The Strongest Qi Refiner

"What is it for?" Fang Yu frowned, puzzled.

"Forget it, go back and study slowly."

Fang Yu didn't think too long, and put the big dark red leaf into the storage space.

Then, he turned and left the Supreme God Peak.

When he returned to the messy gate of the Bafeng Shenzong, Chen Ye had been waiting here for a long time.

"How's the situation over there?" Fang Yu asked.

"Master, my side has been searched very clean." Chen Ye reported.

"That's fine, I've taken all of them here too, without leaving them a hair." Fang Yu said.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Although the things taken away may not be of high value, they may not be of great use.

But this sense of revenge is very comfortable.

Especially for Chen Ye, this is the first time in so many years that he has shown so many smiles.

And after today, he recognized the fact that Fang Yu was the head of the Yuhua Sect.

He unconditionally believes that Fang Yu will be able to lead the Yuhuamen back to the top!

...

Fang Yu and Chen Ye returned to the Yuhua Gate.

And the Eight-Feng Shenzong... has already collapsed.

Thousands of disciples were seriously injured, the elites either died or were disabled, and even the cultivation of the leader Qiu Tianyi was abolished!

In just one day, from a prosperous third-level fairy gate to such a situation...truly from heaven to hell!

If it is really taken out, this is the case of the sect that has declined the fastest.

About an hour after Fang Yu and Chen Ye left, a team of ten people came to the gate of the Eight-Feng Shenzong from far to near.

This group of people is uniformly dressed in white robes, with a complex pattern of circles gathered on their chests.

If there were outsiders present, they would be able to recognize at a glance that these ten people came from Wandao Pavilion!

The ten-member team came to the gate of the Eight-Feng Shenzong, and stopped before the huge collapsed pit.

They looked at the Eight-Feng Shenzong at this moment, with shock in their eyes.

Due to the existence of the Supreme Elder Di Chen, the Eight-Feng Shenzong is also well-known in the southern border.

It's hard not to be surprised that a third-level immortal sect has fallen into such a miserable state in just one day.

The man at the head of the Wandao Pavilion team frowned, turned his head and said to his subordinates, "Record the situation with the mirror stone."

"yes!"

The six subordinates immediately flew forward, took out a transparent spar in their hands, and scanned everywhere.

The man stood where he was, with his hands folded in front of his chest, his eyes solemn.

"My lord, I didn't expect to be guessed by Ge Lao... The first target of the Yuhua Sect's revenge is really the Eight-Feng Shenzong!" The subordinates on the side opened their eyes wide and said in surprise.

The man didn't speak, just looked ahead.

"After the Yuhuamen, it should be the Zhenwu Tizong... I heard that these two families gave the Yuhuamen a fatal blow back then." The subordinate continued, "Master, do you think the Zhenwu Tizong has received any information?" information?"

Without turning his head, the man said in a deep voice, "We only need to complete the tasks assigned to us by Mr. Ge, and don't worry too much about the rest."

"But if this Feathering Sect really rises again..." His subordinates frowned.

The man gave the subordinate a cold look.

His subordinate's expression changed, and he immediately shut up.

...

Fang Yu and Chen Ye returned to the Yuhua Gate.

Today's Yuhuamen is just a waste of time, and everything has to start all over again.

Chen Ye brought Fang Yu to the Treasure Pavilion of Yuhua Gate.

When Yuhuamen was at its peak, a large number of peerless treasures were stored here.

Among them are top-level spell cheats, a large number of thousand-year-level treasures, and even a lot of medicinal materials.

I heard that most of the things were brought back by Batian Shengzun himself.

It's a pity that after Batian Shengzun left, the Treasure Pavilion was ransacked more than a dozen times, and now it is not only empty, but also very dilapidated.

"We have to find time to rebuild the Treasure Pavilion." Fang Yu said, "The size must be more than ten times larger than before, so that we can store the things we brought back later."

Afterwards, Fang Yu and Chen Ye stuffed all the treasures looted from the Eight-Feng Shenzong into the Treasure Pavilion.

Fortunately, this treasure pavilion built by Lin Batian himself is bigger and higher than ordinary treasure pavilions, so all the treasures obtained from the Eight-Feng Shenzong can barely be stuffed into it.

After putting down the treasure, Fang Yu came to Chen Ye's cave.

He wanted to help Chen Ye heal his injuries.

"Master, my body is full of old wounds, I'm afraid it's hard to..." Chen Ye said.

"My medical skills are not bad, don't worry." Fang Yu said, "Even if there is no cure, it can make you feel better."

"Then...thank you, Sect Leader." Chen Ye replied gratefully.

Fang Yu turned Chen Ye's back to him, and then placed his right hand on Chen Ye's back.

At the same time as the right hand released the true energy, the spiritual consciousness also entered Chen Ye's body.

At this time, all kinds of injuries on Chen Ye's body were fully presented in front of Fang Yu's eyes.

There are seven wounds on the back that touch the bones, and there are many scars on the chest. Even the meridians in the body have cracks in many places.

It can be said that Chen Ye's physical condition has reached the worst point.

Those bones and meridians full of cracks, if one of them deteriorates, is likely to be life-threatening.

Especially the rupture on the meridian, once a certain part is broken, it will cause the collapse of the entire meridian.

It can be said that Chen Ye has been living on the verge of life and death these years, which is quite dangerous.

"So many injuries..." Fang Yu's eyes flickered slightly, and he began to use his true energy to slowly repair the wounds in Chen Ye's body.

"I am the luckiest person in the Yuhua Sect." Chen Ye, with his back to Fang Yu, said slowly, "Compared with those elders, senior brothers and sisters who have passed away, my injury is nothing... What, compared with the master, it is even worse."

"The pain Master has endured over the years... is a hundred times greater than mine."

Hearing these words, Fang Yu thought of Lin Xunyu's last old appearance.

Even Fang Yu was the first to see such an old person.

"As expected of your son..." Fang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking.

The reason why Fang Yu is so determined to bring the Yuhuamen back to its peak and to make those sects who have done something to the Yuhuamen pay the price is not only because the Yuhuamen was founded by Lin Batian for him, but also because Lin Xunyu revenge.

Because Lin Xunyu is Lin batian's son and his nephew.

The nephew was hurt, he must seek justice!

Fang Yu didn't say a word, and healed Chen Ye silently.

Although these injuries have existed for a long time, it is not difficult to recover.

In about four hours, the injuries in Chen Ye's body basically recovered.

"How do you feel now?" Fang Yu withdrew his palm and asked.

Chen Ye stood up, closed his eyes again, and felt the situation inside his body.

Then, he opened his eyes suddenly, and said excitedly: "Master...my body is fine now!"

"I haven't fully recovered yet, at least I have to rest for about half a month." Fang Yu said, "Especially for the recovery of the meridians, you need to slowly condense the aura in your body. Haste makes waste."