Chapter 4283: Medicated bath

"Trickler?"
Listening to these three words, Wang Fan couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth, only feeling a little offense.
Nima, if he guessed right, the people that Yao Linger said were all Saint Emperor powerhouses, right?
A group of saint emperors, you actually call each other a troublemaker, is this really appropriate?
Of course, Wang Fan just complained in his heart, but he didn't say anything.
This village is a bit weird, and he didn't plan to go out.
No way, it is too dangerous.
The emperor is always the emperor, so I ask you if you are afraid?
He is not healed from his serious injury, and he is almost like an ordinary person. If he goes out and gets beaten to death by someone inadvertently, how wrong would he be?
Wang Fan didn't speak, and quickly entered one of the rooms.
In the room, he tried every means to communicate the spirit of heaven and earth, and he wanted to heal his injuries, but he failed to do so.
He wanted to use his mental power to take out the resources in the space ring, but he still couldn't do it.
Only by practicing God's tactics, you can still practice.
No way, he could only start to practice madly practicing God Refining Art.
Under the operation of the refining technique, the wounds in his body also began to heal, but without the aid of the gods, the healing was a little slow.
However, he was shocked to find that every inch of his physique repaired, he seemed to be reborn, stronger than before.
This made Wang Fan ecstatic and couldn't help but think.
Refining the body.
Could it be that only pure body training can cultivate to the supreme realm?
You know, although he used to practice body training, he was not a pure body training cultivator.
Even if he banned the gods and only used physical power to fight, the gods did exist after all, and he could not be mentioned as a pure body refinement cultivator.
But now it was different. There was really no divine essence in his body, and the vast sea of ​​pill was empty, and a drop of divine essence could not be seen.
He couldn't feel the existence of any gods, let alone mobilization.
"Break and then stand?"
Wang Fan muttered to himself, but didn't think much, and continued to practice frantically.
Anyway, as long as it does not become real waste.
The most urgent task is to repair the body as soon as possible.
Anyway, as long as it is strong.
He believes that once his physical body is fully recovered, he will definitely have a way to recover his divine essence.
Of course, if it is really impossible to recover, then just take the road of pure body training martial arts.
As long as it is not powerless to bind the chicken.
Accustomed to the great power, now let Wang Fan be an ordinary person, how is that possible?
If it is in the secular world, it's fine. Ordinary, just ordinary. Anyway, everyone is an ordinary person, and it doesn't matter.
But what is this place? What kind of world is this?
If you become an ordinary person here and have no power to bind a chicken, it is really not as good as an ant.
In this kind of practice, it soon comes to night.
The night is as dark as ink.
Throughout the afternoon, Yao Ling'er didn't come to disturb Wang Fan again, and didn't know what he was doing.
It was not until the evening that she brought some food to Wang Fan's room.
Looking at the steaming four dishes and one soup, Wang Fan couldn't help but ask: "Did you make it?"
Yao Linger Qiao blushed and said, "Of course, I didn't do it. Could it be you did it. It's getting dark. You are hungry too. Eat faster."
When Wang Fan heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
He felt as if he had returned to the world.
But soon he shook his head and said sincerely, "Thank you."
"No need!" Yao Ling'er shook his head, then ran out, daring not to stay here.
Seeing Yao Ling'er's leaving back, Wang Fan was once again in a daze.
How does this look like a holy emperor?
He didn't think much, and began to gobble up.
Not to mention, he was really hungry.
Without the gods, you can't absorb the gods, you can't self-supply, and naturally you can't do bigu.
And Wang Fan is now equivalent to a pure Wufu, and consumes a lot, so naturally the appetite is also very large.
When he can't eat enough, he can't practice at all.
Fortunately, although Yao Linger's meals are not too much, they are full of energy and delicious.
After eating and drinking, Wang Fan took out the bowls and chopsticks.
Yao Ling'er was picking herbs, and when he saw Wang Fan coming out, he blushed. He quickly picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and pointed to a wooden barrel not far away.
"That's the medicinal bath I configured for you. It should be helpful to your injury. Go and try it."
With that said, Deng Deng Deng, she trot away and left.
Wang Fan smiled and didn't say much. He walked over and directly picked up the wooden barrel, entered the room, and then began to take a medicinal bath.
He didn't doubt that Yao Ling'er would harm him.
After all, he is weak now, and Yao Ling'er wants to kill him, so there is absolutely no need to play tricks.
There was a plop.
Wang Fan just entered the barrel.
The originally calm potion suddenly seemed to boil and began to roll.
At the same time, the potion that originally had no medicinal smell exudes a strong medicinal smell.
"what-"
With a scream, Wang Fan almost jumped out.
pain.
It hurts too much.
However, at the critical moment, Wang Fan still suppressed it and did not jump out.
His veins were exposed, his blood vessels spurted, and he looked extremely hideous and terrifying.
It just felt as if countless gu worms had penetrated into the body and started to bite every inch.
"What kind of medicine is this?"
Wang Fan's expression was distorted, his sweat tickled down, he couldn't help whispering in a low voice, but he still persisted.
He believed that Yao Ling'er would not harm him, and he also felt that this medicated bath really seemed to be of great benefit to him.
at the same time.
Outside.
Two figures appeared silently.
A graceful and luxurious woman, and a gray-haired old man.
The two stood there, as if they were fused with the surrounding environment, seemingly virtual and real, very strange.
Yao Ling'er stood behind the two, rubbing his hands, lowered his head, and said nothing.
"Madam, is this going to happen now? Did you take him back too impulsively? Will those people let him go?"
After a while, the old man sighed and whispered.
When the beautiful woman heard the words, a touch of unbearable appeared in her eyes. She sighed and said, "Hey, I can't help it. Why would I want him to suffer such pain?"
"It's just, isn't he really all right if he doesn't come back? Now, they all know of his existence, and some people have already started to act."
"If he can't be promoted to the Holy Emperor in a short period of time, he might end up with a dead end."
When the old man heard this, he sighed again, but he didn't say much.
Yao Ling'er didn't speak, just lowered his head, glanced at Wang Fan's room from time to time, his pretty face was flushed, and there was a touch of unbearableness in his eyes.
That kind of pain is not something ordinary people can bear. Of course, if you can persevere, it will break the cocoon into the butterfly, and the dragon will fly into the sky.
"Girl, take care of him." The old man didn't say much, leaving a word, and left directly.
"Grandpa." Yao Linger called out, but the old man was gone.
The beautiful woman looked at Yao Ling'er and smiled: "Ling'er, if he dares to bully you, I'll help you decide. Of course, if you don't like him, tell me that I won't force you."
After all, she also disappeared in place.
Yao Ling'er stared at the air blankly without speaking.