Four tribulations of the Mahayana stage

"The baling Pavilion?" Li Tian had never heard of such a force, but he was angry when he thought about his current state. He wanted to destroy his entire family right now.

"They're from the East," yang mo glanced at the other party and explained simply.

"Have you two had some friction recently?" Li Tian asked. Otherwise, yang mo wouldn't have mentioned the baling Pavilion.

"That's right," yang mo nodded,"if you recover in the future, be careful of their people."

Li Tian nodded, but he wanted to cry in his heart. He would recover first.

As night fell, Li Tian lost count of how many times he tried to move his body, but to no avail. Beads of sweat started to form on his forehead, dripping onto his pillow.

After nearly a month, his body seemed to have adapted to the high temperature here, and he no longer sweated like water.

With a thought, the immortal sword appeared. He looked at the long sword floating in the air and reached out his hand reflexively.