Chapter 323 Sister Lan and Brother Yan Join Forces! [1 Update]

"teacher!"

"Old Yan?!"

Binghe and Tiema were both startled and hurriedly stepped forward to help Yan Tingyue.

But blood was still flowing down the corner of Yan Tingyue's mouth. Her body could not bear the sudden pain, and she passed out in the next second.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Ye Banlan hugged Yan Tingyue in time and put her on the bed as quickly as possible.

"What's going on with Mr. Yan?" Binghe was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. "In the past few days I've been here, Mr. Yan seems to be in good health and he doesn't have any serious illnesses."

Why did you vomit blood all of a sudden?

Ye turned the tide without saying a word, and first took out the medicine box he carried with him.

Yan Tingfeng stretched out his hand and tapped Yan Tingyue a few times on her body, immediately sealing several of her vital points.

At the same moment, Ye Banglan picked up the silver needle and inserted it into the key acupuncture point.

However, the blood did not stop flowing.

Yan Tingyue's body was like a broken hole, and she couldn't stop it no matter what.

Ye Banglan and Yan Tingfeng looked at each other and already understood what was going on.

magic.

Someone is using some kind of magic to attack Yan Tingyue's body from a distance.

However, such an attack method cannot occur out of thin air. There must be a media.

I am afraid that the middle-aged man who came to Yan Tingyue many times got her hair or a used item, which caused the situation.

Once the root cause is found, it will be easier to deal with.

"Xiao Wan, I'm here." Yan Tingfeng stretched out his finger and gently tapped Yan Tingyue's forehead.

A pure force started from the forehead and heart, and then spread out, wrapping Yan Tingyue.

Yan Tingfeng's power forced out the external force that invaded Yan Tingyue's body, and then swallowed it up.

At the same moment, in the cave outside Nancheng——

"Bang!"

Something else exploded in the air, knocking the man to the ground.

"Sir?" The middle-aged man kneeling on the ground was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, "Sir, what's wrong?"

The man didn't reply immediately. Three seconds later, he spit out a large mouthful of blood and coughed violently.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man was shocked: "Sir?!"

In his impression, the adult he served was supposed to be invincible. How could he vomit blood?

The man still didn't say anything. He watched with a gloomy expression as the hair in his palm turned into completely unusable powder little by little.

He knew that this blood-taking ritual had failed.

Maybe the only thing that can defeat magic is magic.

Could it be that there is a Taoist doctor beside Yan Tingyue?

But in the past three hundred years, there have been very few traces of Taoism in the entire Chinese continent.

There are still Taoist priests, but these have finally entered the mortal world and are just a sustenance for the soul.

Only the techniques of the Penglai Mountain and Beiming sects are the orthodox Taoist techniques of China.

It's just that after the war, Shence Army, Taiyi Palace, Taisumen and Tianyinfang all had inheritances left behind, and the inheritance families are now everyone in the world.

But Penglai and Beiming don't even have heirs, let alone inherited families.

Without Taoism, China's comprehensive strength would be greatly reduced.

It is precisely because of this that they do not pay attention to China at all.

So what if the economy recovers? So what if many arts are included in the world's intangible cultural heritage?

China will never be able to regain its glory three hundred years ago.

As long as they plunder China's culture bit by bit, bribe those who can buy China's people, and quickly eliminate those who cannot.

In a few years, China will naturally be eliminated.

But during this period, their plan has not been going smoothly.

"I was stopped." The man finally spoke. He shook his head and murmured, "It seems that we really have to find another way."

The middle-aged man looked panicked: "With Bureau 723 protecting me, I'm afraid I won't even be able to see Yan Tingyue's face during this period."

"Wait a moment." The man said, "King Xiaoyao's treasure must be opened as soon as possible, and Yan Tingyue's blood must be obtained no matter what. As for whether she can survive after the blood is taken, it has nothing to do with us."

It is perfectly normal for those who achieve great things to step on a few corpses to get to the top.

**

The night is deep, and there are several fireflies scuttling back and forth in the forest, like tiny lanterns lighting up one by one.

Yan Tingyue is still in a coma, but the bleeding has stopped and she is temporarily out of danger.

"Sir, Miss Ye, this thing is too bad!" Binghe couldn't help but shudder, "If the other party uses this method again two or three times, how can Mr. Yan be able to hold on!"

