My Mobile Phone Connects To Another World

After listening to the two people's narratives, Qin Hao's expression was as gloomy as water.

"Good kill."

He looked at Zhong Wushuang and said.

"I didn't think carefully. I should have sent you back to Medicine Valley first, otherwise these things wouldn't have happened."

Zhong Wushuang shook his head and said:

"I don't blame you. It's a heroic act for you to worry about the zombies in Xiliang. It's just that these people are too dirty and they implicate that hero for no reason."

Qin Hao sighed slightly:

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, he will be fine."

While he was talking, Mr. Fan woke up leisurely while lying on the bed.

The three of them hurriedly came to his bedside. Ling'er put her hand on his wrist and began to diagnose his pulse.

When Mr. Fan saw Qin Hao, his eyes lit up instantly and he struggled to get up.

"First...sir..."

Qin Hao held him down, shook his head and said:

"Don't move yet. You've hurt your heart and need to rest."

Mr. Fan lay back and said with a guilty expression:

"Sir, it's useless for me to stop them..."

Before Qin Hao could speak, Zhong Wushuang said:

"Don't think about this now. You need to recover from your injuries first."

Qin Hao also nodded in agreement:

"You're doing well. Take good care of yourself."

Mr. Fan's eyes were full of energy, but in his heart he felt even more guilty.

After checking her pulse, Ling'er stood up and breathed a long sigh of relief and said:

"Fortunately, I got through this. I just need to take good care of myself from now on, but..."

Halfway through her words, Qin Hao raised his hand to stop her.

"Okay Ling'er, you can make a prescription. I'll buy whatever medicine you need."

Ling'er nodded and silently walked to the table to write the prescription.

Second Master Fan always had a smile in his eyes. He had already guessed it before Ling'er finished speaking. As a sixth-grade martial artist, he naturally knew his own Qi very well.

But now, he only feels that his body is empty, his energy and blood are depleted, and his heart, which is the foundation of true energy and nourishes essence and blood, has become extremely weak.

This means that he has fallen from the sixth level, but to which level he has fallen is still unknown.

Mr. Fan has no regrets about this. He has learned swordsmanship from many masters, but he has learned very few skills.

After groping so far, his swordsmanship is mediocre, and after barely reaching the sixth level, there is no further possibility.

It was Qin Hao who, with just a few words of advice, opened his closed and welded door to kendo, allowing him to see that kendo could be so high.

Those few words of advice were enough for him to be regarded as his mentor, so he still did not hesitate to do what Qin Hao asked him to do, even though he knew that he might lose his life.

This is the morality in his heart as a swordsman, or his pride.

Qin Hao, who originally planned to return to Sword Valley as soon as he received Ling'er and the two of them, stayed in the town because of Second Master Fan's matter.

With Ling'er's medical skills and Qin Hao's Yin-Yang Nine Needles, Mr. Fan's injuries healed quickly as expected.

Within half a month, Mr. Fan, who was seriously injured and dying, was full of energy again, but his cultivation had dropped to the third-level bone refining realm, and his strength was not as good as before.

In recent days, Mr. Fan has been a little anxious. As his injuries gradually recovered, he also knew that maybe the day of separation from Qin Hao was coming.

He has been obsessed with practicing swords all his life, but he has never met a famous master. Now that he has finally met a master of swordsmanship like Qin Hao, he naturally does not want to give up such an opportunity and wants to follow Qin Hao and practice swordsmanship.

So these days, Mr. Fan has been struggling with how to speak. He himself doesn't think that someone like Qin Hao can accept him.

Until the time of departure, Qin Hao and the others had already harnessed their horses and were ready to set off.

Second Master Fan stood at the door, a man who stood upright and upright, but he was a little bit coy.

Qin Hao had long seen what he was thinking, but he never revealed it. He wanted to see when this good man who knew how to repay his kindness would speak on his own.

"Fan Er, let's say goodbye. If you take this mental method and re-cultivate it, it will only be a matter of time before you can enter the sixth level or even a higher level. I wrote this first introduction to the way of swordsmanship recently. Please take it and read it carefully. .”

