Chapter 1785

The slave went out after lunch.

Come back in the evening!

When she came back, her steps were obviously more staggering than usual. Every step seemed to consume all her strength.

Although the little slave pretended to be normal.

Zhao Fang still noticed the dried blood on the little slave's thigh.

This trace did not exist at lunch.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Fang frowned.

"I accidentally fell down." Xiao Nu smiled.

"I'll make medicine for the patriarch."

Then he went to work.

"Little slave!"

Zhao Fang suddenly spoke.

"Ah ~"

The little slave subconsciously looked up.

But he found that Zhao Fang was looking at himself.

The little slave was slightly stunned and trembled fiercely in his heart.

Then he hurriedly shifted his eyes and didn't dare to see Zhao Fang.

At that moment.

Zhao Fangping's momentum in her eyes made her feel oppressive in the face of the elder.

"Tell me, who did it?"

"I, I..."

The little slave wanted to say that she fell, but when she saw Zhao's eyes, her lies could no longer be exported.

The little slave bowed his head.

There was a long silence.

"You don't want to say, I'm not reluctant, but I have a doubt. I don't know if you can solve my doubts?"

Zhao Fang's voice slowed down.

The little slave raised his head and looked at Zhao Fang.

"Why do you want to save me? Don't the people who live in the door expect me to die?"

"Lord, Lord... It's not as bad as they think. In fact, Lord is a good man!"

Zhao Fang was a little dumbfounded about the answer.

He immediately said with a smile, "good man? Ha ha... It is estimated that only you think I am a good man in the whole Tongtian immortal gate!"

Laughter, with a touch of self mockery.

"Yes, it's true! If the patriarch hadn't helped me back to Tongtian immortal gate, the little slave would have been killed by those bandits... The patriarch has the grace to recreate the little slave..."

The little slave said excitedly.

"Chu Feng saved the slave? In Chu Feng's memory, there seems to be no such thing? "

Soon, Zhao Fang understood.

"Chu Feng was supposed to have acted rashly at that time, and he didn't care at all."

"I didn't think that a little girl who was rescued at random saved herself today."

"It's still a matter of planting and reaping!"

Zhao Fang sighed.

"Listen to me, little slave. I've practiced a secret method and will recover from my injury. You don't need to find medicine for the time being. Use it to make some medicine soup for yourself."

"You need more than me!"

The little slave bowed his head and dared not go to see Zhao Fang.

At that moment.

He felt Zhao Fang's eyes were extremely sharp, as if he could penetrate into her heart and see everything she was hiding.

"But..."

"It's nothing, but you don't even listen to the patriarch?"

"I, I..."

The little slave opened his mouth and said a few words about me. Finally, he was awed by the name of the "patriarch" and took his orders respectfully.

Zhao Fang smiled bitterly as he looked at the little slave who turned and left to cook his own medicine.

He didn't expect it.

It was on this occasion that I first used the power of the patriarch, or to a factotum disciple.

"One more day!"

Zhao Fang murmured.

After drinking the decoction, the little slave recovered a lot.

however.

When she occasionally looked at Zhao Fang, her eyes were still worried.

She was somewhat skeptical about Zhao Fang's secret method of recovering from injury, because she knew that Chu Feng was now a waste spirit root and could not practice at all.

But she couldn't resist Zhao Fang after all.

"If the Lord's injury doesn't recover tomorrow, the Lord's decoction can't stop!"

I was speechless all night.

the second day.

The little slave got up early in the morning and practiced his Qi with his knees in the room.

Zhao Fang got up early and had nothing to do. He was bored and tight, so he watched the little slave practice.

"It's strange that the immortal Qi caused by the little slave's Qi practice is nine times heavier than the vast majority of Qi practice. Why is it so thin in the body?"

"It's like taking a drop of water from the sea, letting the sea flow, giving up watermelon and picking up sesame."

Gradually, Zhao Fang found some clues.

This way of drawing is not the original intention of xiaonu, but seems to be related to her constitution.

Although she forced these immortals into her body, she could not store them at all.

Soon, it broke up on its own.

What's left is less than one ten thousandth.

Hu ～

After the cultivation, the little slave breathed out a long breath.

He opened his eyes and found that Zhao Fangzheng was looking at himself. The little slave was a little embarrassed at once.

"Little slave, do you have a special constitution in your ancestors?"

Zhao Fang suddenly asked and distracted the little slave. Her shame immediately weakened and began to think.

"Special constitution?"

The little slave thought for a long time and finally shook his head.

"Strange, strange!" Zhao Fang frowned.

"Lord, what's the matter? What do you see in the little slave?"

Xiao Nu was also startled by Zhao Fang's expression.

Zhao Fang lost his smile.

"It's nothing. You don't have to care. I just said it casually."

Hearing the speech, the little slave looked a little slower.

Time flies by.

Soon it was evening.

"Ding!"

Zhao Fang sat up with an excited spirit, with a trace of expectation and tension on his face.

System, there it is!

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, player. The system upgrade is complete and is being updated. Please wait..."

"Ding!"

"Thank you for waiting patiently. The system update is complete."

"The fairyland supreme system is turned on, and players will be rewarded with 100 Xianyuan points, 1000 Xianli points and lucky small gift bag (small)."

“……”

"Ding!"

"It is detected that the player has 1000 immortal power and meets the upgrade conditions. Do you want to be promoted to practice Qi?"

"Promotion!"

Zhao Fang did not hesitate.

What he needs most now is strength.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the player. You've been promoted to practice Qi."

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Congratulations to the players on taking the first step in the cultivation of fairyland. I hope the players will continue to forge ahead bravely, climb the peak bravely and don't fall into the name of supreme!"

“……”

"Buzz!"

Zhao Fang's body surface flashed a golden light.

Zhao Fang, who was dying, seemed to be resurrected with blood in an instant, and his essence and spirit reached perfection in an instant.

Eyes are like electricity, not angry.

The little slave came in from the outside with the soup and medicine. "Lord, you haven't recovered yet. It's time to take the medicine!"

But when he saw Zhao Fang,

I couldn't help but be stunned.

Zhao Fang's posture is like a dragon. He is full of spirit. His eyes open and close, like stars twinkling.

Unparalleled prestige!

Where is the momentum that a seriously injured and dying person can have?

Even some elders she met were far inferior to Zhao Fang in momentum.

"This, this..."

When the little slave was stunned, his palm slipped and the soup bowl fell off instantly.

The little slave felt it, but he was stunned and forgot to rescue.

Hoo!

Zhao Fang, whose feet were shrunk to an inch in the face of the strong wind, almost flashed his body and appeared next to the little slave. As soon as his palm explored, he firmly caught the fallen soup bowl.

"How can you be so careless? It's a medicinal material you got with great efforts. If you spill it like this, wouldn't it be a natural thing?"

Zhao Fang handed the soup to Xiao nu.