Yuan Wei was seriously injured this time, although he was incarnated as a Xuanhu, but his body still suffered a huge trauma, under the heavy blows of the Gathering Spirit Strongman thousands of times, his muscles and bones were broken. If it weren't for the unusually strong veins of the black nightmare that were wrapped around the bones, it was unknown whether those broken bone stubbles would have been able to maintain their humanoid bodies.

Mu Wei barely controlled the spirit feather, carefully holding the tail that was soft into noodles, and ran around, in order to avoid other immortal cultivators.

Mu Wei couldn't see that in the body of the comatose Yuanwei, the nightmare bone faintly emitted a black light, and a black spiritual power was continuously transported to all the bones along the black veins all over the body, and the broken bone stubble repaired itself at an extremely slow speed...

Three months later.

In a nameless cave in the Nanmeng Wasteland, Mu Wei opened the Qiankun bag he carried with him, checked the elixir in it over and over again, and muttered in a low voice: "The hundred-year savings of the entire Baicao Garden!

Although his face was hideous as if a piece of flesh had been cut off, Mu Wei still took out a white elixir the size of a dragon's eye and stuffed it into Yuan Wei's mouth: "This is the bone elixir I have carefully refined, the last one, please don't be unconscious like this, okay? It's been three months! You feel so lonely like this, you can't survive, where can I find such a majestic mount..."

"I said you just treated me as a personal mount, and you still don't admit it..."Motoo, who was originally lying in the cave, suddenly replied weakly, as if he really couldn't stand Mu Wei's muttering.

"Brother, you're alive!" Mu Wei jumped up in surprise.

"yes, I'm alive again... But what's the matter with my squishy body?"

"The bones have been shattered, of course they are soft, do you know how many elixirs have cost me in these three months?! Ninety of them! Each one has to use more than a dozen kinds of elixirs to refine, do you calculate how much it is?! When you are well, being my personal mount for a lifetime will not be able to repay me for this huge loss..."

"Oops, dizzy!, it's over, my ears are deaf, and my eyes can't see clearly..."Motowei shouted weakly, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hang a sly smile.

"Brother, can you stop pretending to be dead?!" Mu Wei couldn't help but kick him with her foot.

...

Another three months passed, and Mu Wei rode on Xuanhu's back leisurely, "Brother, you are far worse than before the injury, not only do your bones hurt my buttocks, but you also run slowly!"

"Looks like you're fat?... Oh, you bear child, don't pull your ears! Don't button your eyes..."

...

In addition to fighting, Yuanwei had a very comfortable time during this time.

But behind the laughter, when Mu Wei fell asleep, a kind of crisis always came to Motoo's heart.

Motowei was able to sense that his bones were healed and that he was showing signs of being stronger than before, which seemed to have the influence of the nightmare bones. Because although those broken bones healed, they left shallow traces of interfaces, and among those traces, there was a hint of black! At this time, all the bones of the tail of the Yuan Tail were like open pieces of porcelain, covered with black reticulated patterns!

In the face of such changes, Yuan Wei didn't know if even if he entered the bone refining realm in the future, he would be able to successfully remove the nightmare bone.

Since embarking on the path of cultivating immortals, Yuanwei has been in a state of passive beating. This made him miss those days in Yuwangbu very much. There, as the lowest level called Hanako, as long as you put down your body and stretch out your hands, there are always some kind-hearted people who give selfless help. Now it seems that what warmth that alms were!

That mortal peace is long gone. Although the two of them are now in the realm of forging veins for six weeks, they are still living a life of holding their tails and begging for a living.

Although all of this boils down to the ruthlessness and cruelty of the Immortal Cultivation Realm, the most decisive factor is one's own strength. Qi Hongfang of the Great Perfection Realm of Forging Veins can look down on them condescendingly, Cheng Qian of the Gathering Spirit Realm can decide his life and death at will, and Qing Tengzi of the Soul Condensing Realm can even plan his life within a hundred years... There is only one reason here, and that is that their cultivation is higher than their own!

Yuanwei self-reflected, as a beginner immortal cultivator, he is much stronger than those fellow disciples, and there are many reasons for this, including his own comprehension, Mu Wei's help, Feng Ai's teachings, and the gift of Broken Clouds. His advantage is the super spiritual power brought by the cultivation of the Breaking Rebellion Method and the melee ability after turning into a Xuanhu. However, these are not enough.

"Cultivate hard! You must take your fate into your own hands! For Mu Wei and for yourself!" Motoo clenched his fists and shouted silently.

...

The harvest of the two of them after they recovered has been very small, probably because the luck of the two of them was exhausted by successfully escaping the catastrophe, which made Mu Wei very depressed. You must know that the two of them have almost nothing in their Qiankun bags except for a few elixirs in their early teens, and the spiritual energy of the Nanmeng Wasteland is scarce, so the two of them have to consume those spirit stones to maintain their daily cultivation.

