Several men followed and blocked his path until security arrived.
Yang Lingtian frowned slightly. He didn't have time to waste with these ordinary people. He stepped forward and slapped the ringleader, sending him flying and crashing onto the table next to him.
Instantly! His martial prowess shocked them all.
These men all started to back down. To be able to send someone flying with a single slap—could this kind of strength be from a black belt master?!
They're not to be trifled with.
"Hmph!" Yang Lingtian snorted coldly and quickly left, leaving the stunned crowd behind.
Su Yumeng sat cross-legged on the floor, tightly hugging Yang Lianqing, crying, "Lianqing, please wake up! Don't scare me! It's all my fault... my fault. I shouldn't have fallen for this superficial guy, I shouldn't have brought you on our date, I shouldn't have..."
Her heart was filled with shame, self-blame, and regret.
Those boys all seem nice on the surface, but when their true nature is revealed, it's like what happened to Yang Lingtian just now.
"Young lady, what are you doing? Call an ambulance right now!!"
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Time passes by unnoticed, flowing away relentlessly like water.
It's a village relatively close to Yanjing City, or you could say a small town home.
In a rather simple family home, Yang Feng slowly opened his eyes; in the end, he barely managed to survive.
The tearing pain inside his body made him involuntarily scrunch up his handsome face, including the damage to his skin and the scratches from the air waves.
Each time felt like a tear in the flesh.
Yang Feng slowly sat up, his first instinct being to survey his surroundings. He recalled that before he lost consciousness, he seemed to be fighting Ye Aotian, and it was just as his final attack collided with Ye Aotian's...
He used the powerful aftershock to fly backward, to a very, very far place...
However, we have now arrived here.
Yang Feng checked his Qi Sea and found that there was no spiritual power inside. He then checked his meridians and found that half of them were broken!
That means that your future cultivation path will be twice as difficult!
It's ruined...
He had been overloaded ever since he started using the Tathagata Palm technique.
"Big brother, you're finally awake!" The voice of the little boy was childish as he gently carried a bowl of Chinese medicine over.
"It's you?" Yang Feng raised an eyebrow slightly. This boy was Luo Xiaofeng, whom he had met in the old street. He never expected to run into him here.
"It's me! My grandfather happened to see you outside our village this morning, so he brought you back. You've been unconscious for almost three days!"
Luo Xiaofeng handed the Chinese medicine to Yang Feng with a grin.
"This medicine?" Yang Feng frowned slightly as he held the bowl of Chinese medicine. These herbs must have been prescribed by the pharmacy in the village, and were slightly better than those in the city, but they were still of little use to him.
It's just for cleansing the mouth.
"What's wrong with this medicine? My grandfather bought it. He said it would be very helpful for your injuries," Luo Xiaofeng said, puzzled.
"It's nothing, thank you, Xiaofeng." Yang Feng smiled slightly and drank the Chinese medicine in one gulp.
He happened to be thirsty and needed water to relieve his discomfort.
After drinking the medicine, Yang Feng watched Luo Xiaofeng leave with the bowl, and then lay down.
Only in this way will it not feel so bad.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 250 The Eldest Daughter of the Su Family
When Yang Feng woke up again, a magnificent sunset was already appearing outside the window.
He sat up and began to absorb the trace amounts of spiritual energy around him, but this was far from enough to repair Yang Feng's body.
After a long pause, Yang Feng shook his head bitterly and murmured softly, "My meridians are half-broken, and even my absorption of spiritual energy has slowed down considerably. Plus, I've sustained some hidden injuries. I won't be able to fight at full strength anymore... sigh..."
"Clang!"
Just then, the door opened, and Luo Xiaofeng's grandfather, Lei Dashan, walked in, carrying a plate of vegetables and soup.
Steaming hot white rice and two ordinary vegetarian dishes.
"My benefactor, this is the chicken soup I made. It will help you recover. Please drink it while it's hot."
Lei Dashan placed a plate of food on the bedside table, smiled slightly at Yang Feng, and said.
For him, being cured of his illness was equivalent to being given a new life.
"Thank you very much. There's no need to call me benefactor. I was just making an equal deal," Yang Feng said with a faint smile and a wave of his hand.
Immediately afterwards, he picked up his chopsticks without any hesitation and started eating, since his stomach was already completely empty.