Seeing that Fang Ziyan had fallen to the ground and was unconscious, Xiongguantian had no intention of killing them all.

The sword servant Xiang Feiyu came out with a voice:

"The second ring is over. The winner, the Tiansha Gang, is heroic. ”

As soon as the words fell, the disciples of the Tiansha Gang in the audience shouted loudly:

"Tiansha Gang! Tiansha Gang ······"

On the ring, the pale golden Yuan Qi protective enchantment slowly disappeared, and Wu Di and Su Ling'er quickly rushed forward, carrying down Fang Ziyan, who was covered in injuries.

They ripped off the fabric on their clothes, trying to plug the blood on Fang Ziyan's body.

But there was too much blood, and the blood kept pouring out, and it couldn't be stopped.

Su Ling'er looked at her bloody hands, and her tears couldn't stop flowing.

The surrounding spectators were also a little unbearable, some handed bandages, and some handed wound medicine.

But everyone is white, Fang Ziyan is too seriously injured, and these ordinary injuries can't save him.

And Wu Di was sad and angry in his heart, he had never seen his senior brother hurt so badly.

He has always been heartless, but at this moment, in his heart, he already has a monstrous hatred for Xiongguantian's father and son.

But even if he wants to, draw his blood and eat his flesh, but he is a waste that can't be absorbed into his body, and he is helpless to take others.

Just when Wu Di and Su Ling'er were at a loss in the face of the bloody senior brother.

The sword attendant Xiang Feiyu suddenly flashed in front of them.

He stretched out his hand and used Yuan Qi to probe Fang Ziyan's injury, then nodded thoughtfully and said:

"Well······ there is a way to save him, but ······"

Hearing this, the senior sister and brother immediately looked at him with bright eyes, as if a light appeared in the night.

"But what?" The two sisters and brothers asked in unison.

Since Xiang Feiyu said so, there must be a way to save Senior Brother.

Xiang Feiyu looked at Su Ling'er. Slowly spit out a few words:

"Exchange your 'Twelve Slashes of the Wind'."

Before the words fell, an old book with a cowhide cover was thrown in front of him with a "whoosh".

As soon as the sword finger in his left hand came out, the cheats of "Twelve Slashes of the Wind" appeared in front of him.

Yuan Qi operated, and the cheats in front of him were turned page by page.

After only reading two or three pages, his expression was stunned, and a trace of imperceptible joy appeared on his face, and then he immediately closed the cheats and put them in his pocket.

"Sure enough, it's the lower grade exercises. And it is a martial art that can be continuously sublimated with the improvement of the realm. He was happy in his heart, but he still maintained a cold personality.

He didn't expect that the girl in red in front of him, in order to save his senior brother, would so easily offer the extremely precious earth-level exercises.

You must know that the earth-level exercises are very rare in the entire True Origin Continent.

The power of the earth-level exercises is even more extreme.

As long as you are at the ground level, even if it is a low-level martial art, I don't know how many times stronger it is than the upper grade of the Xuan rank.

Even in the upper-level sect, a low-level martial art is enough to make many people disown their relatives and kill each other.

From this moment in front of her, in order to save her senior brother, the girl took out the ground-level exercises without blinking her eyes.

It can be seen that for her, her brother's life is more important than everything.

This kind of friendship is really rare and rare in this martial arts continent, and Xiang Feiyu has some admiration.

It was not difficult for him to save the fat man in front of him.

But being able to exchange for a low-grade martial art, for him, it is extremely cost-effective, and it is not much different from picking it up for nothing.

Some people will say that a powerful sword cultivator like Xiang Feiyu is already terrifyingly powerful in his own right, and he is a sword attendant with a high status, why should he pull down his face and make a deal with a little girl.

But then again, he's also a person! A sword cultivator who hopes to go further in the martial arts.

In the face of the ground-level exercise cheats, even if he is such a cold sword cultivator, he will not be unmoved.

Since Xiang Feiyu had already obtained the martial art "Twelve Slashes of the Wind", he would naturally take action to heal Fang Ziyan.

With a spread of his palm, a pill slightly glowing with purple qi appeared in his hand.

This pill was crystal clear and round, and there were two tiny lines of various strange symbols floating faintly on its surface.

Moreover, these lines glow with white light, which is particularly conspicuous.

After everyone around saw this purple elixir, they all erupted in exclamation.

"Five Grades and Two Patterns Purple Qi Pill!" Someone screamed.

Hearing this, someone asked, "Yo! Connoisseurs! Can you tell us more about it? ”

Most of the people present could tell from the momentum emanating from this elixir that this thing was not simple.

It's just that not many people can recognize this elixir.

Because the population in this ancient city of the Burial Sword is already scarce, there is not a single alchemist.

Therefore, most of the residents in the city have not been exposed to any elixir.

"Yes! Tell me about it? ”

It's rare to see this rare object, and many people want to hear about it.

The people who shouted the name of this elixir heard that everyone did not know the origin of this elixir, and they were all asking curiously.

Immediately, an inexplicable sense of superiority hit me in my heart, and my expression became a little proud.

He straightened his voice, and then spoke:

"Since everyone wants to know, I'll talk about it."

"In this world, in addition to the 'martial cultivation' of cultivating the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth, there is also the 'Dan cultivation' of refining the hundred herbs."

"This 'Dan Xiu', also known as 'Alchemist', is a very sparse group of people."

"This alchemist is divided into one to nine grades in total, the higher the grade, the higher the level of the pill that can be refined, and the stronger the effect of the pill."

"And this 'Purple Qi Pill' has a grade of five grades, and it requires an alchemist with a grade of at least five grades to be able to refine it, which can be called a rare elixir."

Someone asked, "How do you know this?" ”

This person smiled, and then said: "This entire Ancient City of Burial Sword, it is estimated that only I know. ”

He bought Guan Zi and did not answer directly, but showed a superior look.

"You mean!" Someone hurriedly shouted.

Seeing that someone opened his mouth and continued to ask, he continued:

"In this vast Gobi, where do you get your daily food and clothing? Naturally, I was transported from outside by my 'department store', and without us merchants, who had enough goods before the heavy snow closed the road, you would have had to drink the northwest wind this winter. ”

After he took the opportunity to advertise his 'department store', he continued:

"We are buying goods everywhere, and we are naturally more knowledgeable than you. I was fortunate enough to see these five grades of 'Purple Qi Pill' in an auction house in a big southern city. ”

Speaking of this, everyone suddenly realized that the situation was roughly white.

"Then how much is this five-grade purple qi pill worth?" Some people questioned the value of this elixir, and this is what everyone wants to know.

After all, having said so much, how much is this elixir worth??

This go-to lang stretched out five fingers with an exaggerated expression, and said word by word:

"Five, hundred, ten thousand······, Qi, stone!"