The Strongest Qi Refiner

Hearing this, Yan Haitang was stunned for a moment, and then he was so excited that he was shaking all over and his eyes were red.

Fang Yu meant to treat his second son!

For so many years, Yan Haitang's dream has been that one day... his second son's body can miraculously recover.

In this way, he and his second son will have hope for the future.

But a dream is a dream after all, and it is extremely difficult to realize it.

But today, it seems that the dream may actually come true!

If a monk of Fang Yu's level is willing to help, there will definitely be a chance to cure his second son's stubborn illness!

"Thank you! Thank you, Your Majesty! I really don't know how to repay Your Majesty for your great kindness..." Yan Haitang knelt down in front of Fang Yu and said with tears in his eyes.

"Don't be too quick to thank me. I may not be able to cure you." Fang Yu said, "I can just take a look at it for you. Please lead the way. I'm in a hurry."

"Okay! Venerable Fang, let's leave now!"

Yan Haitang stood up immediately.

He knew that Fang Yu needed to continue on his way, so he couldn't waste time on other things now.

Therefore, Yan Haitang took Fang Yu and Han Miaoyi and quickly headed towards the east side of Liangcheng area.

"Master, why do you want to help him so much?" Han Miaoyi asked via voice message, "I'm not familiar with him..."

"Don't you see? He is from the human race." Fang Yu glanced at Han Miaoyi and replied.

"Really!?"

In fact, Han Miaoyi has no understanding of the characteristics of the human race.

In her opinion, most monks are the same, and the biggest difference is their strength.

As for ethnic groups, she didn't care at all, and she couldn't tell them with her naked eyes or breath alone.

Fang Yu actually didn't see Yan Haitang's ten races at first.

Because he didn't pay attention at all, but later he gradually discovered that Yan Haitang's appearance was either some kind of illusion, or it was in its original state.

This means that Yan Haitang is from the human race.

It was precisely because of this that Fang Yu decided to help him.

Not long after, Fang Yu and his party stopped in a forest area that was about to reach the border of Liangcheng.

Yan Haitang's daily habitat is within this forest area.

He built a simple cave here, and his second son Yan Yiping lived in the cave.

Yan Yi was weak and could not do anything. The only thing he could do was read.

Seeing his father bringing back the two guests, Yan Yi immediately stood up with a look of surprise on his face.

Such a thing has never happened before.

"Yan Yi, this is Venerable Fang, this is Venerable Han... they are here to treat your stubborn illness." Yan Haitang said.

"Treatment?" Yan Yi was stunned for a moment, his face changed slightly, and he said, "Father, I was just going to tell you that yesterday..."

"Let's not talk about other things for now. The two venerables have limited time." Yan Haitang interrupted Yan Yi anxiously, then turned to look at Fang Yu, and said respectfully and sincerely, "Venerable Fang, this is me. My second son, please show him what kind of disease he has..."

Fang Yu nodded slightly and replied, "I'm already looking at it."

Yan Yi's breath was very weak, his body was thin and lifeless.

You can even faintly feel that his body is exuding death energy.

It is normal for such a situation to occur to a dying old man.

But Yan Yi obviously has not reached that point.

Fang Yu stepped forward.

Yan Yi was obviously a little afraid of Fang Yu and looked at Yan Haitang.

Yan Haitang nodded, meaning that Fang Yu was trustworthy.

In fact, Yan Haitang didn't think too much.

A low-level person like him actually has nothing to lose.

Whenever there is a glimmer of hope, you must seize it.

After receiving Yan Haitang's affirmation, Yan Yi stood there and lowered his head.

Fang Yu walked up to him, stretched out his hand and placed it on the top of his head.

"bass……"

There was a flash of light.

At this time, Fang Yu could clearly see the situation inside Yan Yi's body.

Since he has not practiced yet, all the meridians are still closed.

I can't tell anything wrong just by looking at the meridians.

So what's the problem?

Fang Yu continued to observe the situation inside Yan Yi's body.

Soon, he discovered... there was a very secret mark on Yan Yi's dantian.

Since Yan Yi had never practiced before, his Dantian was empty with nothing.

Therefore, nothing...is the normal state.

But at this location, a very secret mark appeared.

If the observation is not keen enough, it will be easily ignored.

This mark was translucent and did not release any breath.

But the location of Dantian involves all the meridians in the body. To put it bluntly, it is the heart of the monk.

"When a mark appears in such a place, it must have been imposed by a certain being? But the problem is that Yan Haitang is not a big shot, and Yan Yi is an ordinary person who has never practiced. Who would do this to them? What is the meaning of doing so? ?" Fang Yu frowned slightly and thought to himself, "If it's not imposed, then it exists innately? But such a mark doesn't look like it can be inherited from birth..."

Seeing Fang Yu frowning, Yan Haitang's heart sank and he couldn't help but ask: "Venerable Fang, I wonder how my son's physical condition is..."

"It's a bit strange." Fang Yu glanced at Yan Haitang and replied, "I want to ask a question, what is your identity as a Taoist companion?"

"The identity of my Taoist companion?" Yan Haitang was stunned for a moment, then pondered for a moment, and replied, "She... is just an ordinary monk, with no special identity."