"Brother, let's go to the depths of the Nanmeng Wasteland! Our brothers are united, even if we meet a Gathering Spirit Realm immortal cultivator, we have a chance to escape, right?!"

"I'm going to do that too. ”

"Then let's talk about it first, and when we meet someone better than us in the future, you will be responsible for currying favor with others! ”

"I'm thin-skinned, so you'd better come. You're young, and it's easy to arouse sympathy!"

"Immortal cultivators still have compassion?! I think it's still you, don't waste the cheekiness and eloquence you cultivated when you were called Hanako, and besides, I think immortal cultivators still like to be put on top hats! This is exactly what you're good at!"

Motoo was speechless.

The two continued to wander for a few days, but still found nothing. Until I occasionally heard that this Nanmeng Wasteland is not full of elixirs, and there are also places where the elixirs are piled up, and even, the most attractive thing about the Nanmeng Wasteland is not the strange elixirs, but others!

Finding opportunities in the Nanmeng Wasteland doesn't have to be entirely lucky, because there is a place where certain news is distributed.

North Point Point Market is one such place.

Located in the northwest corner of the Nanmeng Wasteland, the city of North Point Square sits on the top of a round, flat-bottomed mountain. It is said to be a fang market, but in fact, it is more like a long-abandoned town. Dozens of small three-story buildings built of boulders are scattered, and the stars are surrounded by a huge circular square. And that circular square is the place where immortal cultivators buy and sell resources in exchange for spirit stones and exchange all kinds of news.

Yuanwei had already returned to his original appearance, and cooperated with Mu Wei to control the spirit feather and land at the entrance of Fang City. An old man who was thin and had a forging vein for five weeks greeted him attentively: "Do you want to stay in the hotel, two little brothers?" Ding Er is willing to take you to the inn. ”

"Do you have a comfortable double bed room?Do you have a hot bath?" Mu Wei's eyes lit up.

"It's the first time for the two little brothers to come to this North Point Fang City, right? No one in North Point Fang City takes a bath! All our inns here only provide rooms, and there is no hot water, a big bed, or even wine and food!" Ding Er replied with a smile.

Motoo looked up at the sky and decided to stay first, "Then please take us to the inn, we can ask for a guest room." ”

Yuan Wei booked a room on the third floor of the small building at the price of two spirit stones, and Ding Er accepted the spirit stones, turned around and disappeared.

It is a cramped room with a rotten smell, stone walls, stone floors, and stone ceilings without decoration, but fortunately, the craftsmen who built the house are highly skilled and the gaps between the stones are very small, so it can be said that it is past it. It's just that a thick layer of moss grows on the wooden doors and windows, giving people the illusion that they are still in the wilderness.

The two of them still slept soundly, for the rough room was still a hundred times stronger than the cave in the wasteland.

Early the next morning, Yuan Wei was awakened from his cultivation state by the noise, he pushed open the window and looked down condescendingly, in the morning light, the circular square was already full of people, and it was very lively.

Among these immortal cultivators of different colors, the realm of forging veins for eight or nine weeks is the mainstay, and there are only a few who have six weeks of heaven like Yuanwei Mu Anis, but there are no immortal cultivators who gather spirits and higher realms, probably, this North Point Fang City is only a low-end Fang City that these low-level immortal cultivators come to patronize.

Motoo Mu Wei is a person who likes to join in the fun, and the two hurriedly dressed up and joined the flow of people in the market.

"Second-grade staff, fifty spirit stones!"

"A long sword, ten spirit stones can be taken away, everyone come and take a look!"

"A large number of soul nourishing grasses were purchased, and only more than a hundred years were collected. For a hundred years of medicinal age, twenty spirit stones for one plant, for two hundred years of medicinal years, fifty spirit stones for one plant, for five hundred years of medicinal years, five hundred spirit stones for one plant, and for a thousand years of medicinal age, the price is as you want!"

"A large number of acquisitions of red grass, quenched vines, and solescent leaves... Look at the price of the medicine!"

Selling, bargaining, selling, a happy and peaceful atmosphere. This familiar scene is very similar to the fang market in Yuwangbu, and Yuan Wei is crazy to watch.

"Senior Brother Yuan, Senior Brother Mu, is that you?" a cheerful voice sounded behind him.

Yuanwei Mu Wei turned around and found that it was Xia Heying, a fellow member of the Qingqiu Sect.

Xia Heying is the head disciple, but he is not arrogant, and he gets along well with the disciples of the sect on weekdays. In addition, the last time he fought against Haoyang hunter Liu Yi with Yuanwei Mu Wei, they also know each other.

When he met his old acquaintance in a foreign country, Yuanwei greeted him with a warm heart: "It turned out to be Senior Sister Xia, why are you here?"