The beast tide comes and goes quickly. It only takes three or four days to get there.
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Three days ago, the first thing Qi Fan did when he returned to the sect was to inquire about Yuan Peng and see if the fat man was still there.
Fortunately, there were not many disciples left in the sect, only about 200 people. I found him by just asking around with the deacons.
But when Qi Fan saw Yuan Peng, he was a little angry.
That peaceful sleeping face, that round body, that slightly pale complexion! Apart from not waking up, isn't this much better than most healthy people?
Doesn't this look like a serious injury?
Qi Fan even thought that Yuan Peng was joking with him at that moment, so he raised his big palm and was about to slap it down on his round belly.
It happened that a deacon came over to see how the disciples were recovering from their injuries. When he saw this scene, he quickly stopped Qi Fan, otherwise he would have slapped him.
After listening to what the deacon said, Qi Fan left the room sarcastically.
He thought in embarrassment, 'Fortunately, the deacon came by chance, otherwise the fat man would not have died in the hands of those people, but he might have died in his own hands.'
I just had some doubts in my heart. It was just that my Dantian was traumatized. Why was I unconscious? It was not that my sea of consciousness was traumatized.
Even after checking it with my spiritual sense, I found that my Dantian did not suffer much trauma, it was just a tremor.
But it has stabilized, and logically speaking, it should wake up.
This doubt has always been in Qi Fan's heart, but he has no better way, so he can only hope that Fat Jiren will have his own destiny.
In the past few days since returning to the sect, Qi Fan has not practiced even once, and has given himself a good holiday wholeheartedly.
The whole person's condition has also returned to its peak.
Qi Fan, who was beside the window sill and looking at the sky in a trance, could not help but picture Qing Lang's palm and countless sword energy slaying the beasts in his mind.
'That's what we should do...' Qi Fan looked yearning, and then murmured to himself, 'I don't know if the fat man is awake yet.'
'Including the beast tide and the past few days since they came back, it will take at least a week.'
Thinking of this, Qi Fan jumped down from the window sill and walked towards the row of houses adjacent to the sect's main hall.
Along the way, Qi Fan saw many ordinary people sincerely repairing the collapsed and damaged palace attics.
These people are among the best construction experts in nearby cities. It can be said that the repairs of nearby cities and the construction of those families were basically made by them.
On weekdays, he can be regarded as a person who has broadened his horizons. There are people who have dealt with precious and not precious materials.
But here, materials that are precious to them can be seen everywhere, and some materials have even never been seen before.
Ordinary attics are okay, but some of the more important halls require disciples from the Xuanyuan Sect to help process the materials before the renovation can proceed.
Everyone is cautious and extremely satisfied at the same time. They are able to master their craftsmanship in the Immortal Sect in their lifetime. How can this be done to death?
"Hello, Senior Brother Qi!" Qi Fan could hear the greetings from his junior brothers wherever he walked.
Qi Fan also smiled and nodded. As for the workers, there was no need to stop what they were doing to salute.
This was something the sect leader personally confessed. The sect leader’s original words were that the rules are not important, the important thing is to complete the repairs as soon as possible.
It didn't take long for Qi Fan to arrive at the house next to the main hall. This was a relatively well-preserved building in the sect.
It is also a place specially used to heal the injured disciples of the sect. There are two people in a room. Every day, special deacons come to check on the recovery status of the disciples.
However, there are not many people here now, and there are only twenty or thirty people with serious internal injuries who are still recovering.
Qi Fan opened a door with ease and frowned as he looked at the fat man who was still sleeping peacefully.
Still not awake?
Immediately, the spiritual consciousness looked at Yuan Peng, and his brows furrowed even more tightly. The trauma was basically healed, that is, a little scab had not fallen off naturally.
The Dantian has also recovered to the point of fullness. I am completely in a healthier state. How come I haven’t woken up yet?
What's going on?
Qi Fan, who was worried, used his spiritual sense to probe four or five times in a row, and Qi Fan took a look at every bit of the fat man's body.
There was a look of shock in his eyes. Why were the fat man's eyes so small? No bigger than a finger!
The next moment, Qi Fan shook his head vigorously. No, no, this was not what shocked him.
Then Qi Fan began to look at Yuan Peng carefully. His Dantian was slightly stronger than ordinary people.
It seemed to be slightly larger than before, but Qi Fan was not sure, after all, the change was too weak.
The only thing Qi Fan could be sure of was that the fat man's meridians and body were strengthening very slowly. If he hadn't used his spiritual sense to detect it several times, he wouldn't have been able to find it.
There was some speculation in his mind, but Qi Fan was still not completely sure. This situation seemed to be similar to the situation when he was taken away by True Lord Xinghuo before.
But it was different. At least my Dantian and body did not change at that time, but my pure spiritual consciousness and sea of consciousness became much stronger.
For a moment, Qi Fan became even more confused, but it was difficult for him to tell the sect about this situation. Who knew how the sect would treat this situation.
Especially now that the sect has been hit hard, if Fatty was dealt with directly just as a precaution...Qi Fan will never forgive himself in this life.
Qi Fan sighed, stretched out his hand and put it on the fat man's body. He gently used his spiritual power to move through Yuan Peng's body and combed his body.
Although it had no effect, at least it made me feel better. At least, I didn't do nothing and just let the fat man lie here.
And just when Qi Fan finished combing and was about to leave, Fatty's eyes suddenly opened and he looked at Qi Fan expressionlessly.
At that moment, Qi Fan seemed to have appeared in a thousand-year-old glacier, with chills surrounding his body, goosebumps all over his body, and alarm bells ringing in his heart.
It was as if the person in front of him was not Yuan Peng, but an extremely ferocious monster with overwhelming killing intent.
In a daze, a huge pig head appeared in front of him, with two sharp fangs hanging from his mouth. A sea of blood rose behind him, and even Qi Fan seemed to smell the smell of blood rising to the sky.
The next moment, a look of doubt suddenly appeared in the pig demon's two huge eyes, and his big mouth opened and closed twice, as if he was saying something...
However, before Qi Fan could tell what he said, or in other words, was the pig demon talking?
A voice of disgust pulled Qi Fan back from his trance.
"Brother Fan, why are you looking at me like this?"
"I can tell you, although you are stronger than me, I will never obey you."
"But if you really have that idea, I...I...I can't beat you anyway!" Yuan Peng closed his eyes after saying this, as if he had endured great humiliation.