There were terrible shouts everywhere, and there was a Dao Xiu Imperial Sword volleying into the air, and before it could fly halfway, it was burned to its body by flames, and the heart-rending screams came to an abrupt end, and no trace could be found.

Wu Gui pulled Tong Xiaoye to hide behind a group of white-bearded old men, and then gasped and said: "I'm scared to death the old man, fortunately, the old man saw the opportunity quickly, otherwise ......"

As he spoke, several more figures fell in front of him, and one Dao Xiu's body was half burned, and he fled here in his dying, and was stuffed with a pill and dragged out for treatment.

Tong Xiaoye looked around with big eyes, and saw Chen He dressed in gray in the crowd, and suddenly remembered Yan Tianhan.

Why hasn't he come out yet?

Speaking of Yan Tianhan, she has mixed feelings about this person.

Tong Xiaoye stayed in Baihualou when he was more than five years old, until he left at the age of nine, and for more than three years, Yan Tianhan was their most stable and intimate guest, treating the two women as equals, not like a benefactor of power, but like a kind big brother.

When Yan Tianhan was in a good mood, he also taught her to read and write, and told her stories outside.

In the three years that her brother left, she occasionally felt that Yan Tianhan was her other brother.

But Xuehe died because of him.

Tong Xiaoye's heart was entangled, and he suddenly heard the exclamations of the tide around him.

When she looked up, she saw the man in Tsing Yi strolling from the raging flames like a god, the fire drifted through his shirt, but did not leave a trace, and the Tsing Yi was still clean and tidy, as if he was just strolling in the suburbs.

What kind of cultivation is this guy?

Tong Xiaoye's mouth was wide open like everyone else. It took a long time to come back to his senses.

"Your Highness is really powerful, the six yang fires can't hurt you in the slightest!"

"Sure enough, it's a hero out of a young man, our old man is useless!"

The surrounding Jindan period veterans praised one after another, Yan Tianhan smiled indifferently, and said modestly: "The seniors have praised it falsely, and the juniors just have the advantage of the spiritual root." ”

As soon as these words came out, the monks who understood immediately widened their eyes.

Tong Xiaoye paused slightly, and a flash of inspiration appeared in his head-this Yan Qihan is actually a single fire spirit root?

Ning Yuan is a single ice spirit root, so in the later stage of foundation building, he is not afraid of the cold ice in the Xuanbing Cave, looking at this Yan Han age. Cultivation should not be in the Jindan period yet. If you can resist the lower six yang fires, in addition to relying on some magic weapons against the sky, there is only a single fire spirit root.

And he took the initiative to say that it was the reason for the spiritual root.

The monks of the Land of No Spirits are old and mature, and naturally they understand better than Tong Xiaoye. Soon, an old man greeted him warmly: "Your Highness has excellent qualifications. What a waste in this desolate place. Have you ever considered going to the Qianlong Continent to develop, my Danyang Sect will definitely give His Highness the best opportunity to cultivate. ”

As soon as his words fell, a group of old men began to talk.

"I, Chengtian Sect, is the first sect in the Hidden Dragon Continent. Your Highness will definitely make this trip worthwhile. ”

"I don't know if His Highness has taken into account that we are all beautiful female disciples!"

"I have a heaven-level fire cultivation method in Wanqing Valley, I wonder if His Highness is interested?"

For a while, the usually arrogant old men turned into aunts in the vegetable market, and they introduced their own families one after another.

Tong Xiaoye watched from afar, and all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred arose.

Sure enough, qualification is the last word, I am a dog who ignores the buns, and people are a fragrant bun.

Yan Tianhan smiled indifferently, and said in his mouth: "The people of the Qianlong Continent are outstanding people, and the younger generations have been fascinated for a long time, and they will definitely consider it when they go back." After saying that, he looked at the physical cultivators who were still struggling not far away, and said, "There are still many injured people who have escaped, and I ask your seniors to send someone to treat them first." ”

The eyes are compassionate, and it seems that he really cares about the life and death of those lowly people.

Only Tong Xiaoye knows that Yan Tianhan is really such a person, he never gets along with others, and he often helps the weak, so he treats her and Xuehe, two women who make a living in the Qinglou, as equals.

The old Taoists were all stunned, they didn't expect that this honorable prince would care about those ants, and some people snorted, casually echoed a few words and left; Someone symbolically shouted a few disciples to save people, and more old men stood in front of the magic circle, shouting that the physical cultivators came to hand in the treasures they had found.

There are really not many physical cultivators who escaped alive, nearly a thousand people entered, and no more than 30 people came out completely, including Tong Xiaoye, and most of them had large and small injuries.

Wu Gui took Tong Xiaoye to hand over the storage bag, and the old man who checked glanced at Wu Gui, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "You old guy, you are not in vain for the old man's painstaking cultivation, and you are really lucky!" ”

Wu Gui said yes again and again, handed over the storage bag, and swiped it with the waist card, and there was an extra string of numbers on it, which should be something like a contribution point.

