Zhang Jun lost too much blood when refining the Flood Desolation Overlord Ding, he had just woken up and was seriously injured by Guan Xiong's hard fight, and he tried his best to obliterate Guan Xiong, and he no longer had the strength to seal the acupoint to stop the bleeding, Guan Xiong's body fell to the ground at the same time, Zhang Jun also fell to the ground, the flesh and blood of the front chest wound turned outward, gurgling blood, eyes were full of stars, and he was short of breath, if he didn't give first aid, he was afraid that Da Luo Jinxian would not be able to save him.

Fortunately, Guan Xiang rushed to Yuan Shan with an arrow step, hugged Zhang Jun's body, moved his hands together, and pointed at the big hole on Zhang Jun's chest.

Guan Xiang took off his cover, tore it into a piece of cloth, took out the healing medicine from his Qiankun bag, sprinkled it on the wound on Zhang Jun's chest, then bandaged the wound, poured out three pills from a porcelain bottle, broke Zhang Jun's closed mouth, and sent the three pills into Zhang Jun's mouth with his backhand. only to breathe a sigh of relief. Zhang Jun's fate was saved.

Zhang Jun smelled a faint body fragrance in a daze, twenty-year-old Zhang Jun has never been in contact with a beautiful woman since he became an adult, and he has not yet done his job. was held in the arms of the woman, and there was a trace of throbbing, and the spirit was a little ape-like.

When the pill entered the abdomen, a cool and refreshing feeling came to his heart, and the pain in his chest was reduced a lot, Zhang Jun gradually sobered up, and involuntarily moved his face twice, and a strand of hair in Guan Xiang floated on Zhang Jun's face, making Zhang Jun so itchy.

"Don't move when you're awake, the wound is too big, it's easy to bleed again, just lie down?" Guan Xiang's voice returned to a female voice, which was very pleasant.

With his back against the soft private part of the compartment, Zhang Jun couldn't stand it, and after biting his tongue, he calmed down a lot.

"Thank you for saving my life, my name is Zhang Jun. After speaking, Zhang Jun closed his eyes, took out thousands of high-grade spars from the Qiankun bag, held the spars in his hand, and turned away the primary sky-devouring power of the Ten Thousand Transformation Gong of the stars. Zhang Jun felt that after the battle of life and death, the eightfold realm of the Spirit Martial Mirror was driven to perfection, and the speed of absorbing the crystals in the spar was a little faster.

Guan Xiang didn't move, hugged Zhang Jun and sat on the ground, looking at Zhang Jun's nearly middle-aged face, his sallow skin was pale, and he couldn't help but feel a slight pain in his heart.

He was maliciously persecuted by his uncle and brother, causing him to almost die, but he was rescued by a strange man, and this strange man named Zhang Jun was seriously injured when he met in Pingshui to save himself, why is his life so upside down. Is there no humanity in the martial arts world?

Everything that happened just now was just an instant, and within a quarter of an hour of Zhang Jun's healing, two groups of people rushed to the river, saw Guan Xiang and Zhang Jun sitting on the ground, and looked at the two corpses lying in a pool of blood. speculated about the identities of these four people.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly.

Finally, a man with long eyebrows holding a bone whip stepped forward and said, "Young man, what does these two people who died on the ground have to do with you?"

Guan Xiang raised his head and replied in a man's voice, "The three of us are the experienced disciples sent by the Qianyang Sect, and it was my servant who was injured. ”

The Bone Whip Man glanced back at his friend behind him, and a white-haired old man nodded at him, and after getting approval, he then asked, "Who did the poison, and where has he gone now?"

"A young master, at least Huang Wujing's peak cultivation, his strength is so strong, he is flying in the sky, when we arrived here, he picked up something in the river, and when he saw us, he made a move, and the two senior brothers died, and I was far away, and under the desperate rescue of the servant, I escaped this catastrophe, but the servant was seriously injured and his life was dying. After speaking, he bowed his head and wept.

"I don't know where that strong man has gone now?

