One day passed, and Xiang Bo and others were still confronting each other at the gate of Qingyun Pavilion.

Ah Hu couldn't hold back his anger and said angrily, "When will we wait?"

"It's better for us to kill in and give us a happy life and death."

He Jian was also very angry, "Xiang Bo, let's kill in!"

Xiang Bo had a calm face, "Can the impulse save the sect leader?"

"I guess they are waiting for this moment. What if we rush in and make a big fuss and he finds an excuse to not let anyone go?"

Ahu said, "Then we should also have the right to know the life or death of the sect leader?"

"Damn it, I'm so frustrated."

He was so angry that he punched the tree on the roadside, and the camphor tree as thick as a bowl broke in response to the sound.

Leng Junfeng and others were also here. Leng Lao had seen Lao Qin, and Qin Lao said, "Qingyun's disciples were also killed and injured. You have to take care of his emotions."

Old Leng has no choice.

When he left, he saw his granddaughter. Leng Masahiro was as cold as ever, and his expression was not in any way, making Leng Lao feel distressed.

Leng Masahiro also heard that He Pingfan was still in the hands of Master Qingyun. Her brows sank slightly and she didn't say anything.

After arriving at it, it will be time for Master Qingyun to hand over his hand.

In the hidden basement outside the suburbs, the iron door opened with a bang.

He Pingfan heard the footsteps, and a disciple of Master Qingyun said, "Master, we don't have much time left for us. What if this kid still doesn't help?"

Master Qingyun walked in without saying a word and looked murderous.

The lights turned on, and the dark basement instantly turned white.

The dazzling lights are simply unacceptable.

Master Qingyun held his hands behind his back and his eyes fell on He Pingfan.

He Pingfan was lying there without any sense at all.

His eyes moved slightly and opened with difficulty.

"Puff--" One of Master Qingyun's disciples brought a basin of cold water and poured it over directly, threw it at the basin and shouted, "Don't pretend to be dead! Boy, today is your final deadline."

"Stop testing my master's patience."

"Otherwise, next year's day will be your death day."

He Pingfan was lying on the cold and wet ground, and he couldn't even twist his neck.

Master Qingyun said coldly, "Boy, are you going to do it?"

He Pingfan had no reaction at all. Master Qingyun looked hatred and stepped on He Pingfan's chest.

"Believe it or not, I'll kill you now."

A trace of contempt flashed in He Pingfan's faint eyes.

He could hear Master Qingyun's voice, but he could no longer say anything.

In a few days, I had no food or drink, and I had to rely on my tenacious perseverance.

Master Qingyun looked down at He Pingfan from a high place.

There was murderous aura on his face and his toes sank slightly.

A strong suffocation made He Pingfan feel instantly on the verge of death.

"Boy, the inheritance of the He family will be destroyed in your hands from now on."

"Since you don't want to say it, then go and die!"

Master Qingyun completely lost his patience and raised his foot to kick He Pingfan.

He Pingfan's body flew up and hit the cement wall.

Master Qingyun was still unable to relieve his hatred, so he raised his hand and waved He Pingfan away again.

He Pingfan rolled a few times and fainted again.

A disciple ran over and touched his pulse, "Master, he has fainted."

Master Qingyun clenched his fists tightly and was extremely crazy.

"Wake him up and beat me hard."

"Broken his meridians and broke his bones."

"Even if he doesn't die, I want him to become a waste in this life."

Master Qingyun has made the worst plan. If he really cannot get the mental method from He Pingfan, then he will become a useless person in this life.

Several disciples nodded and said respectfully, "Master, go slowly!"

In the basement, two disciples began to torture He Pingfan.

They will never give up until they are tormented by him.

In fact, He Pingfan has been destroyed and his dantian is basically impossible to recover.

After a fierce beating, He Pingfan had already had no air venting but not inhaling.

The two disciples said arrogantly, "It's so good to step on people, is it the sect leader who will give him back?

Hahaha——” Another disciple sat down, “Okay, let’s stop here!”

"Stop killing me and not being able to submit a job."

"If you die, you will die. Are you still afraid that your master will not be able to deal with it?"

"But this stupidity is so life-than-god, and you can't die no matter how hard you make."

A disciple kicked He Pingfan and scolded.

The two of them had touched his pulse and were already extremely weak.

"Let's go, let's go. If you don't die like this, you can only say that he is lucky."

Slam! The iron door closed and the two left the basement.

That night, a moonlight emerged from the clouds, and the moonlight shone on the earth, sprinkling silver light on the earth.

Leng Fanyi sat quietly in front of the window alone.

This is the residence arranged by Mr. Qin for her, independent and quiet.

Except for a dozen servants and bodyguards outside the door, no one else came to disturb him.

The moon shines, and the whole world is filled with silver light.

The light penetrated the void and fell on a small jade pendant on Leng Fanyi's chest.

This jade pendant was given to her by He Pingfan, and it was engraved with the jade pendant of Yunxuan Sect.

The jade pendant gradually turns red under the reflection of the moonlight, reflecting lines of characters.

Leng Fanyi has seen these characters more than once. She has memorized the general outline of Jade Perry in her heart. With this bright light, Leng Fanyi's eyes closed slightly and realized this general outline based on her perception.

In the basement somewhere in the suburbs, He Pingfan, who fainted, woke up again.

He opened his eyes with difficulty and showed a faint gaze.

The only thing that can move at this moment is your own thoughts.

The martial arts, classmates, parents, An Ruyi... The scenes of the past are presented like movies.

All of this comes from the enlightenment of one's spiritual body, from zero to one, from nothing to something, and everything follows.

Now I have become a useless person, my skills have been lost, my dantian has been destroyed, and I have returned to the past.

And it's even worse than before.

He Pingfan's mind was messy, and his thoughts were like wild horses that broke away from reins. He thought too much, too much.

In the darkness, time passes by bit by bit.

The pain in his body has made him numb.

He almost lost consciousness.

The night becomes lonely and long, and in the end, all that is left is the mental method of "Xuantianlu".

This is the unique skill that Master Qingyun never forgets, and it is also the last bargaining chip that He Pingfan would never want to hand over even if he died.

At this moment, the scriptures of "Xuantianlu" are repeatedly presented in He Pingfan's mind.

He Pingfan sighed helplessly in his heart, "The Dantian has been destroyed, and now he is just a useless person. What's the use of having a pure mind method?"

"well!"

He Pingfan suddenly felt an indescribable pain.

This is also one of the reasons why he has always been reluctant to accept the good intentions of An’s family.

If An Ruyi agrees to her and gives her a name, one day she encounters such a thing, it will be a blow to the An family or An Ruyi.

It is even more unfair to An Ruyi.

Since I have chosen this path, there is no possibility of turning back.

But I lost so thoroughly.

He Pingfan felt a kind of despair in his heart.
Chapter completed!