After missing the Huanyang Dan, Nanfeng suddenly felt a sudden stern. Did the fat Huanyang Dan ask him to give him Twelve?

Thinking about it again, no, the fat man was still there when he was filling ant in a porcelain bottle in the stone chamber, and he thought he had placed it somewhere else.

Touch the waist bag first, no, and then touch the inner pocket, no.

The Yang Dan is a healing pill. Fatty will definitely carry it with you and cannot be placed elsewhere.

Thinking about it again, when you touch the belt, fat people like to hide things in the belt, which has this habit as a child.

At this time, the belt is mostly made of a linen with a wide and narrow stroke, and a few small objects can be brought into it.

Fortunately, I touched it.

The Huanyang Dan is really amazing. At this time, the wound on the fat man's chest was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his face turned from gray to pale. Although it was still ugly, it also felt a little vitality.

After twisting out the Huanyang Dan, Nanfeng staggered toward the grass on the east side, and soon found the Eighth Master. The poor Eighth Master was bleeding from his mouth and nose and died there.

The magical effect of the Huanyang Pill shocked Nan Feng. Huats's previous statement was true, and this thing could really bring about a resurrection.

Even though they knew that the Resurrection Yang Dan could be resurrected, they knew that the two of them had only this Resurrection Yang Dan left at this time. However, Nanfeng did not hesitate or reluctance at all. He hugged the Eighth Master, squeezed the bird's beak and stuffed the Resurrection Yang Dan in.

After the Yang Dan melted into his throat, Nanfeng hugged the Eighth Master back to the side of the fat man. While stroking the Eighth Master to help it relieve its breath, he frequently tested the fat man's breathing.

Soon, the wound on the fat man's chest healed completely. After a muffled groan, he bent his waist and thrust his back and took a deep breath.

"How is it?" Nanfeng leaned closer.

The fat man had already opened his eyes at this time, but his eyes were very confused. He didn't ask, but he knew that he was living in death and had not yet come back to his senses.

"It's so dangerous, fortunately there is a return of Yang Dan." Nan Feng said. His words were mainly for the fat man to hear, and the purpose was to help the fat man come back to his senses as soon as possible.

The fat man's eyes were still confused and he didn't respond.

"Is it okay?" Nan Feng was scared. People have three souls and seven spirits. After a person dies, the soul will soon leave the body. Could it be that the fat man has lost his soul?

The fat man took a quick breath but still didn't answer.

"Hey, hey." Nan Feng reached out and slapped the fat man's cheek.

"Why are you hitting me?" asked the fat man.

Although the fat man opened his mouth, his eyes were very dull, and saliva flowed out from the corners of his mouth when he spoke.

Seeing this, Nan Feng was really panicked. It was over, and the fat man really lost his soul.

"Don't scare me." Nan Feng cried.

The fat man turned over and sat up, grinning silly.

It is not difficult for Taoist priests to attract souls. Most Taoists can use similar magic, but Nan Feng does not, because he has never learned it.

Just as Nan Feng was anxious and reluctant, the Eighth Master in his arms made a noise, "Ga, ga!"

While screaming, the Eighth Master began to struggle and flutter. Nanfeng didn't care about comforting him and hugged the Eighth Master tightly. At the same time, he reached out and grabbed its mouth. He must not let Tianshanzi and others hear the Eighth Master's scream. If he turned around, he would be really dead.

"Ah, where is that dog Taoist priest?" The fat man got up in panic and looked around in a hurry.

"Are you okay?" Nan Feng was both surprised and happy.

"What's going on?" The fat man looked at his left chest, "Who saved us?"

Seeing that the fat man regained his spiritual consciousness, Nan Feng was overjoyed, "No one saved us, it was Uncle Wang who gave us the return Yang Dan."

When the fat man heard this, he immediately lowered his hands and touched his waist back.

The Eighth Master was frightened and struggled. Nanfeng held it with one hand and its mouth with the other, but he couldn't free his hand to touch it, so he could only comfort him softly.

"Your neck is covered with blood." said the fat man.

"It's not a big deal, pack up and leave quickly." Nanfeng walked back with his eighth master in his arms.

At this time, the Taiqing Taoist Taoist was fighting fiercely with the monks led by Wuchang Temple. One of the old monks seemed to want to use supernatural powers, and the other monks surrounded him, intending to protect the Dharma. However, the Taiqing Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist was fighting left and right, and there was no chance to practice with the old monk.

The two of them were scared to death. They dared not watch the battle, picked up things, and hurried away.

The two of them had lost too much blood before, and they were all weak and staggering, but they did not dare to slack off when they ran for their lives, and gritted their teeth and marched hard.

When they went down to the foot of the mountain, they found a stream. The two of them were already sweating profusely and were almost exhausted. When they saw the stream, they hurried forward and drank it hard.

The Eighth Master had settled down at this time, and Nanfeng brought it closer to the stream, but the Eighth Master did not drink it.

Helplessly, the Nanfeng let it go and got freedom. The Eighth Master was much more free. He shook his feathers from the shore, and then walked to the stream to drink water by himself.

The stream water was cool, and after drinking water, the two of them lost a little fatigue, so they scooped up the stream water to clean the blood.

The fat man didn't know the funeral, so he asked. Nan Feng briefly told him and explained his doubts.

"Luckily he didn't prick your heart, otherwise you wouldn't even have the chance to take medicine." The fat man was very scared.

"If I didn't scold him, he might really do that." Nan Feng said. Tianshanzi killed the fat man and kicked the Eighth Master to death. He was born in the market and scolded him in anger. Tianshanzi heard the beginning and guessed that he would greet his mother, so he blocked his throat with a sword, which made him unable to speak out.

