"The prince said that Master Jian would go in alone and ask Master Yao to go to the side hall for a while."

At the top of the Northern Barbarian Peak, a silver armored guard blocked Yao Shisan's footsteps.

"Mr. Yun, why don't I..." Yao Shisan was slightly stunned when he saw this scene.

"No need, go in and tell the prince that Yao Shisan is my person, I want to bring it in!" Jian Fengyun said lightly.

Since Yao Shisan is his person, he will naturally take him wherever he wants to, and no one can control his will.

"This..." The silver-armored guard paused, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.

Yao Shisan felt aroused in his heart. It seemed that Jian Fengyun really regarded him as his own person.

"Let them come in!"

A sound of spiritual power expanding sounded, which was the voice of the Prince of Dongyang.

The silver armor guard breathed a sigh of relief and gave in to a way, allowing Jian Fengyun and the others to go over.

"Master Jian, Master Yao, you have offended me!"

"It's okay!" Yao Shisan said lightly to the silver armor guard.

The bronze door of the palace slowly opened and closed slowly.

This is the main palace of the Beiman Palace. Apart from a few swaying candlelights, there is almost no light on the main hall, and the entire main hall looks dim.

As soon as Jian Fengyun stepped into the hall, his brows frowned.

His eyes were on the Prince of Dongyang who was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the hall to practice. The more he looked, the gloomy the more he looked.

"Little brother, you are here!" Han Dongyang opened his eyes, and a calm gaze shot out from his turbid eyes.

"How could you be so seriously injured? I looked at your complexion a month ago and I still had at least ten years of life. Why is there only one year left now?" Jian Fengyun said calmly.

"hurt?"

Yao Shisan, who was standing beside him, was stunned and his old eyes were blinking.

Han Dongyang's aura was normal and his face was rosy, and he had no changes from usual. Where did he get so seriously injured?

Yao Shisan looked at Jian Fengyun with confusion.

"Hey? I didn't expect you to see it!" Han Dongyang's expression slightly calmed down, and then sighed.

"That **** fought against the Black Fire Master, and after returning, he was seriously injured. The twelve main meridians were broken. Now I can only rely on the spiritual power in my body to support it. If I don't take action for a year, if I take action, I might die in the underworld in a moment!"

Han Dongyang explained, and a look of loneliness that could not be concealed on his face flashed.

"The twelve main meridians were broken!" Yao Shisan exclaimed, but he didn't expect that the Prince of Dongyang was really injured.

Jian Fengyun's brows also sank slightly, and Han Dongyang's injuries were even heavier than he had imagined.

"Your injury is not cured by ordinary means!"

After being calm for a long time, Jian Fengyun spoke.

Han Dongyang smiled slightly and said.

"It's okay, I've expected that it's just a matter of time before a person dies!"

Although the words were pretending to be relaxed, there was still an unconcealed disappointment and loneliness in the tone.

When facing death, even a saint will be confused, let alone a spiritual king.

"The only thing I can't let go of now is Bing'er. Bing'er has not had a mother since she was a child. I have been spoiling her for many years. I am afraid that those people from the clan will be detrimental to him after I leave, and all forces are eyeing him..."

Han Dongyang calmed down slightly and then spoke, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jian Fengyun.

"Don't tell me any funeral. I only promise to help you relieve the poison on Han Bing'er's body. You should do the rest yourself!" Jian Fengyun refused decisively.

The moment the words fell, the air seemed to condense.

Han Dongyang's face turned slightly blue and looked a little ugly.

Yao Shisan was even more shocked. Those who dared to speak to the Prince of Dongyang like this would probably be the only one in Dongyang County.

After a while, Han Dongyang's face calmed down, and the indifference in his eyes disappeared, becoming endlessly lonely.

"It's me that's abrupt. Little brother, please cure Bing'er. If I'm not in the world in the future, you can take care of her for me!"

"It's okay to take care of you, but that's five years later. You cured my injury before. I promised you that you could go back to Dongyang County in five years to take care of your daughter. I have no obligation to protect her in the past five years!" Jian Fengyun continued.

"But..." Han Dongyang's face was slightly anxious and he was about to speak.

"You don't need to say more. What I said will not change. I will only relieve the poison on my daughter's body for you. You still need to do the rest yourself!" Jian Fengyun directly interrupted his words.

"Little brother, but you also know that I only have one year's life, how can I protect Bing'er for another five years?" Han Dongyang said anxiously.

"I said you only have one year's life, but I didn't say that I can't prolong your life!" Jian Fengyun spoke lightly.

"Live prolonged life!"

"Live prolonged life!"

Yao Shisan and Han Dongyang exclaimed at the same time.

Lifespan is a number determined by heaven. Prolonging life is equivalent to going against the sky, which means you will suffer punishment from heaven. Since ancient times, rumors about prolonging lifespan have been almost false.

"It's not really prolonging life, it's just a skill that allows you to continue your meridians, break through the realm, and prolong your life for decades!" Jian Fengyun said lightly.

"Oh!" Han Dongyang breathed a sigh of relief. It was not going against the will of heaven, but just a set of martial arts.

Practice!

"What kind of exercise?" Han Dongyang immediately turned to his senses and his eyes widened.

He has lived for nearly a thousand years, experienced many big scenes, and witnessed countless secret treasure techniques.

Perhaps, he has never heard of the technique that can connect meridians and break through the realm of the Spirit King.

Yao Shisan on the side was even more stunned. The person he followed actually had this kind of martial arts.

Faced with the shock of the two, Jian Fengyun looked calm.

"The Blood Heavenly Art, the Heavenly Level Practice, should allow you to break through the middle stage of the Spirit King Realm within one month!"

"Blood Tianyan Jue" The martial arts he obtained in his previous life, defeating a famous emperor at that time, the Blood Emperor.

The Blood Heavenly Art requires only powerful essence and blood to practice, absorb powerful power within essence and blood, quickly break through the realm, and reach the emperor realm. As long as there is blood, it is like an immortal body.

Han Dongyang was seriously injured by helping his family, so it is not an exaggeration to give him a powerful martial art.

Heavenly level exercises!

Han Dongyang's mind instantly turned pale, and he even forgot to breathe.

The Heavenly Level Kung Fu is a martial art that only the royal family has. It is good for ordinary families to have a Earthly Level Kung Fu.

Yao Shisan was also slightly stunned. Although he was loyal to the Tao of Medicine, he also understood the weight of the Heavenly Level Practice.

"Little brother, what you are talking about is the Heavenly Level Practice?" Han Dongyang asked again in disbelief.

"No need to be surprised. Since you were injured to help me with the Jian family, I will naturally not sit idly!" Jian Fengyun spoke lightly.

After obtaining the disguised confirmation of Jian Fengyun, Han Dongyang's heart suddenly became a disaster.

(End of this chapter)...
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