The sound of curses echoed on the top floor of the hotel building.
Lu Fan withdrew his eyes lightly, turned around and bent down to help Song Yingyu, who had fallen on the ground, onto the sofa. After checking her injuries, he discovered that these overseas monks had actually sealed her Dantian with their true energy.
His brows furrowed slightly.
His martial arts heart is now shattered, his Dantian is dead, and he is unable to mobilize his true energy to help Song Yingyu out of the siege.
He thought for a while, then took out his phone and dialed a number.
Soon, the hotel elevator dinged, and several figures quickly rushed out and broke into the suite door.
"what happened?"
The first one to rush in was Qi Qianming.
When he was at the Prince Hotel, he left a card for Lu Fan with his phone number on it.
He thought it would be difficult for Lu Fan to call him, but he didn't expect that the call would arrive before the next day.
Qi Qianming stood in the hotel suite with a group of Qianshamen disciples, looking around with a heavy expression.
"With such a strong fluctuation of true energy, could it be that some mysterious master battle just happened here?"
As the Great Mystic Master, Qi Qianming keenly captured the aura of fighting lingering in the air of the room.
However, when he saw the blood mist all over the ground and Song Yingyu beside Lu Fan, his expression froze, and he walked over and asked, "It's not like those people refused to admit defeat and came to your door to take revenge on you."
Bar?"
"First remove her restraints. I have just been in retreat to adjust my breathing, so it is not convenient for the time being."
Lu Fan did not answer his words, but looked at Song Yingyu beside him.
Qi Qianming nodded, and then checked Song Yingyu's body, then pinched the spell with his hand, a faint white halo appeared on his fingertips, and he touched Song Yingyu's eyebrows.
"hiss……"
Song Yingyu frowned, took a breath of air, and slowly opened his eyes.