In fact, Tian Shanzi did achieve his goal. His words "My buttocks" were indeed not fully called, but fortunately he did not admit defeat before. If he begged for his life, Tian Shanzi would have given him a heartbreak.

Suffering losses is a lesson, and benefiting is experience. Although this time is dangerous, it has gained experience. No matter how strong his opponent is, he can beat him if he can't avoid it. If he can't beat him, he will scold him if he can. A tough guy may not be able to survive, and a coward will definitely die.

Except for fools, no one is afraid of death, and fat people are also afraid, "Oh, if I had known, I would have been hiding far away and would not move forward."

"It's useless. Taiqing Sect has set up ambushes in all directions. If we turn around, we may have been discovered by them long ago." Nanfeng waved his hand and shook his head. The two of them didn't want to go over to watch the fun. They went to the periphery just to find out the situation. They left and hid in the mountains without waiting for the two sides to start a war. This was extremely careful. This time, they were discovered not because of the inadequate concern, but because of bad luck, not man-made disaster, but because of natural disasters.

"Go away quickly, go away." The fat man picked up his bag.

"Don't go too far, just find a place to hide nearby." Nan Feng said. There is no water everywhere in the mountains. Moreover, through Tian Shanzi's previous actions, it is not difficult to find that this person is extremely conceited about his martial arts cultivation. He thought that the two of them were not alive, and the possibility of turning around is not high.

The cave is not so easy to find, but trees close to the stream can be seen everywhere. The two of them wandered upwards and settled down under a big tree near the water.

Since then, the two of them didn't care about the battle situation of Taoism and Buddha at this time. No matter who wins and who loses, it has nothing to do with them. The most urgent task is to save their lives.

They lost too much blood, were exhausted, and soon they fell asleep.

Due to the severe frightened before, the Eighth Master was not very energetic and squatted beside Nanfeng and did not whistle.

The south wind was awakened by the cold, the surrounding light was unclear, and the specific time was not known. However, it was summer and it could only wake up the person in the second half of the night.

The Eighth Master was able to see things at night. When he saw Nanfeng awakening, he looked up at him and croaked.

Nanfeng picked up the eighth master and stroked his feathers.

Although they are all gurgling, they have a subtle difference. At this time, he was able to judge what it wanted to do based on the Eighth Master's call. Knowing that Eighth Master was hungry, he got up and slaughtered a grass chicken and let it peck on its own.

After drinking water from the stream, Nanfeng returned to his original place and sat cross-legged. What he was taking was a male silkworm, and he could not revive, but could only be reborn. At this time, the medicinal power of the Tian Silkworm had entered the blood, and had lost a lot of blood before, which was very likely to affect the speed of tempering meridians.

After careful observation, Nanfeng knew it. He guessed that a large amount of blood loss did lead to partial loss of medicine. Although it would not affect the effect of transformation, it would prolong the time required for this process. It is roughly estimated that it would be delayed by one to two months on the original basis.

Everything has pros and cons, and everything has both pros and cons, but this does not mean that the pros and cons of anything are equal. On the contrary, things with equal pros and cons are rarely encountered. Most of the things have more pros and cons or more pros and cons. Just as yesterday evening incident, it should be more pros and cons. Taiqing Sect always regarded him as a thorn in his eyes, almost trying to kill him quickly. Now they finally got what they want. From then on, Taiqing Sect will never think of him again.

Nanfeng had never eaten before. At this time, he was a little hungry, so he touched the dry food and cushioned it. The Yang Dan was a healing product. He had a little pain in drinking water yesterday, and he had swallowed it easily at this time, as before.

As the saying goes, you have special skills, but it is rare to have high martial arts skills, but it is also shocking to practice Qi Huang's skills to the point where Uncle Wang is.

Thinking of Uncle Wang, he thought that Wang Zhong, Wang Zhong and others’ whereabouts were not secret. If Uncle Wang wanted to take revenge, he would definitely be able to find them. Will the death of Wang Zhong and his wife be related to Uncle Wang?

"I don't know if our horse was stolen." The fat man woke up.

"It shouldn't be." Nan Feng said. The horse was in the woods, and it would be difficult to find it if it didn't go nearby. However, what he was worried about at this time was not the horse. The two of them carried a lot of gold and silver on them. They could buy it again if the horse was gone. What he was worried about was the carriage, to be precise, the pair of hammers on the carriage. Although he didn't know what the pair of hammers came from, one thing was certain. The pair of hammers were made of black iron, and black iron was something that could not be found.

The fat man untied his bag and got dry food, "Do you recognize the dog Taoist priest yesterday?"

"This human being is called Tianshanzi. After I leave Taiqing Sect, he may be responsible for pursuing me." Nan Feng said that when Ling Lianzi and others died, the carrier pigeon was released, and Tianshanzi came.

"I'll have to beat him sooner or later, called him Dad." The fat man was so angry that he couldn't calm down.

Nan Feng said, "I saw clearly yesterday that after you cast eight golden bodies, he stabbed you with a sword but couldn't hurt you. He just stabbed you with one palm before stabbing in. You have only reached the third level now. I feel that you don't have to practice to the eighth level. You only need to practice to the fifth level, and the purple Qi master will not hurt you."

After hearing what Nanfeng said, the fat man was in a good mood. "You can remember it for me. This guy must not spare him easily."

Nanfeng nodded.

The fat man took a cake and bit it in his mouth, tied up his bag, took it down and stood up, "It's almost dawn, I guess it's over and I'll go over and take a look."

"Looking from a distance, don't get close." Nanfeng reminded.
Chapter completed!