Longevity: Start with the farming game!

In the game space, Han Xuanyu's appearance was also full of cracks!

The game influences reality, and reality influences the game!

"Ding! Repairing the player's game image, estimated completion time: one hour..."

"Ding! Detecting the player's Dao foundation is self-healing, recovery time reduced to ten minutes!"

In a daze, Han Xuanyu felt two fish swimming out of his dantian, gnawing at the white lightning within his body.

It was like playing Snake...

How long had passed, he didn't know!

Han Xuanyu slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a white gauze curtain.

"Where is this?"

Before he could continue to wonder, Yang Caihuan's cheerful voice came from beside him: "You're awake!"

Han Xuanyu quickly turned his head.

He saw a woman with a face like a peach blossom, clear eyes, and baby fat on her cheeks, standing prettily to the side, curiously sizing him up.

"Creak!"

Yang Qing'er pushed the door open the moment Yang Caihuan made a sound, scrutinizing Han Xuanyu with a judging gaze:

"Hmm? You're actually not dead? If you're not dead, hurry up and leave my house! Go somewhere else!"

"Sister!"

Seeing this, Yang Caihuan quickly called out weakly.

Yang Qing'er glanced at her with dissatisfaction, and said coldly to Han Xuanyu:

"Hmph! I don't care who you are, my sister carried you back from the wilderness yesterday."

"That was saving your life, you better remember that!"

"Bang!" She slammed the door shut after speaking, Han Xuanyu couldn't even get a word in.

Yang Caihuan breathed a sigh of relief, and then said apologetically to Han Xuanyu: "My sister just said that, but she actually agreed to let you stay."

"She's just sharp-tongued but kind-hearted..."

She sat down to the side and began to chatter to Han Xuanyu about her daily life and the recent changes in Crouching Ox Village.

Han Xuanyu couldn't get a word in again, "This little girl is really defenseless."

"Being so frank with a stranger is a very dangerous thing, should I say she's naive, or..."

"Or is she too bored?"

What Yang Caihuan didn't notice was that black and white mist was rapidly swirling in Han Xuanyu's eyes.

Everything that had happened yesterday was constantly playing in reverse from Han Xuanyu's perspective.

After a short while, the mist in Han Xuanyu's eyes completely dissipated, and he understood everything that had happened yesterday.

This was a new ability produced after the mutation of Han Xuanyu's eyes.

As long as he wanted, Han Xuanyu could look back and see everything that had happened to him, regardless of whether he was conscious or not.

And the range of this retrospective view was currently within a radius of ten zhang centered on him.

"Crouching Ox Village, a spiritual energy-barren land, Han Li, Yang Qing'er, Yang Caihuan, Han Xuanyu will remember this kindness..."

Thinking of this, Han Xuanyu easily got up and looked at Yang Caihuan with a very gentle gaze.

Yang Caihuan, who was beside him, stepped forward with great concern: "You have very serious injuries..."

Han Xuanyu waved his hand and smiled gently: "I'm fine, I'll show you."

As he said that, he handed his right hand to Yang Caihuan.

Seeing this, Yang Caihuan couldn't help but blush, and waved her hand a little nervously: "No need, no need!"

Yang Qing'er, who had been eavesdropping outside the door, suddenly burst in, enraged.

She shielded Yang Caihuan behind her and roared at Han Xuanyu:

"Hmph, you scoundrel, how dare you take advantage of my sister?"

Han Xuanyu was stunned by the roar, and immediately realized that women in the mortal realm valued their reputation very much, and even a little contact was inappropriate.

He had no choice but to get up and bow to the two of them, sincerely saying: "I was being presumptuous! I apologize!"

Yang Caihuan pulled Yang Qing'er's hand to indicate that it was okay.

At this time, Yang Qing'er looked at Han Xuanyu standing up easily, and couldn't help but look surprised: "You actually stood up?"

"I clearly checked your meridians, how could you possibly stand up?"

"And your injuries?"

Han Xuanyu then said helplessly: "So, I really just wanted to tell your sister that my injuries have healed."

"Let me see!!!"

"Be good! Don't move! Let me see!!!"

Yang Qing'er didn't care about the difference between men and women, and decisively reached out to touch and pinch Han Xuanyu.

Even Yang Caihuan couldn't help but blush and reach out to try the feel...

After satisfying her hands, Yang Qing'er looked at Han Xuanyu with amazement:

"It's amazing, the injuries are completely healed, and the bones are exquisite!"

"You actually reborn overnight?"

