Dragon Sovereign

Zhang Fan was shocked and then laughed at himself. Now he doesn't even have the most basic alertness

"Come in." Zhang Fan's eyes were dim, and he sighed and said something feebly.

"Squeak!"

With the opening of the door, little Lori came in from the outside with the meal. Then she looked at Zhang Fan timidly and said, "young master, the master has come to see you."

"Ah?" Zhang Fan was slightly stunned, but he didn't react. A middle-aged man came in from the outside. He was quite handsome, with a pair of bright eyes, tall and powerful body, with a trace of fierce breath and a unique dignity. He was no one else. It was Zhang Fan's father, fengbatian!

"Is this my father?" Looking at the man in front of him, there was a tremor in Zhang Fan's heart. He was an orphan in his previous life and never felt what it was like to have a father's love. However, the word "father" has always been strange in his heart, so when he saw fengbatian, he looked a little shocked.

Feng batian took a look at Zhang Fan's pale face, clenched his fist in his sleeve, sighed deeply for a long time, and said, "Ling Er, how do you feel?"

Hearing the man's words, Zhang Fan's lips moved, but he didn't say anything, because he didn't know what to say.

Seeing Zhang Fan's lost expression, Feng batian's look softened. "It's a Xuandan. Take it. You should recover faster. In addition, you are not allowed to run out in the future. Even if you go out, you should take the family bodyguard with you. "

Between speaking, Feng batian takes out a delicate porcelain vase from her body, hands it to little Lori, looks at Zhang Fan again, takes a deep breath, and then turns around and leaves.

Looking at Feng batian's back, Zhang Fan seems to see the lonely color.

After Feng batian left, Ouyang xian'er looked at Zhang Fan and said, "young master, in fact, the master is very nice. And don't worry, young master. Now my strength has reached the strength of the third class warrior. I will practice well and protect you in the future. "

The gloomy color on Zhang Fan's face became deeper, and he was protected by a little girl. How could he feel embarrassed?

However, Zhang Fan was slightly surprised. According to his memory, if the strength of the samurai of little Lori was calculated according to his previous life, it would be no problem to deal with three or four ordinary big men at the same time And what about him? Don't mention a big man. A little girl pushes him down, and he can faint.

He is not a man who can live in obscurity and mediocrity all his life. If he can, he will still choose to be a warrior. No matter how hard he suffers, he will still do it.

Looking at the absent-minded Zhang Fan, Ouyang xian'er didn't know how to comfort Zhang Fan. Then he looked at the porcelain vase in his hand and said, "master Feng, take this thing. This pill is very helpful to your injury."

Zhang Fan raised his head and looked at the porcelain vase in Ouyang xian'er's hand. There was a trace of curiosity in his black eyes, and then he took it.

The porcelain bottle feels very smooth, just like touching silk. When it is gently opened, a strange fragrance of medicine comes out of the bottle. At this time, Zhang Fan feels that the pores of his whole body are going to open. In a moment, Zhang Fan's young face appears a color of surprise.

"Young master, this pill is a three grade Xuandan. The master is very kind to you." Little Lori's voice is full of sweetness and loveliness, which makes people feel as cheerful as a bird.

Zhang Fan nodded gently. Feng batian was very good to him, but this also made him confused, because in this world where the strong are respected, waste is the most despised, but his father seemed to treat him without any harsh treatment, which undoubtedly surprised him, but he also had some good feelings for Feng batian in his heart

After little Lori left for a while, Zhang Fan sat up, spread out his palm, and a delicate porcelain vase appeared in his hand.

Open the porcelain bottle again, that strange Dan Xiang comes out again.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but take a deep breath. He felt comfortable all over.

The color of surprise flashed away in the black eyes and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Zhang Fan tilted the porcelain bottle, and a round, crystal clear white pill fell on Zhang Fan's palm.

And at this time, because there is no bottle of bondage, the strange aroma of the medicine evolves stronger, and the whole room is filled with this strange aroma.

In his ontological memory, this is a kind of elixir made by a pharmacist, and this elixir is called Xuandan. It needs three or more elixirs to make it successfully. Moreover, this elixir is very expensive.

Looking at the pill in the palm of his hand, Zhang Fan is a little reluctant to swallow it. Is he a tyrant now?

Finally hesitated next, Zhang Fan still couldn't help temptation put in the mouth.

The pills melt at the entrance, turn into a warm liquid and flow directly down the mouth.

At first, Zhang Fan didn't feel anything. Suddenly, Zhang Fan felt the pores on his whole body open again, and then he began to heat up. He clearly felt a stream of air swimming on his body.Zhang Fan was stunned, and then his eyes showed a sense of ecstasy. He supported his body, quickly sat up, closed his eyes, and carefully guided the air flow to walk in his body. The opportunity needed to be grasped, and Zhang Fan thought it was just right to grasp it.

The next day, when the first light of the morning came down, Zhang Fan, sitting on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

An irrepressible surprise appeared on his face, feeling the faint air in his body. His body trembled slightly, and his heart was full of excitement.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but take a deep breath, as if he was suppressing his inner excitement. Did he consolidate the Zixia skill? At this time, he determined one thing. That time, the body of the world can also practice Zixia skill!

After stretching for a long time, Zhang Fan lay on the bed, and his black eyes showed a trace of excitement again. After a night's cultivation, he felt a stream of air in his body. Although the stream was very weak, it really existed, no matter what Now the foundation is there. Of course, all of this should be thanks to Xuandan. If it wasn't for Xuandan's promotion, he wouldn't have condensed so quickly. And now Zhang Fan's body has recovered. Although he still feels powerless, at least he can get out of bed now. This is a good performance.

Zhang Fan stretched a stretch, crackling sound sounded, count down Zhang Fan also sat here all night, his previous life is nothing used to, but the world's body is still slightly uncomfortable.

After lying comfortably for a while, Zhang Fan lifted the quilt and walked down from the bed. After a night's recuperation, his body also recovered. Moreover, when he came to this world, he had not seen what it was like outside.