Godly Dragon Guard

This scene is very similar to the last time Shen Lang helped Feng Luan drive Gu. Feng Luan seemed to understand Shen Lang’s previous behavior.

“The acupuncture path ascends along the spine, piercing the spine, the center, the tendons, the yang, the spiritual platform, the Shinto, the body column, the Tao Dao, the Dazhui, the furuncle, the wind palace, the naohu, the strong room, the back top, and finally the top 100 Meeting point.”

While Shen Lang said weakly, Feng Luan gave him a needle in earnest to penetrate the true energy.

After a while, all one hundred and eight silver needles pierced Shen Lang’s body. Shen Lang sat on the ground and began to heal his body by himself according to the method of ice needle technique.

Shen Lang only left a sentence to Feng Luan: “Within two days, don’t disturb me!”

Feng Luan didn’t bother Shen Lang, she sorted out her emotions, and finally calmed down.

But when he remembered the scene where he helped Shen Lang undress just now, Feng Luan still had a strong sense of shame in his heart. Perhaps, like Hongyue said, he was too conservative.

The surrounding area at the bottom of the cliff was not big or small, and within a few miles, Feng Luan tried to find a way out.

In less than an hour, Feng Luan had checked all around, and she was in a bad mood.

The bottom of the cliff is just sandwiched between two mountain peaks, which is equivalent to a closed space with an area almost the size of ten football fields.

I can’t even see the sky when I raise my head, I can only see the white mist over the mountain peak, which gives people a gloomy feeling. Fortunately, the environment in this place is pretty good, with more vegetation and pleasant scenery.

Standing on a boulder somewhere at the bottom of the cliff, Feng Luan could slightly see the condition of the cliff above.

The two peaks are seven or eight hundred meters high, and the cliffs below are steep and smooth due to year-round humidity.

It’s easy to get down and hard to get up.

Even if Feng Luan is a mid-level master of the interrogation, it is extremely difficult to climb the cliff with light work, it is estimated that only masters of the transition can do it.

Of course, if there is a rope, it is not difficult for Feng Luan to go up.

Feng Luan raised her head and looked up, her beautiful eyes shrunk, she suddenly discovered that Yin Zhiping was actually on a cliff overlooking the bottom of the cliff, and Yin Zhiping was still holding a rope in his hand.

“It’s you!” Feng Luanjiao yelled, her face looked like frost, and she exuded a chill of murderous aura.

Yin Zhiping was a little surprised when he heard Feng Luan’s voice. But not only was he not afraid, there was a surprise in his heart anyway, Feng Luan was really not dead!

“Yin Zhiping, have the guts to come down to me!” Feng Luan shouted loudly.

Yin Zhiping smiled wryly. He was not so stupid as to climb down the cliff to find Feng Luan, but climbed up the rope happily.

Feng Luan was a master in the middle of the questioning realm. Yin Zhiping knew that he was definitely no match for this beauty, but he had a way to force Feng Luan to submit.

I don’t know if Hongyue is dead, even if it is dead, there is still a Phoenix Luan.

Yin Zhiping has never played with a female cultivator whose cultivation level is higher than his own. Just thinking about Feng Luan’s non-cannibalism, Yin Zhiping has a different kind of excitement.

Of course, Yin Zhiping would not call Feng Luan up, he was not that stupid yet, he already had a plan in his heart.

As for whether Shen Lang died or not, Yin Zhiping didn’t care at all.

The bottom of this cliff is almost like a sinkhole, except for the two cliff walls, there is no way to climb up.

Even if you are a master of transformation, you can’t stop eating or drinking for a long time.

Even if Shen Lang did not die, he would starve to death after waiting for ten days and a half.

It didn’t matter if Shen Lang died of starvation, but Yin Zhiping couldn’t bear to starve Feng Luan to death. He immediately went to the Tianjimen canteen, found the cook who was cooking, and gave a few words.

Feng Luan tried to climb the cliff several times, but failed each time and almost fell injured several times.

The cliff is too wet and smooth to climb up.

It was not until the evening that Feng Luan gave up his efforts and was exhausted physically and mentally.

I don’t know who threw a black box from the cliff, Feng Luan stepped forward vigilantly, opened it and looked at it, it was actually food.

Braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, vegetables and carrots, delicious color and flavor. Smell it to open up your appetite.

Feng Luan sneered secretly in her heart, her mind was much higher than ordinary people, knowing that the food must be thrown by Yin Zhiping, most of which was poisoned.

In order to paralyze Yin Zhiping, Feng Luan took the food, found a shelter and secretly dumped it, and then placed the empty box on the big rock.

At night, the bottom of the cliff was covered with gray, and only the big rock could see the bright stars in the sky.

Feng Luan went to take a look at Shen Lang’s situation and saw that his aura slowly stabilized, and his heart settled down.

On the second and third day, Yin Zhiping still threw down the food, but Feng Luan still did not eat.

The compressed biscuits that Feng Luan had brought before were in Hongyue, and she had no food on her.

She hadn’t eaten for almost two days. Although she was hungry, she could bear it.

Every time food is dropped, Yin Zhiping climbs down and observes the bottom of the cliff.

Yin Zhiping did not see the shadows of Shen Lang and Hongyue at the bottom of the cliff, but only saw Feng Luan alone. He felt that Shen Lang and Hongyue must be dead.

Moreover, the food he threw down was clean every time, it must have been eaten by Feng Luan.

Yin Zhiping gradually couldn’t hold back, although his cultivation was only in the early stage of the questioning stage, not Feng Luan’s opponent.

However, these days, he would throw food from the top of the cliff every day, and the food contained the special closed air diffuser made by the secret door.

After eating these foods, Wu Xiu’s true qi will be controlled for a long time, and he can lose his cultivation level within half a month.

Feng Luan did not eat those foods, they were all made for Yin Zhiping. She felt that Yin Zhiping would definitely climb down the cliff at a certain time, and then she and Shen Lang would be rescued.

On the third night, Shen Lang finally opened his eyes from the meditation, and the countless silver needles all over his body were vaping.

Feng Luan noticed the movement and immediately walked over and said in surprise: “Are you awake? How do you feel?”

Shen Lang twisted his neck: “Fortunately, I won’t die!”

After speaking, Shen Lang tried to stand up, there was still some pain everywhere in his body, but it did not hinder his movement.

Thanks to the black qi in his dantian, and coordinated with the Shen Zhaojing to stimulate a body protection cyclone, otherwise Shen Lang would still be alive and dead.

Shen Lang felt that the black ring in his hand was definitely not an ordinary thing. Fortunately, this treasure saved his life.

Feng Luan tilted her head, her pretty face was flushed, and he hummed, “Some shameless guys, better wear your clothes before you speak.”

Shen Lang realized that he was still naked, a little embarrassed, and immediately put on his own clothes.

“Have anyone from Tianjimen here?” Shen Lang scratched his head and asked.

“No, but that Yin Zhiping has delivered meals every day.” Feng Luan said lightly.

She told Shen Lang what had happened.

Shen Lang nodded, this woman is still witty.

“Stay here is not the ultimate long-term, Yue’er is still in the Misty Island, we have to find her quickly.” Shen Lang said.