Immortals Dump Waste In My Home

"Good master!" The white-haired old man's apprentice said respectfully, and then drew a white box from under the helicopter.

Open the box, it is full of densely packed silver needles, and some strangely shaped pills.

The white-haired old man took the box and pulled out two silver needles of different lengths from it.

Putting the silver needle on the hand and constantly twitching, the silver needle shook crazily, as if it contained some magical power.

"Come on, take off his clothes!" the white-haired old man said slowly, "just take off the top part."

"Okay! Yan" Ying quickly took off Xu Fan's shirt, revealing the long wound on his chest.

"It seems a bit serious!" The white-haired old man frowned, then took the silver needle and pierced it near Xu Fan's wound.

The old man slowly twitched the silver needle in his hand, slowly piercing the silver needle in, and at the same time the spiritual power in his body was infused into it through the silver needle.

The silver needle was not pierced all at once, but moved slowly, as if it were difficult.

After five minutes, the white-haired old man finally pierced the silver needle in.

With this small movement, the white-haired old man's forehead was already sweating, and his back was wet with sweat.

"Huh! There is one last one!" The white-haired old man smiled reluctantly, and then took out another shorter silver needle and pierced it into Xu Fan's body.

After another five minutes, the two needles had already pierced Xu Fan's body.

Okay, it's over! The white-haired old man wiped off the cold sweat on his head, which seemed to consume a lot of energy.

"This is over?" Yan Ying asked suspiciously.

In Yan Ying's understanding, acupuncture is generally very complicated, how can it be so fast.

"It's not completely over! I just sealed his important acupuncture points to avoid the two forces of spiritual power fighting and destroying other places." The white-haired old man slowly explained, "Now the spiritual power of his body fighting, Confined to the pubic area, this prevents damage to other places."

"How will he reply after that?" Yan Ying said.

Is there no other way for the white-haired old man? If Xu Fan stays asleep like this, it's better to let him die.

"Don't worry! Mr. Xu Fan's vitality is very strong, he has been slowly recovering, and without other support from outside spiritual power, he should be able to recover soon!"

The old man explained.

"But!" the old man said, "Because the two forces are fighting, maybe after Mr. Xu Fan wakes up, his strength will be permanently reduced, and he will not even be able to use spiritual power."

Yan Ying was shocked when she heard that, wouldn't Xu Fan become a waste person in this way!

Can't use spiritual power, so I don't know how many people are going to trouble Xu Fan.

Now Yan Ying has no way. Taking advantage of this time, Yan Ying wants to practice another bottle of colorful magic medicine to speed up Xu Fan's recovery.

The helicopter flew for a while, and finally came to a luxurious manor.

The manor covers an area of ​​several thousand acres, and the architectural styles of various countries can be seen here. The most central is a house of ancient architecture.

The house is all made of wood, the wood is dark yellow, and there is a faint golden light between the textures, which looks very luxurious.

"It turned out to be golden nanmu!" Yan Ying said in surprise.

This nanmu is a very expensive wood, which is very difficult to grow. In ancient times, it was generally used exclusively by the royal family, and the quantity was extremely rare. Even the royal family would have to save for several years to have a coffin-sized piece of golden nanmu.

This kind of retro house, which occupies an area of ​​several hundred square meters, is made of this kind of golden nanmu. I don’t know how much manpower and material resources it took.

"Is it very luxurious?" Zhang Ming said with a smile, and then Zhang Ming explained to Yan Ying.

"This is when the ancestors of the Zhang family came over, and they came across a forest of golden pheasant, because the locals did not understand these, so these golden pheasant were not destroyed. In the local people's concept, these are just ordinary It’s just wood."

Later, the ancestors of the Zhang family used these things to build a house, and it became what it is now. The house in the middle is the ancestral hall of the Zhang family. Usually, it is only possible to enter during important meetings.

It contains not only the Zhang Family's tablets, but also the Zhang Family's inheritance techniques, as well as some core secrets.

Only the head of the Zhang family can enter this secret base.

Yan Ying felt very interested after listening.

Most of the other hermit families are hiding in the deep mountains and old forests, isolated from the world, so that mortals cannot find themselves.

But overseas families are different. The family base camp is like an independent small kingdom. It is not only self-sufficient, but also has its own defense organization. If the government attacks here, it is estimated that a lot of effort will be wasted.

This is also related to national conditions. The government of the United States cannot manage these super-secular forces, and can only let them fend for themselves and attack each other. In the final analysis, the government is not capable of being as powerful as Huaxia.

Then the gunship landed on the ground, and a group of people had been waiting for them for a long time.

The leader is a middle-aged man with a long flowing beard, elegant and gentle.

According to what Zhang Ming said just now, I didn't know that the middle-aged man in front of him was Zhang's family member.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" The Zhang Family Patriarch walked forward with a smile.

"Yesterday Gongming told us, let us help Xu Fan, but we were too late." Zhang Yuan shook his head and sighed, "Mr. Xu Fan was unconscious."

"It's okay! It's really none of your business!" Yan Ying said.

"Let's do it then! Presumably you are tired too! I won't bother you today. I will arrange the room for you first. Let's talk about it tomorrow." Zhang Yuan said. ? ?

"That's what I meant!" Yan Ying didn't want to deal with these people either.

"Well then! Zhang Yang, you take Miss Yan Ying to his room!" Zhang Yuan said to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang replied, and then took Yan Ying, and let people hold Xu Fan, and walked back.

Everyone crossed a cobblestone path with lush trees next to it, and a small river not far away. There was a single-family house beside the river, which was sparsely populated and looked very desolate.

Zhang Yang led everyone to the single-family house, which was very delicate and had a rustic style.

Behind the house is a small yard, the yard planted colorful grass, occasionally a few birds flying in it, it looks lively.

"This is your house!" Zhang Yang smiled, and then smiled mysteriously, "This is specially prepared for you."

Yan Ying didn't care, thinking that she was preparing a quiet house for herself.

After explaining the matter, Zhang Yang took a few people away.

Only Xu Fan and Yan Ying lying on the stretcher were left.