The two groups of people, you look at me, I look at you, they didn't come forward to do anything, each sent a person to the river to investigate the movement, to determine the truth of what Guan Xiang said, and after a short time the two people who went to the river to investigate came back, the two groups of people whispered. The result of the investigation was that the smell of flood by the river was also very strong. It is estimated that what is said should be true.

In these two groups of people, there are strong people at the peak of the Ming Wujing to lead the team, and they have never paid attention to Zhang Jun and the others, and they never thought that the treasure of the desolation would be on the ants.

What the two strong men are afraid of is that the strength of both sides is equal, and what needs to be vigilant is how to prevent each other from sneaking attack.

The white-haired old man who led the group of bone whip men first identified himself, clenched his fists and said, "Everyone, we are the guests of the Eight Kings' Mansion of the Red Blood City, the old decay Chen San, who is the master of the sect without asking you?"

The peak leader of the Mingwu Mirror of the other group was a middle-aged man, glanced left and right, and hugged his fists and said, "It turns out that we are the curtain guests of the Eight Kings' Mansion, and we are from Fuyun Valley." Contemptible Qian Yu, bothered. ”

Chen Sanyi heard that the other party was a member of the Fuyun Valley Gate of the Four Fierce Lands, his face changed slightly, and he said, "Since everyone is looking for opportunities, let's go south to find it, don't bother, please take care of yourself." After speaking, he led a group of strong men under his command to gallop south.

Qian Yu sneered, turned his head and waved his hand to the north, leading the people away quickly. After stepping out of Lixu, he stopped, and after giving a strong man in black a look, he continued to rush towards the mountains to the north.

Guan Xiang finally breathed a sigh of relief, this lie had been carefully thought out many times, for fear that there would be a loophole that would be detected by the two strong people.

During this time, Zhang Jun has been holding his hands in his sleeves, constantly absorbing the crystal element of the spar, and the dantian is full of true qi.

Under the dual effect of the healing pill fed by Guan Xiang and the repair of the spar true qi, the external injury has been healed by a small half, and the wound has begun to form a shallow scab, after all, Zhang Jun's physique is different from ordinary people, and his recovery ability is dozens of times that of normal people.

A murderous aura approached, Zhang Jun turned his head slightly, and saw a hidden figure behind a waist-thick giant tree ten zhang away.

A black-clothed killer leaned against the tree, hiding behind the trunk of the tree, holding a short sword, preparing to sneak attack Zhang Jun and Guan Xiang. This master is a six-fold powerhouse of the Ming Martial Mirror.

Zhang Jun didn't dare to be careless, reached out and took out the purple * arrow and the golden hoop pseudo-stick, and in an instant, the golden hoop pseudo-stick flew out of his hand, smashed on the tree trunk, and hit the killer through the trunk, and the killer sensed the danger and flew out to dodge. Three sounds of breaking the air have come to the chest, and they have penetrated the front chest in the blink of an eye.

The black-clothed killer died inexplicably under the divine power of the golden hoop pseudo-rod and the purple *, and the corpse was glued to the trunk of the tree by the golden hoop pseudo-rod.

After Zhang Jun's strength increased greatly, the power of this arrow was also huge, and even the sixfold powerhouse of the Ming Martial Mirror was also killed with one move.

Zhang Jun used too much force just now, pulling the wound on his chest, and the scab was torn and a lot of blood came out.

"There is a killer, it is from Fuyun Valley, I have solved it, this is not safe, it is not a place to stay for a long time," After speaking, Zhang Jun stood up, covered his chest with one hand, and said.

"Back to Red Blood City, will you go with me Guan Xiang?" Zhang Jun asked, hoping that Guan Xiang would go with him, this poor kind woman deeply touched Zhang Jun's heart. Zhang Jun began to like to close the box a little.

"Hmm," Guan Xiang involuntarily agreed.

Zhang Jun covered his chest with one hand, stepped forward with the other hand to hold Guan Xiang's hand, and headed west.

