wall hard, within two strokes, his palm was so painful, this wall could not be made of stones, why is it so hard?

Fang Qi's hand changed his foot and kicked vigorously to relieve his anger. Just as he retracted his leg, suddenly there was a slight sound from the side wall. Fang Qi frowned, and took a few steps back to see that the wall was twisting like water ripples. , Fang Qi lowered his voice, and made an expression of settling accounts after autumn, ready to throw the problem over his head and face as soon as the man came in!What the hell is going on here? !

However, it wasn't a tall and tough man who came in, but two young men in white shirts came in through the wall. When they saw him, they were stunned for a moment, and then they were pleasantly surprised: "You finally woke up?"

Another white-clothed disciple blushed excitedly, and said, "Oh my God! I'm going to inform Master right now!"

After speaking, he turned around and walked through the wall skillfully.

Fang Qi was also taken aback for a moment, and took a defensive posture vigilantly. Seeing that the two young men were very skilled, he wondered if he could beat the three-legged cat kung fu he learned from Hong Yuan, and asked: " who are you?"

The young boy spoke to him in a rather familiar tone, Fang Qi thought about it for a moment, the person in front of him was very strange, he definitely did not know this person.

The white-clothed disciple held a white jade plate in his hand, on which were several pill bottles, and the white-shirted disciple said eagerly with the plate: "I am the second disciple of Yunhuai Sword Sect Elder Yan Ruo, you can call me Yan Fei. You have been in a coma for six days... you have woken up, and the thousands of monks in my cultivation world are finally saved!"

Fang Qi: "..."

"...What nonsense are you talking about? Do I know you?" Fang Qi's eyes were weird, as if he was looking at a mental patient.He and Hong Yuan skimmed through most of the plots in the book, and had never dealt with the big sects and small sects in the cultivation world!Thousands of monks in the cultivation world... finally saved?Whoever saves...is sick...he is not the savior, why wait for him?

The author has something to say:

As for why Fang Qi hangs up...he has to hang up, there is a foreshadowing in front of this, and I can't spoil the QAQAQAQ by silently reading it three times.

Fang Qi wants to hang so fast and so suddenly.If it wasn't for a long-planned accident, Da Hongyuan would be caught off guard, but it would be impossible for him to discover any clues.The cultivators in the comprehension world are fighting with their backs!