Half a month later, within a small town.

In the room, He Leng stared at the churning liquid in the medicine pot on the stove, and a few coughs came out of his throat from time to time, and he leaned on a large chair paved with soft animal skins, with a sickly expression.

After the end of a big battle that day, He Leng fainted, and Ye Yu and Shaman Ha also fainted one after another, scaring the remaining little white flower with minor injuries to half death, so he had to change his body shape and finally took the three of them away from the battlefield, and after flying hundreds of miles, he finally fell down due to the deterioration of his injuries.

Then He Leng woke up slowly, found a cave in the depths of the mountain forest to hide, and began to check the injuries of several people.

Xiao Baihua was the least injured, except for a piece of flesh pecked off by the silver eagle on his tail, only a few minor sword wounds on his body; He Leng was second, although there were dozens of wounds on his body, but they were only some flesh wounds, and he never hurt his internal organs, but he was in a coma before due to excessive blood loss; the most troublesome were Ye Yu and Shaman Ha, in addition to the wounds all over their bodies, each of them suffered serious internal injuries, the internal organs were damaged and displaced, and the blood was full of filthy blood, and even the breathing was not for a while, if it were not for the support of both of them with a not weak cultivation foundation, I am afraid that they would have already disappeared。

He Leng first cleaned up everyone's wounds, and after eating the pills he carried with him, he spent several days using silver needles to expel the dirty blood in Ye and Sa's bodies, and then looked for herbs to treat internal injuries nearby.

Although there are many herbs in this wilderness, they are just ordinary things such as blood and tendons, and it is more than enough to treat the injuries of He Leng and Xiao Baihua, but Ye Yu and Shamanha's injuries are too serious, but how can these herbs be treated.

Just to control their injuries within a certain range, He Leng made a stretcher, first dragged it for seven or eight days, Ye and Sa's injuries gradually stabilized, He Leng changed to fly with a sword, and after flying for two days, he and Xiao Baihua brought the two to this small town.

Fortunately, although the town is small, it is the place where the cultivation world is, and the people who live there are all people who have high or low cultivation, so the sparrow is small but has all kinds of organs, although the kind of rare elixir of the living dead is small but not nothing, but it is not something that He Leng can consume at this moment, fortunately, his own medical skills are not much worse than the doctors in this town, and after walking around, he has bought all the medicines he needs, although it cannot be compared with the rare elixir, but it is enough to save Ye and Sa......

In the past half a month, Ye and Sa have been in a state of half-awake and half-coma, and they have been asleep for most of the time......

For a while, a fierce cough sounded in this small room, and it wasn't until He Leng fed them the medicine that the cough slowly eased, but it was still intermittent, but the voice was much clearer.

"You haven't recovered from your own injuries, so drink the medicine while it's hot, only if you get better first, we can hope to recover." ”

"Yes, after all, this time it is thanks to your medical skills, otherwise even if we were lucky enough to escape in that big battle, we would still lose our lives in the end due to the lack of timely treatment for our injuries. ”

He Leng first checked the pulse of the two of them, and saw that their injuries had been completely controlled and began to improve, so he smiled at the two of them: "I can't say that, if there are no two of you, even if I know how to heal again, what can I do?" In the hands of those people, I am afraid that I will not be able to hold out for a few breaths, and maybe I will die in their hands without even having a chance to take out the soul bead." ”

After this tribulation of life and death, the relationship between several people was invisibly closer, after He Leng drank the medicine, the three of them talked very happily, and when it came to the funny place, it involved the wound, the shaman laughed regardless of it, and a wound in his body collapsed, coughed, and coughed out a mouthful of blood.

Panicked, He Leng hurriedly took out a silver needle, and it took a few stitches to stop coughing.

Ye Yu didn't dare to laugh anymore if he wanted to laugh, and said to the shaman: "Look at you laughing again, the internal injury is just a little better, and now it will collapse again, don't be killed by the enemy at that time, you will laugh to death for yourself, then the fun will be great." ”

The shaman said with a sneering face.

"Boom!"

There was a knock on the door.

The inn service staff came in with food, looked at a few patients in the room curiously, put down the food and retreated.

He Leng helped the two to the dining table and sat down to greet them: "I specially asked the store to make a few light liquid dishes, and everyone eats them while they are hot." ”

The little white flower that was huddled in a clump on the soft chair raised its head and glanced at it, revealing its tail and sweeping it twice, the scar on the wound knot on it had fallen off, and a piece of fresh skin was obviously different in color from other parts, and she muttered while burying her head under her body: "No taste!"

"What's wrong with Little Baihua, I've been listless all day today, and according to it, its injuries should have healed!" Ye Yu took He Lenggang's bowl of soup in his hand and said curiously.

"It's okay, according to its own words, it has gained from the previous battle, and it may be promoted in the next few days, so don't worry about it. He Leng explained as if nothing happened, in fact, he was very jealous in his heart, this girl, everyone almost fell in that battle, this kid is good, he is about to be promoted after a battle, it really makes sense!

Shamanha didn't care, although the big injury had not healed, but he grabbed a huge elbow and gnawed happily, and said while gnawing: "This is normal, many demonic beasts have grown up in battle, coupled with their innate inheritance talent, every big battle will release a little inheritance from their parents......, it is not surprising!

Ye Yu was really speechless to the extreme: "Do you still want to drink?

He Leng hurriedly went over and patted the other party on the back, and gave him another bowl of soup, saying, "It's almost over, Uncle Ha will bear with it for a while, and after the injury heals, you can drink as much as you want." ”

After a few days like this, more than two months later, the injuries of several people completely improved, during which Xiao Baihua successfully advanced, from the second-order low-level demonic beast to the second-order mid-level, he had already thrown He Leng far away, and he was so angry that He Leng hadn't spoken to it for two days.

On this day, everyone was about to leave the town, a terrifying coercion suddenly came, and a moment later, another coercion also hit from afar, the two coercion were not up and down, holding each other, the wind outside the town was fierce, and the surrounding spiritual energy was surging in one direction, and countless monks were rushing towards this only town within a radius of thousands of miles.

He Leng and the others who had just gone out were suddenly shocked, could it be that the owner of the Divine Creek Stream chased here?

There were many people around, and from time to time there were shouts and discussions:

"Fast forward to town, there are two peerless powerhouses duel outside. ”

"This coercion alone has suppressed many low-level cultivators......

"And it's so far away......"

In the midst of the shouts, I saw several figures flying out of the town, quickly chasing in the direction of the coercion, and at the same time warning everyone: "Those who cultivate below the soul master are fifty miles away from the center of the battle, otherwise they will bear the consequences!"

"The monk of the town shall return to the house quickly, and there will be a fight for a while, so as not to be affected. ”

"Oh my God, what did that man say just now? The Soul Lord is a cultivator who is a realm cultivator fifty miles away, and what is the height of the strength of the two powerhouses in the duel?"

"Is it the Soul Venerable level?"

"It's possible, otherwise how could such a terrifying coercion be issued......"

"Quick...... Hurry into town and dodge!"

He Leng and the others looked at each other, came back to their senses after a while, and hurriedly returned to the inn, which was already bustling with monks, and the sounds of sighing, complaining, and insulting all around were endless......

"The duel between two powerhouses in such a cultivation realm, pity me and other low-level cultivators......"

"I don't know how many people will suffer from the pond fish in this duel!