Although Guan Xiang, who has long been close to Zhang Jun, is only about twenty years old, after all, she is a girl, and for the first time in her life, she was held by a strange man, which made Guan Xiang's heart beat faster, his face was red, and he shook his hand to get rid of Zhang Jun, but found that Zhang Jun's hand was very tight, so he simply attached to Zhang Jun, bowed his head and followed Zhang Jun to leave Baoqing Mountain quickly.

Baoqingshan, which was originally inaccessible, attracted countless strong people to covet it due to the ancient flood atmosphere that erupted from the Flood Desolation Overlord Ding. Zhang Jun and the others tried to avoid pedestrians.

The Dragon Tourist Inn, located on the central street of the Red Blood City, is the largest chain inn in the Red Blood City, and has a semicolon in the Seven Kings of the Kunyu Empire. The two VIP rooms on the top floor were reserved by Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun's actions made Guan Xiang more and more incomprehensible, from Zhang Jun's weapons and Zhang Jun's generosity, it can be determined that Zhang Jun is definitely not a slave, but the clothes are slave clothes.

After Zhang Jun and Guan Xiang had a brief meal, they didn't say anything and went back to their respective rooms.

There was nothing to say all night, and in the afternoon of the next day, Zhang Jun, who had recovered from his injuries, asked Guan Xiang to go to Longyuan Pavilion with the Purple Gold Dragon Card and find Chief Manager Ling to buy a batch of life-saving pills. The profound lesson made Zhang Jun learn from the pain and decided to spend a lot of money to reserve some elixir.

Guan Xiang was very moved with the Qiankun bag in his hand, and 10 million high-grade spars were enough to make many people feel moved and commit crimes. I didn't expect Zhang Jun to trust him so much, and told him to buy whatever he liked, without any defense, Guan Xiang secretly congratulated himself on his acquaintance with Zhang Jun and the experience of life and death.

Zhang Jun, who was dressed as a slave, stopped in front of the Refining Weapon Sect, this life and death experience made him feel an unprecedented sense of crisis, no matter how powerful he was, there were people outside the world, there were heavens outside the sky, and life preservation was the most important thing, the reason why he came to the Refining Weapon Sect was to create two armors that could protect himself and his life.

It is said that the Refining Weapon Sect has stood in the Red Blood City for thousands of years, and only the Imperial Xuanzong in the Kunyu Empire can compete with the status of the Refining Weapon Sect, and they are all top-level existences with Xuanwu-level refiners.

When Zhang Jun came to the periphery of the Refining Weapon Sect, he already felt that the temperature was much higher than that of other places, and when he looked up, a skyscraper tower as high as a thousand meters stood within the wall.

A steward in the living room at the front door of the Refining Sect was receiving Zhang Jun, and when he saw Zhang Jun dressed as a slave and had a sallow face, he said a little arrogantly.

"Our Refining Sect will not create low-grade artifacts, if you want to create a divine weapon, not to mention the spars, the materials needed are also quite expensive, I don't know what artifacts you want to make?"

As soon as Zhang Jun understood what the other party meant, he sneered, and threw out a Qiankun bag, "10 million high-grade spars, I want to see your chief manager." ”

The steward was startled when he heard this, this is a big financier, and the business of 10 million high-grade spars is really not something he can say, and his attitude immediately turned 180 degrees.

"Honorable guest, please take a seat, I will immediately ask the chief steward to receive you, maid, and serve tea ......"

For such snobbish villains, the world abounds, and Zhang Jun has long been disdainful of them.

In a moment, a middle-aged beautiful woman stepped forward, and a burst of laughter like a silver bell came. "Hehehe...... Youke have been waiting for a long time, I am the chief manager of the Refining Weapon Sect, my name is Mengyi, I don't know if the little brother needs our help. ”

"The chief manager of the dream relics, my master asked me to make two pieces of armor, the higher the level, the better, the lowest is the yellow grade or above, the spar is not a problem, this is ten million high-grade spar, as a deposit. ”

"Oh, that's it, then please come with me, the sect master is a Xuan-level refiner, and only his old man can meet your requirements,"