The old man finished collecting his storage bag, glanced at Tong Xiaoye, and asked, "Boy, you just have ten contribution points, you can test the spiritual root once, do you want to follow me to test the spiritual root?" ”

Tong Xiaoye hurriedly shook his head: "Don't, I'm going to keep the contribution points in exchange for the pill to enhance my physique!" ”

Because most physical cultivation does not have a spiritual root, and spending contribution points is also in vain, many physical cultivators choose not to test the spiritual root, saving contribution points in exchange for some physical strengthening pills, Tong Xiaoye's choice is very normal.

The old man swiped it on her waist card, and Tong Xiaoye used his true yuan power to probe in and take a look, and there were ten more contribution points on it.

Fifteen contribution points can be exchanged for a tendon washing pill, but she didn't expect her to fight so hard that she couldn't change anything.

With a bitter face, Wu Gui asked curiously: "You little guy, you look very clever, why don't you test the spiritual root, if you have a spiritual root, change some basic exercises, it will be very helpful in the future." ”

Tong Xiaoye suddenly realized and said with a smile: "Senior, how did you get your exercises?" ”

Wu Gui proudly touched his bare chin and said with a smile: "Yes, old man, I still have a rare double spirit root!" It's just that I'm really old, and my cultivation of immortals started too late, so I had to take the opportunity to change some pills to see if I could make up for it. ”

Twin Spiritual Roots......

With such qualifications, it can be regarded as a half-day genius in the Qianlong Continent!

As a result, he was delayed in the land of no spirits, and became a hopeless old man.

The two were about to part ways, when a monk called out, "You two come here, there is a pile of dying people on the ground waiting to be cleaned up!" ”

Wu Gui's face suddenly collapsed.

Tong Xiaoye looked back at the pile of people lying on the ground moaning, and walked back to the big formation resignedly.

She knew that Yan Tianhan begged these monks to save people, but the injuries were all lowly physical cultivators, and where would the high-ranking immortals do it themselves, they naturally had to work for the survivors.

There were only six surviving intact body cultivators, and they were all driven back.

"Where can these people be saved, as a physical cultivator, they are burned but lack arms and legs, even if they live, what is the use?"

Wu Gui complained indignantly, picked up a lightly injured guy, and took a clean white cloth to help him bandage his wounds.

Tong Xiaoye noticed a young man.

His whole arm was broken in unison, the blood couldn't be stopped, the other parts were still intact, he bit his lip tightly, trying to stop the bleeding with the only remaining arm, and it was very difficult to stop the bleeding.

Tong Xiaoye strode over, picked up the hemostatic medicine prepared by the monks, and carefully helped him clean up the wound.

This arm was cut off by Qi Gen, and it should have been a decisive choice for a strong man to break his wrist as soon as he was stained with Mars, so he saved his life.

Tong Xiaoye especially admires this kind of resolute and calm and resolute man.

His storage bag is still hanging on his body, he should have lost too much blood to get up, and he hasn't gone out to return it yet, but there is a formation at the exit, and the storage bag will be handed over sooner or later.

Although the immortals were ruthless, the effect of the wound medicine left behind was amazing, and it didn't take long to stop the bleeding.

Tong Xiaoye helped him bandage, helped him sit aside, and turned to look for the next person worth saving.

The young man's eyes widened, staring blankly at the busy little figure.

This is the second time she has saved me!

Last year in the cave, the flower made Hongmei want to suck his essence dry, it was this little girl who rushed in to save her, she was in a hurry and didn't recognize herself, but he remembered this kindness in his heart.

I was bent on repaying the favor, but I didn't expect that before the favor was repaid, I owed her again.

Tong Xiaoye had no impression of this person, and chose a lightly injured person to help bandage it, so he called Wu Gui: "Senior Wu, the rest of the people are also in pain when they are alive, why don't you help them get rid of it?" ”

The rest are only half of the body burned, or half of the internal organs are burned off, all relying on the strength of the body to save a breath, although the monk's wound medicine is good, but it can't save such a person.

As for those immortal elixirs that can regenerate severed limbs, no one will be willing to throw them on them.

Wu Gui sighed and slashed to death a dying man who only knew how to cry pain.

Tong Xiaoye saw the gratitude in his eyes before he died.

These people, who escaped in one breath, saw their bodies burned and broken in a blink of an eye, and the breath that supported them was dispersed, and there was only pain left in their lives.

And they don't even have the ability to cut themselves off.

Most of the storage bags were burned in the process of escaping, and even if there were some left, Tong Xiaoye didn't want to take their things, so he helped a few people who could talk to write down the addresses of their families, and watched Wu Gui knife them all together.

She couldn't do anything like that.

Wu Gui was obviously used to it, quickly dealt with the rest of the people, set a fire and burned it together, then pulled two carts over, and Tong Xiaoye took the survivors to hand in the task one by one.

I don't know if it was because of Yan Qianhan's orders, the monks waiting at the gate of the magic circle actually didn't exploit these people, and also wrote down their contribution points according to the materials they obtained.

The two pushed carts full of disabled people out of the door, and for a while they didn't know where to go.

A man with a broken arm came over and whispered, "My son-in-law is waiting for you in front and will help you arrange a way out." ”

Tong Xiaoye was slightly stunned, and suddenly realized that the boy should be Yan Tianhan. (To be continued......)