Without saying that Yan Sanlang, she could also imagine the danger in these few hours. The most terrifying battle happened in his qi sea. As long as he controls the wrong thing in one step, it will probably end up with a exploding body and dying.

Fortunately, these many thrilling things finally passed. Qiansui pressed his chest and let out a sigh of relief, suddenly feeling that he was too risky.

Why did she entrust a hundred years of freedom to this kid just now? If there is a case, she...

She was scared even though she thought about it.

But at least she helped a lot, otherwise Yan Sanlang would really not be able to get through this level.

Thinking of this, she became proud again: "What about?"

"When it enters the weak stage after the fierce battle, it must be tamed quickly. It has been used for a long time." If the Gu is not well raised, it will backfire, and the same is true for the True Power Dragon. Yan Sanlang went through great difficulty to feed it to a fat and strong body, not to let it turn against the owner.

Three dragons fought, two died and one injured. His master finally had the opportunity to tame the dragon so that it would be loyal to itself and could no longer resist stubbornly.

"Is it going well?" Qiansui knew that if this step was not done well, the hard work ahead would have been wasted.

Yan Sanlang nodded: "It's not difficult. It has entered the Qihai Sea. Apart from being used by me, there is no other way to grow."

The true dragon is born in the trickle stream and grows in the river. It grows and grows all the way until the dragon finally enters the sea and finally has the ability to fly into the clouds and fog.

However, the "Dragon Feeding Art" is not a real dragon after all, and Yan Sanlang's qi sea is not a real sea, so it is impossible to make it unrestrained. In fact, he plays the role of the Creator, playing the creation of heaven and earth. The true dragon grew up into a dragon, and also got rid of the stubbornness he was young and knew how to bow to this world, so that he could obtain endless nourishment.

Any living creature must be subject to the environment, not to mention that it is just a dragon made of true power.

"Now that it protects the heart veins, I can wake up."

Yan Sanlang asked her: "What did you apply to my heart to nourish the ice pot?" Qiansui's method, he had almost seen most of the experience over the years, so why didn't she know any treasures that could feed the Yang Po?

"Light paste." Qiansui said unhappy, "The creatures swallowed by the glass lamp have been refined, and some of the precipitated life essence has been settled into lamp paste."

Yan Sanlang was silent for a few breaths and said softly: "I'm sorry, it has damaged your cultivation again."

She said it in a vague way, but the lamp paste was originally sunk under the glass lamp, and the glass lamp was her dantian. What is the difference between squeezing out the lamp paste from here and squeezing out her cultivation level?

"You owe me more and more." Qiansui was too lazy to roll his eyes, "It's really a bad star in his life. I don't know when I will get back with capital and profit."

She summoned the glass lamp, so Yan Sanlang saw the cracks on the lamp's body further expanding, and the runes that were originally looming are now gone.

"Here, if this continues, I will return to Yuncheng's cultivation level."

"No." Yan Sanlang said seriously, "I can make it up soon, I promise."

She snorted softly and felt much more at ease. The brat always said to her.

"Fushengzi's bad luck backlash probably passed." Qiansui murmured in a low voice, "It's true, I'll give me this one when it's over." She originally thought that she was hiding in the wooden bell, and Fushengzi's bad luck backlash might not be found on her head.

"You and I are one." Yan Sanlang actually expected the backlash of bad luck, "It won't harm you, and it will naturally find me."

Asura bit his lip and didn't want to say sorry to him.

Yan Sanlang saw what she was thinking and continued: "It's just that misfortune is the basis of good fortune. If it weren't for the fierce momentum of the Six Dragons' throne, the 'Guiyuan' realm might not have been so easy to break through."

While I was talking, footsteps suddenly came from outside, and soon someone pounded the door.

"Miss Qiansui, Young Master Yan?"

"Doctor Sun is here." Qiansui laughed softly and went to open the door for him.

Doctor Sun is over forty years old this year and has a goatee. He is dark and thin, but his eyes are particularly bright. He strides to Yan Sanlang's bedside and sits down, looking at his face carefully: "You are finally awake!" After saying that, he put on the boy's wrist veins.

"You almost died!" Dr. Sun adhered to the doctor's ethics and gave first aid last night. He settled the score later now and was not angry. "Look at your broken heart, it was very difficult to replenish it for the first time. You also used your energy to overcome the barrier, and your qi and blood flowed backwards! Ah? You didn't drowned you in your heart. You are so lucky that you are so lucky!"

Yan Sanlang had no choice but to smile bitterly.

"I'm not a person with great hands and eyes. Even if Miss Qiansui helps you, the effect of the surgery will only be to save your life!" Dr. Sun's face was very stinky. After all, it's the most annoying for patients who don't care about themselves. "Listen, your heart is more severe than the first time. Even if the root cause of this disease is lost, don't think it will be cured in a short time. Even if you take all the elixirs, it's useless."

"I know." Yan Sanlang just adjusted his breath slightly, and his heart was blocked as soon as his power reached. It can be seen that the injury was even more serious than he expected.

"From today, you must take care of yourself, be quiet, not move, and do not sit if you can lie down." Dr. Sun solemnly reminded, "If you suffer a third heart injury, you will definitely die."

"Okay." He was always very obedient when he followed the doctor's instructions.

"In addition, Bingpo has its pros and cons. Although it can block your heartache, this thing should not be used in the human body." Dr. Sun gasped, "You know it too. While protecting you, its cold poison will also invade the myocardium and form stubborn diseases."

"I know." Yan Sanlang calmly accepted this fact. What Duli gave was an ineffective method. He would die without using Bing Po, and he would become sick if he used it.

This is like drinking poison to quench thirst, but the right to the two evils can only be the least.

"In the future, every time you recover from your heart, you will have to force the ice soul out a little." Dr. Sun continued to explain, "This process is very long, and it may last for three or five years. Fortunately, you are still young and have a lot of time."

"Okay." Yan Sanlang listened carefully to each word, and then said, "How long will I reduce my life?"

The doctor does not treat himself, even if he has a vague judgment on the injury, he is not as clear as the surgeon.

"This?" Doctor Sun subconsciously glanced at Qiansui beside him. Seeing her nodding, he answered Yan Sanlang, "Should you say so..."

"How long?" The boy's face was very calm.

Dr. Sun couldn't help but sigh: "It's been at least fifteen years."

Qiansui coughed lightly: "If you could have lived a hundred years old, now you have dropped to eighty-five, it wouldn't be a loss. Anyway, you're all bad old men."

Dr. Sun couldn't help but look at her. This sentence cannot comfort people.

Yan Sanlang smiled and said to him: "Thank you, Dr. Sun, I'm a little tired."
Chapter completed!