Yan Tingfeng's eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the fierce anger and murderous intent rolling in his pupils.

"They want the teacher's blood." Ye Banlan said in a calm voice, "In this case, inviting the teacher to perform at the Global Center is just a cover."

But what's the use of Yan Tingyue's blood?

Could it be that some kind of genetic engineering was involved?

After being silent for a moment, Yan Tingfeng slowly spoke: "There are rumors in the world that Xiaoyao Wang Yan Shunhua once left an exquisite eight-treasure box. The box contains treasures that are unparalleled in the world. However, this exquisite eight-treasure box requires a certain opportunity." able to open.”

"Exquisite eight-treasure box?" Ye Tuanlan was startled, and then long-lasting memories came to him.

That happened a long, long time ago. In her previous life, when she was sixteen years old, she went to the Eastern Wasteland at the invitation of King Qin Hua Yingyue.

Compared to the northwest where the King of Yan was stationed, the living conditions in the East Wasteland were only slightly better, otherwise it would not be collectively referred to as "Wasteland".

That year, there was a severe drought in the east, and Hua Yingyue was very anxious and troubled, so she asked her to go over to discuss solutions.

Coincidentally, King Xiaoyao Yan Shunhua also came to the East Wasteland area and showed them the so-called exquisite eight-treasure box.

Unlike ordinary boxes, this box has a total of eight sides, each with a pattern, elegant and ancient.

At that time, Hua Yingyue was a little curious about what was in the box, and stretched out her hand to ask Yan Shunhua for it, wanting to see it.

"No." Yan Shunhua snorted slightly, "This exquisite eight-treasure box must be opened with my heart blood, do you want my heart blood?"

Hua Yingyue disdainfully asked him to move away a little, and continued to discuss the important matter of disaster relief with her.

If Yan Tingfeng hadn't mentioned it today, she would have forgotten that there was such a thing in Yan Shunhua's relics.

But to this day, she still doesn't know what's hidden in this exquisite eight-treasure box.

Yan Tingfeng blinked gently: "This is also the news I got from reading unofficial history. Unofficial history says that the box can only be opened with blood. I wonder if it is related to the injury of Old Yan this time."

"Sixty percent possibility." Ye Wanlan nodded slightly, "But my sixty percent is already ninety-nine percent of others."

"Well." Yan Tingfeng said in a cold tone, "So, the other party has our Shenzhou cultural relics in their hands. I'm afraid they were looted three hundred years ago."

The two people had the same idea in their hearts-

Since it's something from Shenzhou, then what was taken away must be returned.

"Binghe, Tiema, you two continue to guard Old Yan. If the other party fails in one plan, I'm afraid there will be other ideas." Yan Tingfeng said lightly, "Xiao Wan and I will find a way to lure this person out and get rid of him immediately to prevent a big disaster."

Binghe and Tiema looked serious: "Yes, sir!"

**

The next morning, the program team.

"Does Mr. Yan have anything to do today?" The director looked around, "Miss Ye, is Mr. Yan okay?"

"No, she was just too tired last night, and the teacher is still resting." Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "She can't participate in today's recording, so she asked me to tell her."

"Oh, Mrs. Yan is too polite." The director waved his hand, "Mr. Yan is old, how can he run every day, he needs to rest, we can cooperate throughout the process."

After Qi Yunzhao left the crew, another position for the resident guest was vacant, and many stars have rushed to contact the program team, wanting to become the new guest.

After all, the global release of "Collection of Shenzhou" is already a certainty, who doesn't want to enter the global film and television industry?

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

But the director was very cautious and did not choose anyone immediately.

He thought for a moment and asked again: "Miss Ye, do you have any better candidates to recommend?"

"Yes." Ye Wanlan hummed, "But I need to confirm whether he has time."

"No hurry, no hurry." The director was happy, "I am 100% confident in the people recommended by Miss Ye."

He even had some expectations in his heart, what kind of shock Ye Wanlan would bring to the program team.

For this, even if his heart exploded a hundred times, it would be worth it!

Ye Wanlan took out his mobile phone, clicked on a gray avatar, and sent a message.

[YN]: Are you free these days?

The gray avatar suddenly jumped wildly.

Good morning, babies~~