Chapter 39 Seriously Wounded

"Something is wrong!"

"What?" Tianfeng was stunned for a moment.

Xingxi shook her head and watched the competition in the ring in silence.

The black fog's moves are very sharp, and it can even be said that they are ruthless, all of them are aimed at Zhang Yanchen's cover door.

As a demon cultivator, Hei Wu is still the leader of Wu Yumen's generation today, and his strength should not be underestimated, among his fellow sects, there are almost no opponents for cultivators like him.

But now facing Zhang Yanchen, he is a little angry.

After the fight, he couldn't make nearly a hundred moves, but he still held a tie, but he couldn't help the other party.

The black fog was depressed enough, he was a monk at the peak of the fifth layer of qi training, and he couldn't help a girl who had just entered the fifth layer of qi training, and where did he still have face when he returned to the door.

Zhang Yanchen's aura swung the Thousand Machine Sword, sometimes defending and sometimes attacking, and the shot was not chaotic at all, but it was also like a black mist, so he couldn't help it.

She is not as good as her, the aura in her body is quite abundant, and there are a lot of pills in the storage bag, compared to the faint anxiety of the black mist, she is stable.

The more he fought, the more depressed he became, the black mist observed Zhang Yanchen's expression, and when he saw this, his heart became more and more unstable, and he saw Zhang Yanchen hanging in the storage bag on his waist.

Suddenly remembering what Master had given him two days ago, he struggled in his heart.

At this moment, a coughing sound suddenly sounded on the viewing platform, and the black fog stared at it, tightly locking on Zhang Yanchen.

Zhang Yanchen is playing smoothly, at this time, the momentum of the thousand machine sword shot is one with the person, the sword moves the person, the person moves the sword dance, the shot is thunderous, and the clouds are flowing smoothly.

Xingxi, Tianfeng and others on the stage were stunned, and Li Fatao, who was standing behind him, was stunned: "This is ...... Sword Intent ......"

After four years of cultivation and one year of touching the sword, you can comprehend the second layer of sword intent in the realm of swords.

"Hahaha...... Senior brother, junior brother, you apprentice, it's really surprising everywhere, I like it, I like it. Tianfeng laughed three times, and the color of joy was even more obvious than Xingxi.

They all thought that no matter whether Zhang Yanchen won or lost this time, after returning to the valley, he would definitely cultivate and cultivate well, and he would definitely be able to become the pillar of the valley in the future.

However, it is said that the world is unpredictable.

Everyone who was happy suddenly heard a shocking noise, only to see that the ring where Zhang Yanchen was located suddenly exploded, and the smoke was billowing out.

Zhang Yanchen was blown upside down and flew out, his front body was blurred with flesh and blood, and only someone exclaimed.

"It's the Heaven-Shaking Thunder Talisman!"

"Dead Man......"

"Hit by the Heaven-Shaking Thunder Fu, it's dead!"

Zhang Yanchen, who was in the middle of the heaven-shaking thunder talisman, only felt that the world was spinning, and his whole body was paralyzed, except for the pain.

With a thud, he fell to the ground, and mouthfuls of blood flowed out of his mouth.

Everyone hurriedly rushed over, and looked at Zhang Yanchen, who was seriously injured and about to die, in astonishment.

The black mist was escorted by two disciples, and the people of Wuyumen confronted each other angrily, but they didn't dare to rob people, it was really their fault first.

Shocking thunder talismans such as the earth-shattering thunder talisman that can change the color of the monks in the foundation building period are forbidden to be used in the competition, and the people of Wuyumen use it, which is against the rules of the game, and no one can help the black mist.

When Xingxi picked her up from the ground, the blood stained the blue robe, and the bloody Zhang Yanchen made people unbearable to look at directly.

Zhang Yanchen wanted to open his mouth to speak, but he couldn't open his mouth, and there was blood in his throat.

Save me, Master, save me!

