Chapter Eighty-Nine: Is This Underworld Built in the Style of Imitation Beast Mountain?

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The old man suddenly made a move and slapped Qin Nan to the ground, and the snow mastiff on the side, who had already begun to act as a guard, barked at the old man for the first time, its front feet were in the air, and it opened its teeth and claws at the old man, as if it was asking why Qin Nan was knocked unconscious. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"Stun him, his pain will be lighter!"

Seeing the appearance of the snow mastiff, the old man did not make any other moves, but just said lightly.

He knew that if he couldn't give a reasonable explanation for the snow mastiff, the latter would definitely rush towards him at the first opportunity, and even if the latter rushed up, it would only be an egg hitting a stone.

"Woo......"

The snow mastiff obviously understood the old man's words, and the front foot that was already in the air slowly landed, and the wide open mouth closed instantly, and the roar disappeared immediately.

Then, it glanced at Qin Nan deeply, looked away, and looked around again vigilantly, An An played the role of the vigilant one.

In fact, whether to be vigilant or not, it actually doesn't mean anything to the old man, because there is no existence in this beast mountain that can cause him any harm, whether it is a spirit beast or a human being.

The snow mastiff quieted down, a faint smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face, he squatted down, the red aura on his dry palm was wrapped in a film, and a wisp of aura turned into a sharp dagger the length of a finger, and put it on the surface of the bones that had been exposed on Qin Nan's back.

"Huh!"

The dagger scraped lightly from top to bottom, scraping off the silky bone powder.

The pain of scraping bones is much stronger than cutting meat, so the old man chose to knock Qin Nan unconscious first, he didn't want to hear the careful lung-splitting roar coming from Qin Nan's mouth.

After the bone powder fell off, it floated in the air and landed on the surface of the fist-sized blood cell, and the wisps of red aura would wrap the blood cell again, and the bone powder instantly seeped into the blood cell.

Smooth, rounded, clear!

The blood cell that was fused with Qin Nan's bone powder immediately gave people a great change, as if it was not made of blood at all, but a piece of flawless blood jade that was born naturally.

"Done!"

This step is the last step carried out by the old man.

He reached out and grabbed the clear blood ball back into his hand, and then pushed it with his palm, putting the blood ball into Yan Feng's mouth.

"Buzz, buzz!"

Suddenly, a strong blood qi emanated from Yan Feng's body, and his pale face was once again bloody.

"The effect of this Blood Bone Pill seems to be pretty good!"

Seeing the change in Yan Feng's state, the corners of the old man's mouth turned up slightly, and he nodded with satisfaction, and then, he completely withdrew the aura that shrouded Yan Feng's body and supported his body, put him to the ground, and squatted beside Qin Nan again, with a wave of his palm, he took out a milky white pill,

He prepared this pill to be sent to Qin Nan's mouth, but when the corner of his eye fell on the wound on Qin Nan's back, his movements stopped.

"It's starting to scar!"

His face furrowed, and he said these three words in surprise.

He knew very well how deep the wound he had cut on Qin Nan's back just now, not to mention the scarring, even if it was to stop the bleeding, it would take a lot of effort, but in such a short period of time, the wound on Qin Nan's back had already begun to have a tiny scar.

"There is such a strong self-healing ability!"

The old man sighed and muttered.

"It's okay, this fifth-level pill is just saved!"

Then, he put away the pill that had already been sent to Qin Nan's mouth, and just used his hand to stick a wisp of spiritual energy on the deep wound on Qin Nan's back, speeding up the speed at which the wound scarred.

Qin Nan was unconscious, he didn't know that because of his extraordinary self-healing ability, a fifth-level pill that had reached his mouth slipped away again, you know, it was a fifth-level pill, even in Qingyang Town, he would never find a fifth-level pill, and its preciousness was enough to make countless people fight for their heads and blood, and even pay for their lives.

However, it was a fifth-level elixir, but it was so easily taken out of the old man's hand, if Qin Nan saw this scene, he would definitely sigh again.

This is the difference between the strong and the weak.

Anything that seems incomparably precious in the eyes of the weak is as much as a cow's hair in the hands of the strong, even like dung, which is also the goal and motivation for people to become stronger.

"Smack!"

After a few breaths, the scar on Qin Nan's back became more obvious, and he also woke up.

"Senior ......"

The first thing he saw when he woke up was the old man's face, his head was still confused, he was wondering why the old man suddenly knocked himself unconscious, and he didn't even say a word, he didn't give him a mental preparation!

But then came a cone of pain.

His face twitched instantly, and although the flesh on his back had begun to heal, the pain from the scraping of the bones had not diminished much.

He immediately understood why the old man had knocked him unconscious.

"Fengzi!"

However, he didn't care much about his pain, and then he endured the pain and got up, squatting next to Yan Feng, whose face had become ruddy, after seeing Yan Feng's state, his excitement and joy suddenly filled his whole face.

"Thank you, seniors! Thank you, seniors!"

Excited, he hurriedly thanked the old man, his gratitude to the old man was definitely from the heart, because he understood that if there was no old man in front of him, he would not have the ability to revive Yan Feng, who was so seriously injured, then, Yan Feng would only have a dead end.

"Hmm...... Hmmm......"

And just as he thanked him repeatedly, Yan Feng's fingers had already swung slightly, and he woke up.

"Brother Qin, how can there be a difference between day and night in this netherworld?"

When Yan Feng woke up and saw that it was not pitch black around him, a trace of doubt suddenly appeared on his face.

"How can this Netherworld Mansion be so similar to the inside of the Beast Mountain? It can't be built in the style of the Beast Mountain, right?"

Before Qin Nan could speak, Yan Feng then said another thunderous word.

"We're not dead yet!" Qin Nan couldn't listen anymore and hurriedly said.

"What? We're not dead?"

Hearing this, Yan Feng looked incredulous at first, but then sighed, and said to Qin Nan in a comforting tone: "Alas, Brother Qin, don't you don't want to accept this fact, there's nothing terrible about dying, at least our brothers are still together!"

Qin Nan regretted it, he should have covered his ears when he heard Yan Feng's first words, in that way, he wouldn't really want to die like he did now......