"Could it be that you are the legendary one in ten thousand, a martial arts genius???"

Hearing this, Han Xuanyu really wanted to complain: "No, I cultivate immortality..."

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud noise came from Crouching Ox Village, like the sound of a house collapsing.

Immediately following was the sound of gongs and drums, and a cold, emotionless voice:

"Everyone, gather immediately in the village center within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, or die!!!"

The sound was so loud that Yang Caihuan's face turned pale.

Yang Qing'er raised her hand and used true qi to heal her, but she frowned.

"Are the people from the Crimson Blade Sect here again? Why are they so much more extreme than usual?"

Han Xuanyu saw how worried the two of them were and clenched his fist.

Although there was still some pain in his body, he had recovered almost completely.

"I'll try if using my spiritual sense will attract punishment..."

As soon as the thought fell, Han Xuanyu's spiritual sense slowly spread out.

One meter, two meters, three meters... one zhang, one li, five li...

"Very good, spiritual sense will not attract punishment."

Everything in Crouching Ox Village was completely sensed by Han Xuanyu.

He "saw" hundreds of ragged villagers, both men and women, young and old, gathered in the village center.

They were guarded by dozens of Crimson Blade Sect disciples.

The other villagers of Crouching Ox Village were also hurrying to the village center in worry, including Han Li's family of six.

"That's not right, these sect disciples no longer have souls, they have been refined into puppets."

Han Xuanyu, who was thinking, was interrupted by Yang Qing'er's cold voice:

"You are not from our village, you should hide, they won't deliberately look for you."

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, Han Xuanyu looked at her a few more times, then smiled and said: "I'll go with you, consider it a repayment."

Hearing this, Yang Qing'er sneered: "Are you going to your death?"

Seeing this, Yang Caihuan tugged at Yang Qing'er, but didn't say much.

Han Xuanyu smiled lightly: "You said I'm a martial arts genius, beating a few hundred people is easy!"

"I can beat a hundred!"

Yang Qing'er wanted to say a few words, but after glancing at Han Xuanyu, she said: "You should change your blood-stained clothes first."

As she said that, she took out a light brown robe and handed it to Han Xuanyu...

In the center of Crouching Ox Village, the villagers had all been gathered.

Han Xuanyu, with mud smeared on his face and messy hair, stood beside Yang Qing'er and Yang Caihuan.

Han Li, who was standing to the side, glanced at Han Xuanyu, pretending not to care.

In fact, Han Li's heart was surging, "This person has actually recovered? Could it be that he also has immortal treasures?"

Thinking of this, Han Li subconsciously touched the emerald green gourd in his arms, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was still there.

His little actions were clearly seen by Han Xuanyu with his spiritual sense, but he didn't care too much.

Han Xuanyu looked ahead, watching the middle-aged man leading the Crimson Blade Sect, faintly seeing a dark red aura flowing.

Moreover, the black flag held by the middle-aged man also emitted a baleful aura.

Han Xuanyu suddenly understood.

"What flows on this person is not pure spiritual energy, but an abnormal aura containing blood and balefulness."

"Estimating his cultivation to barely be at the first level of Qi Refining."

"It seems that there are demonic cultivators behind this..."

The middle-aged man glanced coldly at the group of villagers, then spoke: "Follow me!"

As he said that, he waved the flag, and the Crimson Blade Sect disciples moved forward stiffly, surrounding the villagers.

The villagers wanted to ask a few questions.

But looking at the Crimson Blade Sect disciples with their dull expressions and strange stench, the villagers were even more terrified.

These Crimson Blade Sect disciples used to be scolding and arrogant, but now they had turned into this strange appearance.

This couldn't help but make the villagers panic, were they still alive?

The villagers had no choice but to tremble forward, they all had an ominous premonition in their hearts, but they were helpless.

Yang Caihuan nervously grabbed Yang Qing'er.

Yang Qing'er nodded to comfort her, but in fact, she also understood that this trip would be mostly ominous!

Suddenly, Yang Qing'er thought of Han Xuanyu beside her.

"I wonder, facing the current situation, does he really have the ability to beat a hundred people? Or is he scared to death?"

She turned her head to look, and sure enough, Han Xuanyu, like most of the villagers, was trembling forward.

Yang Qing'er immediately despised him, "So what was I expecting? A martial arts genius?"

She angrily turned her head away, and limped forward with Yang Caihuan's support.

Han Xuanyu saw the entire change in her expression with his spiritual sense, "...Woman, do you know how to pretend?"

"If I stand out from the crowd, how can I pretend?"