Qin Hao held two books in his hand and handed them to Mr. Fan.

But Mr. Fan didn't reach out to take it. His face turned red, his teeth clenched, and finally, as if he had made a major decision, he knelt down suddenly.

"Sir, I...I don't want these things. I just want to follow you, be your follower, and do whatever you want."

Qin Hao had already turned sideways and hid when he knelt down. Being kneeled down for no reason was a big cause and effect.

Qin Hao did not immediately agree or refuse, but asked:

"Do you know who I am?"

Fan Er was stunned and shook his head.

Qin Hao smiled and said:

"As expected, there should be a conspiracy against me from the outside world now. As long as you follow me out of here, you will immediately become the target of public criticism."

Fan Er said without thinking:

"I have died once. My husband gave me a second life, so what should I be afraid of? As long as I can follow my husband, Fan Er will die without regrets."

Qin Hao looked at him for a few seconds, finally nodded and said:

"In that case, just follow. If you regret it one day, you can leave at any time."

Fan Er was overjoyed and wanted to kowtow to Qin Hao.

But a soft but irresistible force pressed against his chest, preventing him from bending down no matter what.

"I don't care about kneeling down here. If you want to go far in the art of swordsmanship, you can't kowtow to anyone, including me. Do you understand?"

Fan Er looked stunned, nodded solemnly and said:

"Fan Er took note of it."

Qin Hao said:

"Okay, let's go. Do you have family members who need to be settled?"

"My father and mother have died long ago. I am obsessed with swordsmanship. I have not married or had children. I only have a few family assets, which have been donated to my brother. Now I am alone and have no worries."

Fan Er has long made plans to leave with Qin Hao. Even if Qin Hao doesn't accept him then, he plans to leave here and travel around the world to pursue the way of swordsmanship.

After leaving the town, the four of them rushed non-stop towards Yaogu. Along the way, Fan Er was like a servant, taking care of everything. No matter what Qin Hao said about him, he always put his identity first. Under a few people.

Qin Hao had no choice but to leave it to him.

The reason why Qin Hao accepted Fan Er was naturally because he felt guilty for risking his life to protect him and leading to his fall. On the other hand, now that the world was about to be in chaos, the royal family and the five royal courts seemed to have plots against him, so he also began to have some thoughts. The idea of ​​forming a personal force.

In his opinion, whether it is the Sword God Master or the Wine Immortal, they clearly have the power to dazzle the world, but why are they suppressed by the royal family?

The reason is that they worry too much and have too few means to deal with those messy things, or there is no help around them.

Of course, forming a force is not just a matter of one sentence, nor does it mean that your strong subordinates will follow you invincibly. There are too many aspects involved.

Coupled with the Jianghu restrictions, in addition to not allowing ninth-grade warriors to leave their locations, any sect in the Jianghu must not have more than a thousand disciples, otherwise it will be regarded as treason.

But this is nothing to Qin Hao.

If he wants resources, he has the entire earth at his back, and there is inexhaustible supply of food and drink.

He is not even afraid of the number limit.

Even if there are only a thousand people, he can become the top force in the world.

Imagine if each of these thousand people held a Separatist sniper cannon that could penetrate tanks, a ring of grenades hanging on their waists, and Gatling and rocket launchers on their backs.

In this world, which army of the royal court can stop such an army of a thousand people?

The Insurgency sniper cannon is used in a fixed position in the earth's army, because it is too heavy and has too strong recoil for ordinary soldiers to carry it.

But here is Cangming, where only a third-grade martial artist can possess one or two thousand kilograms of strength. In their hands, the sniper cannon is not much different from a rifle.

If a thousand sniper cannons were to fire at the same time, Qin Hao couldn't even imagine that anyone below level nine could withstand it?

If it doesn't work, he still has missiles. If pushed to the extreme, it is not impossible to withstand two nuclear bombs.

As the saying goes, truth is only within the range of a cannon.

In the face of nuclear weapons, no matter whether you are an earthly immortal or a golden person, all living beings are equal.