Chapter 13 Save the Second Brother

Several people looked at Feng Yuanhan inexplicably.

Feng Tianxing smiled when she saw Feng Yuanhan's eager eyes.

[Second brother, you have to hold on.]

Feng Tianxing thought slyly.

Feng Yuanhan shuddered when he heard this.

He stretched out his little hand, and then spread it out, and the familiar pill appeared in his palm.

This time it was a small dark brown pill. This

is the image of the pill that everyone is familiar with.

It's just detoxification, and it's a very common poison, so there is no need for high-level elixirs.

This is something Feng Tianxing practiced a long time ago.

Feng Yuanhan carefully took the pill and swallowed it with warm water.

Half a minute passed, and there was no reaction.

Everyone turned to look at Feng Tianxing.

But at this moment, suddenly, a fart beyond everyone's imagination sounded in the bedroom with a "puff" sound, and then "puff", "puff", "puff" one after another.

Then look at Feng Yuanhan's expression: he is about to cry.

His legs are tightly clamped together, and he looks as pitiful as he can be, with disbelief and shame.

"Haha......!" The first person to laugh was Feng Zuwen, the father.

His laughter was not over yet.

Feng Yuanhan suddenly ran away with his tail between his legs, not running out, but running to the bathroom on the side.

Then several people heard the sound of a flood opening.

Song Shuqing, the mother, couldn't help laughing out loud.

Not to mention the other three.

[Pull it, pull it, pull it hard, it will be fine after you pull it. ]

Feng Tianxing danced with joy.

Feng Yuanhan went to the toilet ten times in an hour, and he felt more relaxed as he went on.

In the end, he did not cough once, and his body felt better than ever before.

Later, Feng Tianxing fed him another Wenbu Pill, and he felt even more energetic.

"Dad, Mom, I'm fine." Feng Yuanhan said, jumping on the ground twice to show how healthy he was.

Then he turned around, faced Feng Tianxing, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you for the medicine, sister. In the future, if you need anything, you can find me, brother. I will do my best to help you."

Feng Tianxing smiled and nodded repeatedly.

She liked this kind of family love.

"Father, my second brother and I can't be well all of a sudden. We must protect our sister and not let her become famous at such a young age. So it's necessary to invite a doctor to pretend."

This is why Feng Yuanhao continued to sit in the wheelchair today.

"You're right." Feng Zuwen had been thinking about this issue for a long time.

"How about letting my father go to a distant place to invite a doctor to do it?" Song Shuqing suggested.

"Mother, yesterday I told Grandpa Ren that my father had found a miracle doctor for me, and Uncle Yu could do it. This would just be in line with what I said." Feng Yuanhao put forward his own opinion. "

Well, let Changfang do it. Let him go farther away, and it would be best if he could find a reliable one. You can arrange this matter, boss." Feng Zuwen had to pretend to be sick for the past month, so it was not good for him to appear in front of others.

"Yes, father." Feng Yuanhao accepted the order readily.

Feng Tianxing felt a little distressed when she saw her two brothers were thin and frail.

Although it was only three short days, she also felt the strong family love.

[Just because I look like my mother, I have been recognized by my family.

And I have the ability to help my family, why should I hide it? ]

[My family naturally accepted the three pills, and they should also accept other things, right? ]

[It would be best if my family could protect themselves, so that I can feel at ease.

I am a girl and often stay at home with my mother, while my father and brothers are men and have to go out frequently, so they can only rely on themselves to be strong. ]

Thinking of this, Feng Tianxing made up her mind.

With a flip of her little hand, a book appeared in her hand.

Put it directly in Feng Yuanhao's hand.

Feng Yuanhao looked at the book in his hand: Eighteen Styles of Hunyuan.

The title of this book looks very impressive. When he opened it, he found that there were explanations and illustrations. However, the moves were completely different from what he had practiced before, and he couldn't understand them.

Feng Tianxing struggled to jump off Feng Yuanhao's legs, ran to the needle and thread basket that his mother often used, and found a needle.

He stabbed it directly into Feng Yuanhao's finger.

[Big brother, drop a drop of your blood on the cover of the book.]

Feng Tianxing gestured the action of dripping blood again.

Feng Yuanhao did as he was told.

Suddenly, a golden light sank into his brow.

It scared several people.

[Don't disturb big brother.]

Feng Tianxing raised a little finger and made a hissing gesture.

At this time, Feng Yuanhao closed his eyes. In his mind, there was a fairy master in white clothes practicing martial arts, which was the Eighteen Styles of Hunyuan.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes sparkled and his smile became bigger and bigger.

He stood up and walked to Feng Tianxing.

"Big brother, thank you for the book." Feng Yuanhao bowed deeply to Feng Tianxing.

[Practice well, and you should also eat more like Tianxing. ]

Feng Tianxing looked at Feng Yuanhao, who was elegant and graceful, with a smile.

Feng Yuanhao stretched out his hand and hugged his sister into his arms again.

Feng Yuanhan knew that the book was a good thing when he saw his big brother's expression. He looked at his sister in his big brother's arms eagerly.

"Sister, second brother wants it too."

Feng Tianxing was certainly not stingy. She flipped her little hand again and another book appeared.

Feng Yuanhan took it and looked at it: Nine Yang Eighteen Palms.

What a domineering name.

He also imitated his elder brother and dripped a drop of blood on the cover of the book.

A red light shot out from the book and sank into his brow. He

closed his eyes and saw a fairy-like god was demonstrating one move after another. Finally, he swung out a palm and swung out a tiger.

The momentum and power were so strong that Feng Yuanhan was shocked and opened his mouth unconsciously.

After three quarters of an hour, he opened his eyes.

"How is it?" Feng Zuwen asked impatiently.

He was also a martial artist and was of course passionate about martial arts.

"Father, this martial art is too domineering. It can actually split a mountain with one palm." Feng Yuanhan said in disbelief.

He was young and couldn't understand many things.

But he only saw the immortal chop out a palm, and a mountain exploded and turned into sand and rocks, and he knew that it was powerful.

Feng Zuwen's eyes lit up, what kind of martial arts is this? How could there be such a powerful martial arts in this world.

"What about Yuanhao's?" Feng Zuwen tilted his head and asked his eldest son.

"Mine is a dragon, and in the end it was a huge dragon, invincible, able to split mountains and overturn the sea." Feng Yuanhao's eyes showed fascination, he had never seen such a powerful move.

These two books are actually the most common martial arts in Feng Tianxing's hands, but they are also many times better than the strongest martial arts in this mortal world.

But those are martial arts that need to use spiritual power to exert the greatest power, and the two brothers are mortals, without spiritual power, and can only use the internal force possessed by people in this mortal world.

However, as long as they can train to 1% of their power, they will be invincible in this world.

"My dear lady, where is your father?" Feng Zuwen looked at Feng Tianxing pleadingly. He wanted it too. How could a martial artist not love martial arts?