My Master is Lin Zhengying

At this time, he took the medicine bowl and hurriedly said:

"Nanchen, lie down for a while, I'll tell your master and the others..."

After finishing speaking, Shangguan Ronghui hurried out.

Nan Chen didn't even have time to ask how long he had been in a coma.

How's the situation outside...

Nan Chen smiled and lay down on the ground.

Scanning around, he didn't see the yin and yang umbrella.

I don't know where Xiaoyu went.

About 10 minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps.

Shangguan Ronghui brought Uncle Jiu, Ma Madi, Daoist Qianhe, Nine Fingers and others to Nanchen's room.

This is already, the second time Nan Chen encountered this scene.

It was the first time that he had just come to Baishamen with Uncle Jiu, after he was seriously injured.

Now, after he was seriously injured again, he was surrounded by a large group of people here to visit him...

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"Nan Chen, you're awake! How do you feel?"

Uncle Jiu rushed into the room first, and spoke to Nan Chen excitedly and happily.

Nan Chen leaned against the head of the bed.

"Master, I'm fine! Much better."

"Nanchen!"

"Senior brother!"

"Nan Chen, are you feeling better?"

"..."

Immediately afterwards, Ah Qiang, Ah Hao, Ah Dong Anan, Daoist Qianhe, Master Yixiu, etc. came in one after another at the door.

They are all uncles and fellow disciples, as well as Master Shuihe and Nun of Nine Fingers.

Some of them are still wearing bandages, and some are still wearing crutches, such as Uncle Jiu.

But apparently, things are all good.

Only Nan Chen was unable to walk on the ground.

"Thank you everyone, I, I'm much better."

"Junior Brother, it's good that you're fine. I've prepared a razor for you, and I'll shave you later!"

As he spoke, Wen Cai took out a razor.

Uncle Jiu thought that this would hurt Nan Chen's self-esteem.

After all, he is now a monster.

But Nan Chen didn't care, instead he smiled:

"Second senior brother, you are really thoughtful."

"Nan Chen, you don't have to worry. My master has refined several pills for you to suppress demons. As long as you take them, the demon energy in your body will be suppressed, and the surface of your body will also recover."

Jiale spoke.

The four-eyed priest next to him also gave an "um" and nodded.

Nan Chen smiled wryly, he didn't dare to compliment the alchemy ability of Taoist Simu.

Because Nan Chen was very optimistic, he didn't become depressed because of a demonic change in one hand.

So the anger in the room is also optimistic and happy.

After Nan Chen inquired, he had been in a coma for ten days.

Ten days have passed since that night.

After a great battle, only 91 people survived.

The rest were all martyred.

Among the 91 people, eight people were unable to practice in the future because of their serious injuries.

At the same time, there are ten disabled people.

Including Daoist Yongming, head of the Baisha sect.

But fortunately, the victory of the Zhan Dao League is complete.

Dragon King City was destroyed.

The school of Fusang Jiuju has no place to stay.