Countryside Magic Doctor

Surrounded by clouds and fog, Fang Zhiqin quickly came to He Feng. His speed was very fast. In the blink of an eye, he had crossed the forest and cross-country, climbed several snow mountains and arrived at He Feng. The cultivator patrolling in the clouds did not stop him, let him drive straight into the mountain where He Feng was located.

"What's going on inside?" Fang Zhiqin landed steadily on the stone steps at the gate of the main hall. Beside the Huabiao stood a young cultivator with a flying sword in his hand and floating clothes. He stood proudly in the cold wind. When he saw Fang Zhiqin, he hurriedly carried the flying sword in his hand and said: "Senior, it's the boss who is closing the door. He reminded him that no one should disturb him. Please come back another day..."

"If you don't even have a Dharma protector, you dare to shut down. His head is watery?" Fang Zhiqin said with an incredible face. There are often the words "shut down" in martial arts novels, in the cultivation world, and in traditional Taoism, but this meaning is not what ordinary people think. Just find a cat in a cave and practice slowly.

He has a lot of knowledge inside.

In particular, practitioners can't do this because there are likely to be all kinds of irresistible factors in their cultivation. If a person stays in the secret room and doesn't meet outsiders for months or even decades, who can guarantee that he won't change anything?

If something really happened and there was no one to look after it, wouldn't it be like being alone in a house, and then a patient with gas leakage and poisoning could only wait to die?

That's why so many recluses find Dharma protectors for themselves in advance. It's not that they really need such a Dharma protector, but there are too many changes in their cultivation. In case an enemy comes to seek revenge, if someone sneaks up, if someone tries to usurp power, and if they get possessed, they need a Dharma protector to help him solve these potential dangers.

He Feng entered the cultivation alone and called it closed. He didn't even say a specific time, but also gave a death order and didn't let anyone in and out. Isn't this the old birthday star hanging himself for death?

At this time, Lao Fang could clearly realize that there was a problem in the house, but he had nothing to do with the cultivator in front of him. He wanted to bribe, but he also knew that these young cultivators were stubborn and full of what? They were famous all over the world, helped justice, and gave pills.

So he had to threaten and advise: "something's wrong with the boss. Let me in quickly and don't delay here. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

"It's impossible. How can something happen to the boss? Isn't it normal cultivation?" the cultivator said with a flash of confusion and doubt in his eyes. He was also worried, but he had to stick to his post because of his duty.

At this time, he Feng in the hall was calm. Only his heavy breathing echoed in the silent air, but the heavy breathing could not be heard outside. Without him, who dares to cut corners in the hall where he Feng lives?

They are all real materials. The sound insulation effect is strong!

Naturally, there is nothing to say about divulging secrets. Of course, something really happened to He Feng at the moment, and no one outside knows it.

"Don't talk nonsense, get out of the way!" Fang Zhiqin's patience completely dissipated. His temper was good, but it didn't mean he didn't have a temper. In an emergency, he couldn't care so much. He overthrew the young Xiuzhen to the ground, put a ban on him, and then dashed into the door and rushed in.

Once in, a magnificent gas burst out of the air!

In an instant, Lao Fang, standing at the door and looking inside, was inspired by the clothes blown by the air blowing from inside, his hair was blown away, his face was distorted, and his face was disgusted. However, he still squeezed his eyes and looked at the situation inside, but he saw he Feng lying under a copper pillar in the hall.

It's unconscious.

There is also a large piece of Inner Alchemy next to it. There is obviously a huge gap on the inner alchemy. It is obvious that it was eaten by He Feng. Just when he came to his side, Fang Zhiqin couldn't help but frown. This is simply that too much energy was absorbed, and the energy was incorporated into the body after it was not operated enough, so that it was mixed with the original steam and collided with each other, It's like opposing molecules!

Then, even if he Feng's body was like a quantum explosion, it was a mess, but at the moment he couldn't consider it, because his consciousness had blurred to an almost nonexistent existence.

"Eat so much at one time, no wonder!" After Fang Zhiqin suddenly realized that there was no one left or right, he hurriedly quietly pulled a large piece from the huge inner pill and hid it in his own space. Then he squatted down to deal with He Feng. He first dragged He Feng to a futon on on the side, let he Feng sit there and fix He Feng's body through acupoints.

After that, he looked around carefully. He was worried that he would not be seen as a thief just now, but after thinking about it, he thought it should not be. Who has nothing to stare at himself!

Thinking of this, he was a little relieved.

Just then, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a guy staring at himself outside. Take a closer look. Isn't that the cultivator just now? I just knocked him to the ground and set a ban. I didn't expect that the boy had broken free with this Kung Fu, which frightened Fang Zhiqin!

A thought even flashed through his mind. Should he kill people?

"Come here, you boy!" Lao Fang put out his finger and said. The young cultivator outside took a flying sword. Instead of walking forward, he took a few steps backward. It seems that he is very afraid. Seeing this situation, Fang Zhiqin scolded angrily and said, "come here when I ask you to come. I am a tiger. Can I eat you?"

I didn't expect that his words frightened the cultivator. I only heard him shouting.

"Someone is coming. Fang Zhiqin is going to rebel. The boss doesn't know what's going on. I just saw him steal pills..."

The voice sounded like thunder, and dozens of practitioners rushed out from the left. They rushed over with flying swords and raised their eyebrows. They were murderous. The misty son in the distance heard the movement. He hurried over and hesitated in his heart. Who did he help?