My Master is Lin Zhengying

"Wen Cai, don't cry and cry at every turn, okay? With your cultivation level, can't you feel that the three fires of Nanchen are all there, and they are not in a state of being extinguished?"

Jiale also opened his mouth to drink.

Three fires, heaven, earth and people.

Three fires above everyone's head.

Represents life and death.

There are three fires, and there are people.

If the three fires are absent, people will die.

Hearing this, Wen Cai calmed down.

After careful perception, I realized that I was rash just now.

The sad expression improved in an instant.

Instead, he laughed "hehehe":

"It's fine if it's okay, I'm rash, I was rash..."

Uncle Jiu looked at Nan Chen and Wen Cai, one was determined by talent, the other was dull and kind.

Before I knew it, I also laughed.

Only the wounded Baishamen disciples around saw each other, facing each other face to face.

Who is this?

Why does Senior Lin still have such a stupid disciple?

Can't figure out life and death?

As for Nan Chen, after he finished saying this, he felt really tired.

Mainly due to excessive blood loss.

Now that the qi sinks in the dantian, that kind of will slackens.

The whole person quickly fell into a weak stage.

Dizzy, dizzy and headache.

There is no comfortable place in the whole body.

In the end, he smiled and laughed, and passed out...

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Chapter seven hundred and eighty first five days

Nan Chen lost too much blood, and his profound energy was overdrawn.

He had reached his physical limit, and after holding on for a while, he couldn't hold on anymore and passed out.

On the eve of coma, he heard someone calling his name.

In a daze, he said to take him to rest or something.

Then, he fell into the chaos and darkness.

In that unconscious state, it is no different from sleeping.

I didn't even dream, I just fell asleep so blankly.

He doesn't know what happened outside...

When Nan Chen opened his eyes again, it was already five days later.

He got up weakly from the bed.

I feel my body is still a little weak and sore, but my breath is steady and weak, but I am still tired.

Look at your body, it has already been bandaged.

Some small wounds, even under his special physique, fully recovered.

There are only some sword wounds in the church, which have not fully recovered.

Nan Chen only felt thirsty and wanted to get up to drink water.

Suddenly, in the darkness of the room, the yin and parasol umbrella suddenly opened.

A stream of white gas appeared, and at the same time, a surprised voice sounded:

"Nanchen, you're awake."

Immediately afterwards, Bai Qi appeared on Nan Chen's bedside, condensing into a solid body.

It's the female ghost Xiaoyu.

Seeing Xiaoyu, Nan Chen nodded and said with a smile:

"Yeah, I'm awake."

"Great, what are you doing? You need to rest, lie down!"