Now that Tu Wen has woken up, he will definitely do something big later, so it is better to adjust his breathing as soon as possible to maintain his physical strength.
On the other end, Chu Linglong was always speaking softly, holding Tu Wen's hand and chatting with him.
This was probably the first time Chu Linglong had been so patient in her life. Even though Tu Wen didn't respond, she still maintained a gentle smile.
temporary.
A few hours passed, and Tu Wen was still standing beside the bed like a piece of wood.
Chu Linglong got angry, punched Tu Wen's chest with both fists, and cried: "I have suffered so much for you, if you don't wake up, I will ignore you from now on!"
The little daughter's squeamishness is definitely on display.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Chu Linglong finished speaking, the wooden scribbler creaked and moved his hands and feet, lowered his head and looked at her, and said, "I'm sorry, Miss, I woke up late."
Song Ling didn't bother to look at their affection, so she got up and walked out, trying to call Song Mo back.
The commotion in Changshan Taoist Hall kept rising again and again. Until Song Mo returned to the inn, the explosions at the other end did not stop.
In Song Mo's words, when dealing with a madman, you have to be crazier than the madman.
The trouble he left for Ling Feiyan was far more than Ling Feiyan imagined. This also bought Tu Wen some time to prepare and allow him to recover.
Dogwood is downstairs.
Seeing Song Ling coming down, she got up and went over, handing Song Ling a brocade bag.
"It was sent from the auction hall. Since you haven't been here recently, I helped you keep it." After Zhuyu finished speaking, she looked up at the second floor and frowned: "It was just rumored outside that Chu Linglong was back. It sounded like she was going to
Is it really okay for Soucheng to make such a big fuss now?"
Song Ling took the brocade bag, opened it and took a look.
Inside are the remaining two sets of materials for condensing the physical body.
It's easy to do things with the spirit stone. Song Ling only needs to get the spirit stone out, and the rest of the auction hall can help keep things in order.
"Don't worry, it's okay." Song Ling raised his hand to call the bronze furnace out, sorted out another piece of material, put it into the bronze furnace, and continued: "I cooperated with them just for that Lingluo
It’s just sand, some troubles need to be shared.”
Cornel barked.
Looking at Song Ling's expression, she knew that everything was under Song Ling's control.
"Call me if you have anything. I'll rest first." Song Mo yawned and put his arm around Song Ling's shoulder. After saying that, he disappeared into Song Ling's sea of consciousness and stopped talking.
During the battle in the inner hall of Changshan Dao, Song Mo consumed a lot of spiritual power. It was normal to want to rest at this time.
Song Ling patted the dogwood tree and said, "Wait for me at the inn with this stove later. No matter what happens, don't leave the inn and don't let the stove out of your sight."
In fact, Song Ling used magic to cover up his cheating.
It seemed that it was a spell that caused the spiritual spring pool in the inner palace to dry up. In fact, Song Ling used the spell to secretly lead the spiritual spring to a place outside his own realm.
Now there are a lot of spiritual springs poured into the bronze furnace, which can help Song Ling speed up the process of condensing his physical body.
Others like Song Ling cannot be trusted, but Dogwood is just right.
"Okay." Zhuyu hugged the bronze furnace with both hands, nodded, and said, "You still have to be careful. The lunatics on Changshan Road have a good reputation. They might do something unexpected at some point."
Song Ling raised his eyebrows and smiled, and replied: "Yes, Chang Shandao is a madman, but so are Chu Linglong and Tu Wen. I will not interfere in the internal affairs of their sect. When Ling Feiyan is kicked out, I will
When it comes to taking action.”
Even if Tu Wen really had the ability to kill Ling Feiyan, he couldn't do it.
It is a taboo for fellow members to kill each other.
This is why Ling Feiyan already controlled Chang Shan Dao, but still had to be secretive before he could get rid of Chu Linglong and Tu Wen.
Rinku Castle was under martial law that day.
Groups of Changshan Dao disciples searched the city for Chu Linglong's traces. However, before they could find Chu Linglong, Tu Wen had already broken into the main hall of Changshan Dao with his sword in hand in full view of everyone.
Someone wants to challenge Changshan Taoist master Ling Feiyan.
The news spread like wildfire.
For a time, people from both inside and outside Changshan Road flocked to the main hall, intending to witness this rare scene.
Song Ling was also mixed in the crowd.
The place where the competition takes place is at the Shinyun Palace, which is said to be a large arena that can be seen by the entire Rinku City.
Moreover, whoever establishes a firm foothold in Xinyun Palace, accepts, and successfully wins the challenge from willing inner disciples of Chang Shan Dao, can become the senior brother of Chang Shan Dao.
Tu Wen walked onto the stage of Xinyun Palace amid cheers.
"Isn't this a graffiti?"
"Are you the young lady's personal bodyguard?"
There were whispers in the crowd.
"Young lady, please don't talk nonsense. The current eldest lady is Chu Jibai."
"Yes, yes, and... In fact, Tu Wen is also a direct disciple of Sect Leader Chu, but in order to take care of him, he became a personal bodyguard."
"Doesn't that mean that Tu Wen's cultivation level is about the same as that of Senior Brother Ling? That's really a pity."
"Otherwise, if he stands up now, he is probably dissatisfied with having to submit to others again."
Everyone began to look forward to Tu Wen.
But Tu Wen turned his wrist, raised two sword flowers, and said: "Ling Feiyan, as Changshan Dao Senior Brother, you should love and protect the disciples in the sect, but who knows, you are so ambitious that you kill
Miss, put the sect leader under house arrest!"
The voice was enveloped by spiritual power, deafening and deafening.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Ling Feiyan said in a deep voice with a wooden face: "Tu Wen, as a disciple of Changshan Dao, you violated the sect leader's instructions and kidnapped the sect leader's daughter and let her die. What should you do?
crime!"
Sentence for sentence.
If you said I killed Chu Linglong, I would bite you back and say it was you who did it.
The group of onlookers below didn’t know who to believe. They simply didn’t believe anyone. They just waited to open the stage and start the fight, waiting to watch the excitement.
At this moment, there was a clicking sound from all around the arena.
Six golden talismans appeared out of thin air and enveloped the arena in the blink of an eye. They were linked to each other smoothly, forming a golden protective shield above the arena.
"You know, I have evidence, but I will ruin your reputation after defeating you." After Tu Wen finished speaking, he jumped forward and attacked.
Watching the civil war on Changshan Road is really pleasing to the eye.
The wind and thunder spells came and went, and in an instant, a heavy rain gathered, and the two of them were drenched in the head.
Liu Ying, who had the remaining strength of their spells, shuttled between the heavy rain, carrying a murderous aura and being extremely fierce.
The movements in the arena will not be transmitted outside. Those spells protect the arena and also protect the people watching the excitement outside the arena.
"Who do you think will win?" someone asked in a low voice.
Song Ling then went over, took out a wooden plate, swung it around, and said with a smile: "I bet on a spiritual stone. Tu Wen will definitely win."