After a few breaths, the golden light disappeared, and the grayish white color on Song Qian's face had disappeared, revealing a peach blossom-like color.

"Young Master...you are such a god!"

Song Feng's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Okay! Don't worry, I just let her body return to normal, and the most troublesome thing is the soul."

Zhao Yuande waved his hand and signaled that the other party not to speak.

His little soul went down his fingertips into Song Qian's sea of ​​consciousness, and searched for the only remaining little soul in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhao Yuande soon discovered that little soul deep in the sea of ​​consciousness. Although he still maintained Song Qian's appearance, he was so faint that it was almost transparent.

If it weren't hidden deep in the sea of ​​consciousness and shrouded by the power of the soul, there would be danger of being destroyed at any time.

Zhao Yuande felt that these soul powers in the sea of ​​consciousness were not inferior to Song Qian, but to her father Song Feng.

In order to protect your daughter's soul, Song Feng inputs the power of the soul in your own sea of ​​consciousness here.

Otherwise, Song Qian's soul would not have survived now.

However, it is precisely because these soul powers do not belong to Song Qian, that they have no effect on Song Qian's soul.

"Senior, I've roughly understood the situation."

Zhao Yuande took back his soul.

"Young Master, as long as you can save Qian'er, you are willing to be a cow or a horse!"

Song Feng worshiped the great ceremony, his voice full of excitement.

Obviously, Zhao Yuande let him see hope, and at this moment he had made a decision in his heart.

"I have a method, but it takes time. If you believe me, give me ten days to prepare and you should be able to heal it!"

Zhao Yuande is full of confidence.

He controlled the technique of resurrection of the soul. This method of cultivating the soul is to make the soul annihilated and resurrected.

As long as he teaches Song Qian the art of resurrection of the soul, the other party can live from death.

Of course, if you teach the other party, you need to use the power of immortality to repair the other party's soul. The other party will inevitably guess from the power of immortality that he has mastered the magical power of the immortal body.

In order to ensure the insurance period, he could only extend the time and use the power of food as a cover.

Let the other party think that he has recovered his soul with medicine, so that his secret will not be leaked.

This requires time buffering, and ten days are just right.

"Ten days! Ten days are enough!"

When Song Feng heard Zhao Yuande's words, his eyes were wet and almost fell to the ground.

"Can!"

Zhao Yuande nodded, "But this time I'm going to rent a store, and there are many friends waiting for me, so I still have to deal with some other things first."

"Young Master! Whether you can save Qian'er or not, I will rent this treasure building to you!"

Song Feng seemed to have made a huge decision at this time, and he spoke sincerely to Zhao Yuande.

"Aren't senior afraid that I'm a liar?"

Zhao Yuande showed a look of surprise on his face.

"No... I have lived for tens of thousands of years, but I can still distinguish between true and false good and evil."

Song Feng said, "When others come, they always flicker their words. I saw their lack of confidence, but there was no way. I couldn't give up with a trace of hope. The young master is extremely confident. I will never read it wrong."

"Oh! Well, I'll let them come here directly."

Zhao Yuande nodded and sent out information to Quan Juyou and the others.

"I don't know what materials my grandson needs to prepare, so I can help me collect them together."

Song Fengdao.

"The materials I need..." Before Zhao Yuande could finish his speech, he heard a loud noise outside.

"Bang!"

The gate of Baolou was kicked away, and a large group of people rushed in.

The leader is a young man wearing golden fish scales, and the two corners of the young man's forehead represent his identity.

Behind the young man were two old men with gloomy breath and gray eyes.

The two old men's aura was cold, and the light of death was hidden in their eyes, which looked terrifying.

Behind the two old men were a group of single-horned strong men with black armor. The ones above their heads should be like dragons.

"Old guy, I'm here again! Your treasure building must be transferred to me today! Otherwise...hehe!"

The young man laughed gloomy and his attitude was extremely arrogant.

"You... Long Tianfang! This is my treasure house, I will sell it to whoever I want! Don't forget that this is Xuanling City, this is a place with rules!"

When Song Feng saw this young man, his face suddenly turned extremely ugly, and his fists were even tighter, and he wanted to rush forward and kill him.

But he knew that this was the young master of the Long family and he was not something he could provoke.

"Rules! Haha! My Long family is the rule. Even if I demolish your treasure building today, no one will come out or not!"

Long Tianfang laughed proudly and said, "My elder brother is patrolling this area now. He is the captain of the Golden Armor Guard. Do you know what this means!"

"You... your Long family is too bullying, I'll fight with you!"

When Song Feng heard the other party say this, he gritted his teeth and was about to rush forward to fight the other party.

"Don't worry! I have something to say!"

Long Tianfang waved his hand slightly at this time, "As long as you sell the treasure building to me, I will promise to save Qian'er's life, but after saving her, she will become my concubine, and you... have a good cultivation level, so you can barely be a guard by my side!"

"I will never believe your nonsense again. Today I will fight you!"

Song Feng roared angrily.

"etc!"

Zhao Yuande grabbed him at this time.

He also roughly understood the situation and felt it was time to stand up.

"Who are you?

Get out of here!"

Long Tianfang had seen Zhao Yuande for a long time, but he didn't take it seriously.

Just a mere mid-stage cultivator of Chaos Lord.

Not to mention that he is in the middle stage of Chaos Lord, the two old men behind him are both late-stage strong men.

"Long Tianfang, I have rented this treasure building now and belongs to me. It's still time for you to get out of here, otherwise you will know what regret means!"

Zhao Yuande sneered.

"Haha! Come and threaten me!"

Long Tianfang grinned, his laughter was full of arrogance, and he didn't take Zhao Yuande seriously at all. After laughing, he shouted coldly, "Blast this treasure building for me and kill this bastard!"

"Since that's the case, come here for me!"

Zhao Yuande was just worried that the battle would affect Baolou. Since the other party was like this, he would just take action.

His palm stretched out through the air and appeared in front of Long Tianfang, and he directly pinched his neck.

This can no longer be described as soon as soon as possible. Zhao Yuande's soul world had opened and enveloped the void.
Chapter completed!