Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

In the night, a figure galloped across the sky.

Feeling that Zhang Zhanguo's breathing was getting weaker and weaker, Chen Xuan became anxious, and the speed of his feet accelerated a lot again. The hurricane was surrounding him, and the light spots in the distance were getting closer and closer.

Finally, Chen Xuan came to a small courtyard, gently put down Zhang Zhanguo behind him, and said loudly to the courtyard door, "Junior Chen Xuan, I beg Mr. Wang to take action and save our deputy captain..."

The voice fell and the surroundings were extremely silent. Just when Chen Xuan was about to shout again, he only heard a creak and the courtyard door suddenly opened by itself. Chen Xuan felt happy and walked into the courtyard with Zhang Zhanguo on his back.

In the quiet bamboo forest, the spiritual energy was more intense than when Qin Ye came before, no less dense than the spiritual energy in the medium-sized underworld ruins. Chen Xuan suppressed the shock in his heart and walked forward slowly.

Suddenly, a golden light shone on Zhang Zhanguo's body behind him. Then, Zhang Zhanguo floated into the air uncontrollably. Silk-like spiritual power suddenly appeared in the air, gently wrapping Zhang Zhanguo's body and injecting it into it. Rich vitality and dense spiritual energy surged crazily into his body.

After a while, Zhang Zhanguo's body began to overflow with clouds of black energy, which was the black energy that had seeped into his internal organs. As the last cloud of black energy dispersed, the spiritual threads in the air also began to dissipate, and the spiritual energy slowly returned to the bamboo forest.

At this time, an old voice came from around him, "The black energy in his body has been completely removed, but whether he can wake up depends on him..."

"Thank you, Mr. Wang." Chen Xuan's heart sank, but he still said respectfully in the direction of the yard, and then took Zhang Zhanguo away.

In the room, watching Chen Xuan and Zhang Zhanguo leave, the middle-aged man asked Wang Ge doubtfully, "Why don't you just wake him up?"

But Wang Ge just smiled and said slowly, "There is God's will in the dark, maybe this is what he wants." Then he said no more, picked up the tea cup on the table and tasted it carefully...

In the dead of night, some people are sleeping soundly in their dreams, some are unable to sleep all night, some are playing games and fighting until dawn, some are training and being beaten all night long...

In Mingxu, the Zhenling Army stronghold training ground, two figures, one fat and one thin, faced each other, the cold wind was solemn, and the black robes rustled.

Both of them exuded the realm of the middle stage of latent spirit, but their auras were completely different. One was a battle-hardened and suppressed spirit-suppressing army, and the other was a novice Xiaobai who had just made a breakthrough. You could tell who was stronger and weaker at a glance. Know.

As soon as the fight started, the fat figure was kicked away and lay on the ground, curled up like a prawn. Before he could recover from the previous kick, the dense fist light had already landed. A sound like a slaughtering pig echoed from his body instantly.

Outside the venue, a heartwarming scene was taking place. Cheng Yaojin hugged Qin Qiong's shoulders tightly. The two had known each other for a long time and were considered brothers. They didn't expect to reunite in this way after death. They were not good at hiding it. The emotional Cheng Yaojin burst into tears.

"Uncle Bao, do you know how much I miss you?" Cheng Yaojin wiped his nose with tears, and years of emotions suddenly burst out.

"Okay, okay, there are still people watching." Although Qin Qiong was filled with emotion, she still pushed Cheng Yaojin away gently for the sake of her own image.

Hearing this, Cheng Yaojin glanced around and found many people looking here curiously. His old face suddenly turned red, "Ahem, Uncle Bao, I miss you so much after not seeing each other for so many years..."

But when they heard the louder and louder pig-killing cries, the nostalgic atmosphere between the two disappeared. In the field, Cheng Yong was frantically hitting the opponent's fist as big as a sandbag with his body, and from time to time he howled loudly to perform psychic attacks.

"His grandma, I'm so embarrassed." Cheng Yaojin was so angry that he couldn't help but cursed. If it weren't for this idiot descendant, how could he have woken up now? His good brother Qin Qiong had abandoned him. It’s a thousand miles away.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Cheng Yaojin shouted to the audience, "Who is that? Try harder..."

For a moment, Cheng Yong cried and howled even louder. It lasted for a long time, and the mourning lasted for a long time. This ancestor didn't want it.

Meng Tianxing, who was far away, frowned and then left.

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School stronghold.

Chen Xuan gently laid Zhang Zhanguo on the bed. After the black energy in his body was cleared, Zhang Zhanguo's face began to turn rosy, his breathing gradually became steady, and he seemed to be asleep.

"Chen Xuan, how's it going?" Seeing Chen Xuan come back with a gloomy face, Tang Yushi had a bad feeling in her heart and asked quickly.

"It's okay. Mr. Wang said that the deputy captain can rest for a few days and he will be fine," Chen Xuan said with a smile.

"It's okay." After hearing this, Tang Yushi felt relieved and flicked Zhang Zhanguo's glowing head a few times, complaining, "This old bald man really scared us to death. When he wakes up, we must let him treat us to dinner. "

Chen Mengting on the side noticed something was wrong, but seeing Tang Yushi like this, she didn't ask any more questions and walked out of the stronghold alone. After a while, Chen Xuan also walked out.

"What happened to Old Baldy..."

Chen Xuan avoided his eyes and said with a guilty conscience, "It's okay..."

"You know I want to hear the truth," Chen Mengting stared into Chen Xuan's eyes and said.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it from the other party, Chen Xuan sighed and told Chen Mengting the real situation. For a while, both of them fell into silence.

After a long time, Chen Xuan was the first to break the silence, "Qin Ye..."

Chen Mengting shook her head and signaled him to stop talking. Qin Ye's situation must not be known to outsiders, otherwise Qin Ye would face great danger, not only from evil spirits, but also from other ghost shadowers. The higher the level of the heroic soul, the purer the spiritual power it contains. No one can guarantee where the knife will be stabbed in the next second...

Then Chen Mengting left. Through the day's battle, she clearly felt her own lack of strength. The most important thing now was to improve her level quickly.

The evening breeze was blowing, and under the unknown light, Tang Yushi looked sadly at Zhang Zhanguo lying on the bed. She was an auxiliary nurse, how could she not sense Zhang Zhanguo's condition...

Chang'an is sleepless and people are sleepless.

In the night, countless black shadows exuding powerful auras were gathering in the same direction.

Chang'an...