In Minghu District, in a villa with an elegant environment and a faint and beautiful atmosphere of mountains and rivers, Ouyang Bowen, covered in blood, sat cross-legged on the green grass, operating the unique skills of the Ouyang clan, stimulating the power of blood in his body. The faint spiritual energy in the surrounding space entered his pores and merged into the blood, promoting the recovery of blood power.

Even if there is no exercise, the blood power in the Ouyang clan's body will gradually be stimulated, or when the power is exhausted, it will be replenished by itself, but all the time is relatively long.

This technique of their family was developed by the ancestors of the Ouyang family. They studied many top techniques in the martial arts world and tried it for hundreds of years before they created this technique. With this technique, the speed of stimulating the power in the blood in the body will increase a lot, and the recovery speed will also increase.

Just as Ouyang Bowen was regulating the injuries in his body and recovering his blood, Ouyang Mo, who had a slightly pale face, walked over and stopped twenty meters away from Ouyang Bowen.

After returning to the villa last night, Ouyang Mo was about to report to Ouyang Bowen about their ambushing Ye Xiaofeng. However, Ouyang Bowen was seriously injured and could not be disturbed at the critical moment of breathing. Moreover, he was seriously injured and needed breathing. He just felt that his physical condition had improved a lot, so he rushed over.

After a long time, the spiritual energy gathered around Ouyang Bowen suddenly dissipated. He opened his eyes, a light flashed by, and let out a long breath, looking at Ouyang Mo and asked, "Uncle Mo, what's the matter with me?"

"Young Master, yesterday we led eight dead soldiers to intercept Ye Xiaofeng on his way back, but failed, all the eight dead soldiers were killed by him." Ouyang Mo lowered his head and said in a panic, for fear that Ouyang Bowen would blame him.

After hearing this, Ouyang Bowen's eyes shone with unexpected glory. He did not blame Ouyang Mo. Although the eight dead soldiers were very important, it was enough to let him know about Ye Xiaofeng's situation. Moreover, Ouyang Mo was so loyal to him. Of course, he would not blame Ouyang Mo for the only eight dead soldiers like wood.

"Oh? He is so tenacious. He was seriously injured in a battle with me. He can even kill eight dead soldiers who cooperated with him with great tacit understanding. Even you are seriously injured. It seems that his strength is really shocking!" Ouyang Bowen said with a deep look.

"Young Master, I guess he suffered much more serious injuries than you. In addition, he killed eight dead soldiers and his body was very exhausted. Should we send someone to kill him?" Ouyang Mo asked respectfully.

After hearing this, Ouyang Bowen was a little moved, but suddenly he thought of the shame that Ye Xiaofeng brought him, his face became bad, and an angry light popped up in his eyes. After a moment, his expression returned to normal, and a strange smile appeared on his face, "No need, maybe there is someone behind him, we can't kill him, let alone even if he dies, I won't let him die so easily. I want to humiliate him severely at tomorrow's martial arts meeting, so that everyone in the world knows that Ye Xiaofeng is not my Ouyang Bowen's opponent, and then kill him again. At that time, even if there is someone behind him, you are not afraid. After all, it is inevitable that there will be damage to the martial arts competition."

"Yes, young master." Ouyang Mo said respectfully.

"Okay, you go back first. I have to adjust my breathing and my injuries quickly. You can also adjust my breathing and my injuries!" Ouyang Bowen waved his hand and said.

"Thank you for your concern," Ouyang Mo said with his head down, and then left.

Ye Xiaofeng, I didn’t expect that your life was quite strong, but it’s okay, let me solve you personally! A cold light burst out from Ouyang Bowen’s eyes, and then he closed his eyes and continued to restore the power in the blood in his body.

In the affordable community, Ye Xiaofeng sat on a chair on the roof, closing his eyes and exerting his magical skills. Almost the worldly aura of the entire affordable neighborhood was thinking that Ye Xiaofeng gathered together. He was happy, angry, sad, fear, love, hatred, and pity for the six desires of seven middles, seeing, listening, smell, smell, touch, and intention, all gathered in the space within three meters around Ye Xiaofeng. I am afraid that no matter who has entered this range, he will be affected by the seven emotions and six desires, and will fall into his own emotions and desire vortex.

The power of lust has entered Ye Xiaofeng's body and is refined into pure true qi. The true qi is divided into two, a small part of it enters the dantian, and a part of it enters various parts of the body, repairing his internal organs.

At this time, all the white gauze wrapped in the scars on Ye Xiaofeng's upper body exploded, and the alien force on the deep claw marks was directly refined by Ye Xiaofeng. The cells near the scars split at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, the scars healed and scars formed, but it would probably take three or four days to heal completely.

Every moment, the injuries in Ye Xiaofeng's body were constantly recovering, and the crystal clear divine crystal in the divine court emitted a faint and gorgeous light again. Although it was dim, the light was increasing little by little.

Just as Ye Xiaofeng was recuperating his injuries, the third grade of No. 1 Middle School was already in class. Duan Minrou walked into the classroom and saw that Ye Xiaofeng was empty under her eyes. She felt a little uncomfortable. Although Su Muxue had asked her for leave, she still felt strange and her heart was empty.

When Su Muxue asked her for leave, she didn't say why, but she just said something was wrong. She wanted to ask what was wrong and could not attend class, but in the end she gave up the idea. She planned to give Ye Xiaofeng a good political class to him after he came to school.

When He Yushi saw Ye Xiaofeng not coming, she looked back and saw Su Muxue no longer. She felt a little surprised. They were fine when they left last night, why didn’t they come to school today? Is something wrong? He Yushi thought to herself, although she knew Ye Xiaofeng had special abilities, she was still worried. She was absent-minded in the class and didn’t know what the English teacher said.

Ye Xiaofeng's deskmate Danalan saw that the teacher had already come in. Before Ye Xiaofeng came, she felt a little strange in her heart, as if she was missing a partner to talk to, or a person to solve the problem.

As for Ming Wei's emotions, it was even more complicated. There was worry, jealousy, and a hint of resentment in her (5) eyes.

At about six o'clock in the afternoon, Su Muxue woke up, her face recovered, she washed up a little and walked out. When she saw the faint bright light surrounding Ye Xiaofeng, she did not dare to disturb her. She knew that Ye Xiaofeng was healing.

Su Muxue walked downstairs, and after about forty minutes, she took a large plastic in her hand and came back. The food she bought out. At this time, Xiao Fu woke up.

Originally, they were preparing to wait for Ye Xiaofeng to eat together, but they hadn't eaten for almost a day and a night, and they didn't know when Ye Xiaofeng would wake up from that state, so they started eating first.

At about 7:30 pm, Ye Xiaofeng's body was surrounded by brilliant light and all of them were trapped into his body. After a breath, he opened his eyes, his eyes as bright as stars.

The two girls moved two stools and sat at the door, looking at Ye Xiaofeng, and after seeing the light on his body disappear, a hint of joy appeared on his face.

"Xiaofeng." "Brother." The two of them called out at the same time. Ye Xiaofeng turned his head and smiled at them, and then turned his eyes to the stairs.

He Yushi, who was dotted with a patterned white dress, walked up.
Chapter completed!