The next afternoon, Taoist Master Qingfeng, Wu Feng and others came to Master Fan's Zen Room again, waiting anxiously. Everyone's eyes looked at the wooden door, without blinking, and the atmosphere was surprisingly quiet.

I don’t know how long it took, but the wooden door finally opened. A man came out, carrying his hands on his back and strolled forward. This man was Xuankong Zhenren. Soon, someone came out one after another. The second person was Master Lefan. After he came out, he smiled at everyone, reached out and took a wine gourd from his waist, opened the lid, and took a sip.

Wu Feng and others hurriedly met. Before they got close, Wu Feng couldn't wait to ask: Master Liaofan, you are all okay, thank you so much this time

The little brat is my disciple. No matter what your kid is, Master Xuankong kicked Wu Feng’s ass with a smile. Wu Feng could only beside him. Although it didn’t hurt, Wu Feng still touched his butt and smiled foolishly at Master Xuankong.

In a moment, Wu Feng felt the unrivalled aura and powerful aura on Zhenren Xuankong. However, it seemed that the time difference was a little worse than when I saw him for the first time a few days ago. It was really hurting my vitality. It would probably take two or three years to fully recover.

Go in and take a look. Your senior brother just woke up and was looking for you. Master Lefan smiled and gave Wu Feng a wink.

Well, Wu Feng nodded heavily, and immediately rushed into the room impatiently, and even forgot to fight with the other uncles and uncles.

As soon as he entered the room, Wu Feng walked quickly towards Zhou Ming. At this moment, Zhou Ming had opened his eyes and looked at Wu Feng who was walking quickly with a gentle look.

The eldest brother Wu Feng squatted down and grabbed Zhou Ming's hand. At this moment, he was so excited that he couldn't speak, and he almost burst into tears again.

It has been four or five months since Zhou Ming fought in the mass grave. For the past six months, he has been lying there quietly like a dead person. Wu Feng is always worried about his safety. At this moment, when he thinks about the difficulties and obstacles along the way, the separation of life and death, and the old Liu head who has left the world, Wu Feng can no longer hold back his tears. He hugged Zhou Ming's hand, and tears fell down, all of them hitting Zhou Ming's hand.

Zhou Ming still had a gentle smile. He stretched out his other hand, stroked Wu Feng's white hair, and said softly: "My junior brother was in a mass grave that day. I thought I must have died. I had no other thoughts in my heart. I just felt that if I died, I would never see you and your master again. If I were reincarnation, could I meet you and your master again?"

If I am here in the future, you will never have this kind of thought again. Wu Feng raised his head and looked at the elder brother who is like brother and father in front of him with tears, this closest relative who has been with him for more than ten years.

Junior brother, senior brother, I believe you can do it. Zhou Ming said again.

Senior Brother, do you know how long you have been in a coma? Wu Feng asked.

Zhou Ming shook his head, saying that he didn't know.
Chapter completed!