"Don't worry, I won't let you die." Stuffing a life-sustaining pill into Zhang Yanchen's mouth, Xingxi's cold eyes glanced at the black mist, picked up Zhang Yanchen and hurried back to the courtyard, kicked open the door and put Zhang Yanchen on the bed.

Because of the life-sustaining pill, Zhang Yanchen saved a breath and did not die, but it seemed that he also had more breath and less intake.

Tianfeng followed up and said, "Senior brother, how is it?" ”

"Pills, I need more pills." Suddenly, Xingxi's eyes flashed, and he said firmly: "Leave the Dan ......"

"You are crazy, what a rare elixir it is, not to mention that it is difficult to find in the world now, even if there is, why should you give it to a low-level disciple whose meridians are damaged, save a life, and the cultivation will be abolished."

"Her dantian hasn't been damaged yet."

"Senior brother." Tianfeng couldn't help but roar, rubbed his forehead with a headache and said, "You calm down, I'll heal her now." ”

Xingxi stubbornly refused to leave, and said angrily for the first time in many years: "I want to save her." ”

In the months since he took in the apprentice, he has not taught her anything, but he is a teacher for one day and a father for life, and since she calls him master, he can't ignore it.

"I'm saving her now, you want to leave the Death Pill, there will be an auction in the Huibao Pavilion in the capital of Donghaiguan North County in a day, I heard that there are two Death Pills, you rush now, it's still too late."

Tianfeng really didn't want to say this, but looking at Xingxi's stubborn look, he could only tell him helplessly.

"Don't worry, I'll keep her from dying and wait for you to come back."

Xingxi looked at Zhang Yanchen's bloodstained face closely, and nodded: "Senior brother, please." ”

After Xingxi left, Tianfeng began to heal Zhang Yanchen's injuries, and used his own cultivation to protect Zhang Yanchen's breath, but he couldn't cure it at all.

Stabilizing a little, Tianfeng instructed the two disciples to look carefully, and then went out to find the people of Wuyumen to settle accounts.

There was a mess outside, and inside the Soul Refining Tower, Cangwu's whole person fell into a frenzied rage, and through the eyes of the sky, he saw Zhang Yanchen lying on the bed lifelessly, and the blood-red stabbing made his head hurt.

Cang Wu clenched his fists and roared in a low voice: "She's going to die now, and you don't plan to let her in for me to heal." ”

After the Soul Refining Tower was shaken, it fell silent, but it didn't shake as usual, and tightened the iron chain to strangle Cangwu.

As an artifact, the Soul Refining Tower itself has wisdom, and it also knows how powerful it is.

Indeed, if Zhang Yanchen died, it could only close the door and continue to sleep, unable to absorb the breath of the outside world as freely as this.

And if it sleeps again this time, it may change from an artifact to an immortal weapon, and it may finally condense into an artifact spirit, and it may disappear.

Thinking of this, the Soul Refining Tower could no longer be calm, and immediately put Zhang Yanchen into the Soul Refining Tower.

With a bang, the guard's disciple was stunned and pointed to the empty bed, where the whole person stayed.

"What's wrong?"

"People...... Person...... The man is gone. ”

"What?"

On that bed, except for a piece of blood, there was really no one.

At this time, Zhang Yanchen was in Cangwu's arms, and his breath was so weak that he could hardly feel it.

Cangwu's body emitted a brilliant green light, so faint that it was almost invisible, and it was constantly entering Zhang Yanchen's body.

The green light was like a gentle stream of water brushing through the parched earth, slowly repairing Zhang Yanchen's damaged meridians and internal organs.

Time passed little by little, and finally, the wounds on Zhang Yanchen's body disappeared, and the meridians also recovered as before.

The originally pale and ugly face returned to ruddy, and Cangwu stopped, looked at Zhang Yanchen's face, stretched out his hand, and wiped the blood on her face little by little.

"Remember, you owe me my life," he muttered. ”