"Chen Lang! Chen Lang!"
In a trance, Chen Daoxuan heard an anxious call.
After a long time.
Chen Daoxuan gradually regained consciousness.
His blurry vision gradually became clear. A few feet away from his face, a beautiful face entered Chen Daoxuan's eyes.
However, her beautiful face was filled with worry and anxiety.
Looking at Luo Li's tearful appearance, Chen Daoxuan raised his hand and rubbed his aching temples, comforting her,""Don't worry, I'm fine."
Seeing that Chen Daoxuan was conscious, Luo Li immediately broke into a smile. She used her fair and tender hand to touch Chen Daoxuan's forehead and then his chest, saying anxiously,""You are a Zifu cultivator, and your divine sense is extremely powerful. How did you fall unconscious?"
Chen Daoxuan thought for a moment,"Maybe…" It's just that this cultivation technique I just obtained is a little complicated."
"Cultivation technique?"
