Nie Fan didn't pay attention to the yellow grid girl's gaze. He sat down on a chair on the side and began to think about it secretly.

Tonight, you should be able to use the medicinal materials here to cleanse the essence and cut the marrow. After a while, you can strengthen your foundation and strengthen your energy to enter the first level of Qi training and re-enter the path of cultivation. If you can find Huang Long Er and the Hidden Dragon Root again, you can

Entering the third level of Qi training in one fell swoop, this way, you can be considered as having the power to protect yourself.

The yellow grid girl saw Nie Fan sitting there, silent and still staring angrily at him with big eyes, fearing that Nie Fan would suddenly jump up and run away.

Soon the young woman in black walked in, first glanced at Nie Fan who was sitting on the chair, then quickly walked to the bed, helped the old man up, and slowly fed the ginger soup into his mouth.

"Let him lie down for a while, and he should wake up within a quarter of an hour." Nie Fan said calmly when he saw the young woman in black letting go of the old man and letting him lie down again.

He just checked the old man's pulse and found that there was a special power in his body. It was not like real energy, but it seemed that this power protected his heart and allowed him to live until now.

‘Are there still cultivators with special powers in this world?’ Nie Fan thought to himself. He also knew that cultivation is not only about condensing true energy, but there are also cultivators of other special powers, but those are recognized as crooked ways and not the right way.

"Humph, only a ghost will believe you!" The girl with yellow grid stood beside the young woman and said with eyes wide open.

The young woman in black put down the old man and frowned slightly. There was still a glimmer of hope in her heart, but after Nie Fan's words, it disappeared at all. A bowl of ginger soup can cure terminal diseases that others cannot cure.

Can you wake up in a quarter of an hour?

"It seems that dad's illness has made all of us anxious." The young woman couldn't help but sigh as she thought about what Lingling had told her about this young man without thinking.

Nie Fan couldn't see what the aunt-nephew was thinking, and couldn't explain to him that ginger could harmonize Huanglong Er and Qianlonggen, so he patiently said nothing.

After about five or six minutes, the young woman looked at her father who had not changed at all on the bed, and her heart completely went cold. She turned to look at Nie Fan and said politely: "This gentleman..."

"Ahem"

Before she could finish speaking, suddenly, the old man lying on the bed coughed violently.

The expressions of the young woman in black and the girl in yellow changed at the same time, and they immediately turned to look at the old man on the bed.

I saw a blush rising on the old man's originally pale face, his hands and feet began to tremble unconsciously, and the breath from his nose gradually became heavier.

"Hold his hands and feet," Nie Fan said before they could ask questions, "Now the ginger soup is neutralizing the power of the medicine, and he will be fine after five or six minutes."

The young woman looked back at Nie Fan, but didn't care too much. She quickly looked at the girl with yellow grid and said: "Lingling, hold down grandpa's legs. Your dad will be here soon. Don't worry."

"Yeah." After hearing what the young woman in black said, the girl in yellow grid, who was still a little guilty, suddenly gained courage, threw herself on the quilt behind the bed, and held down the old man's legs.

The young woman held down the old man's hands, frowned, pursed her lips, and her brows were full of worry.

The old man struggled more and more fiercely, and even some foam was spitting out from the corners of his mouth. His expression was slightly ferocious, and he seemed to be in great pain.

Not long after, the old man actually cried out in pain, and the muscles in the corners of his face trembled unconsciously.

The young woman in black looked anxious. She had seen this situation before many old people died.

"Jingxuan, what's going on?" Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a square face rushed in and ran straight to the bed.

As soon as Nie Fan saw this middle-aged man, he felt a chilling aura, and he vaguely felt that this middle-aged man had the same special power as the old man.

Just as the young woman in black was about to speak, the old man who had been struggling so hard suddenly straightened his body, his eyes suddenly opened, his lips wriggled, and he suddenly fell straight down.

"dad……"

"grandfather……"

The expressions of the middle-aged man, the young woman in black, and the yellow-checkered girl immediately changed, and they all rushed towards the old man's head.

The old man's lips turned black, his breath was so weak that he could hardly feel it, and his body gradually cooled down from warmth.

The young woman in black and the girl in yellow plaid were all panicked, surrounding the old man and calling him repeatedly, with extremely anxious expressions.

"It's you!" Suddenly, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at Nie Fan with a pair of tiger eyes filled with murderous intent.

Nie Fan knew that this was a sign that the power of the medicine had neutralized. The old man would wake up in a minute or two. Just as he was about to speak, the middle-aged man suddenly grabbed Nie Fan's shoulder with a hand like an eagle's claw.

Nie Fan's eyes flickered, and he turned to one side to avoid the middle-aged man's hand.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then his eyes became even more angry, and his hands were like sharp claws, and he grabbed Nie Fan as fast as lightning.

Nie Fan watched the middle-aged man's movements, while avoiding, secretly comparing the special power in his body with his true essence.

Soon Nie Fan discovered from the middle-aged man's movements and aura that this power seemed to be a primary power, just a kind of 'qi' state, far not as powerful as the powers he knew, and even less powerful than the ones he knew.

Shangzhenyuan.

The middle-aged man couldn't defeat Nie Fan with seven or eight moves in a row, and his face immediately turned gloomy. He instantly thought that Nie Fan had deliberately come to harm his father, which was even more intolerable. He raised his strength to the extreme, using both fists

His legs pressed towards Nie Fan extremely quickly. He originally had a three-point margin, but now he shot with all his strength.

Nie Fan only relied on his eyesight and keen perception to dodge, and had no strength to contend with the middle-aged man. Seeing the middle-aged man's attack becoming more and more fierce, Nie Fan couldn't help but frown.

"Stop." Just when the middle-aged man felt that he could take down Nie Fan, a weak but loud voice suddenly sounded in the room.

The middle-aged man's movements were almost instinctive, and he suddenly turned his head.

"Dad, are you awake?" The young woman in black, who had already thought that he was dying, suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at the old man who had opened his eyes and his breathing was gradually stabilizing and said in shock and joy.

The middle-aged man ignored Nie Fan and walked to the bed. Looking at his father who had been in a coma for several years, he couldn't hide his excitement and said, "Dad, are you really awake?"

The yellow grid girl also looked at the old man with a surprised look on her face and said, "Grandpa, are you okay?"

The old man nodded to the three of them, turned to look at Nie Fan, who was walking slowly over, and said breathlessly: "Although I couldn't speak before, I can hear what you said. Little brother, please don't blame them.

…”

Nie Fan nodded, his expression indifferent.

It seemed that he had slept for too long. There was little expression on the old man's face and his breath was weak, but his tone was still full of gratitude. "Little brother, it's not convenient for me right now. Please don't leave. If you have anything to do, just ask them to do it. Stay with me."

If it's better, I'll personally thank you for your life-saving grace..."

The young woman in black Zhao Jingxuan, the square middle-aged man Zhao Hongwu, and even the baby-fat Zhao Lingling immediately nodded to Nie Fan. Zhao Hongwu looked at Nie Fan with a sincere face and said in a deep voice: "Little brother, you were so offended just now.

If you have anything to say, just say it, I, Zhao Hongwu, will never say anything!"
Chapter completed!