In the dark cave, Han Chen sat quietly, his eyes were slightly jawed, his breathing was slow, and the powerful medicinal power and energy were rushing rapidly in the meridians in his body, like a rolling river.

As time slowly passed, the medicinal power and energy were constantly refined and absorbed, and the injuries in Han Chen's body were slowly combed and recovered.

At a certain moment, Han Chen's body trembled slightly, and his slightly jawed eyes slowly opened, his dark eyes were extremely deep, but they were like stars in the night sky, blooming with a compelling essence light, illuminating the dark cave transparently.

"Whew" opened his mouth, Han Chen exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and said with relief: "One day and two nights, the injury has finally healed!"

After capturing two spiritual products and leaving the Qingyuan Mountain Forest, by this time, two nights and one day had passed.

Got up and stood up, slightly moved his body, which was a little sore and numb because of sitting cross-legged for a long time, and then walked to the entrance of the cave and moved the rock blocking the entrance of the cave.

The soft light of the early morning shines in, dispelling the darkness in the cave and making it look very bright. Han Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a few steps forward, stopping at the entrance of the cave.

In the misty stone forest, the dense fog has not dispersed for a long time, even in the daytime, it is still extremely thick, although the rising sun has risen at this time, but because of the dense fog, the line of sight is still greatly affected, even with Han Chen's current eyesight, he can only see a hundred meters away, and it is not clear if he is farther.

But even so, Han Chen could still see the stone pinnacles that stood around him like trees in the mountains, straight as a sword. Towering into the clouds, it looks extremely spectacular, coupled with the dense fog around it, adding a bit of mystery, especially in the depths of the dense fog, the sound of beast roars from time to time makes people can't help but have a trace of fear in their hearts.

Now that Han Chen's injuries had fully recovered, he was not too ostentatious, and after pausing to blow the morning breeze for a while, he turned around and moved the rock again. Plug the hole. Then he returned to the cave.

Flick your fingers and take out a few light crystals from the empty ring, fix them on the mountain wall, and then tidy up the large patch of dry weeds a little and pile them together. He sat down on it.

"I don't know how they are now, Brother Gao Han!" groaned slightly. Han Chen flipped his hand and took out the communication sword from the empty ring that was in contact with Gao Han and the others in the north.

In fact, according to Han Chen's estimate. The battle for the Red Desolate Fruit was probably over, after all, when he left. The other three spirit products of the Red Desolate Fruit have already been picked, and the rest is just a competition between martial artists.

Two nights and one day, eighteen hours, such a long time, no matter how tragic the fighting, should be over.

And now, what Han Chen was worried about was only the safety of Beifang Wuxian and Liu Wuyin and others, although they did not participate in the competition for the spirit product Red Desolate Fruit, but the scene was so chaotic at that time, it was difficult to guarantee that nothing would happen.

"Ye Yun, are you okay, where are you now?" Northern Gao Han's voice full of concern sounded in his mind, making Han Chen's heart slightly relieved.

"I'm fine, I'm healing in the Misty Stone Forest right now, where are you now?"

Han Chen's communication with the northern high cold lasted for two pillars of incense before the communication was cut off.

In the cave, Han Chen sat cross-legged on the dry grass, and the transmission sword was pinched in his hand and played slowly, but his brows were slightly furrowed, and he fell into deep thought.

Through the communication between Guò and the northern high cold, Han Chen also knew about the other party's situation, and now he did not go back to Chifeng Stream, but under the leadership of the Northern Traceless, he found a mountain forest and hid it.

After this battle, Northern Wuji, Liu Wuyin and others were more or less injured, in addition, the disciples of the Northern Family also lost a lot, and now there are only more than 90 people left.

After the great battle between Helian Mad and Lin Tomb and others, the disciples of the Northern Family had lost most of them, but now they have been sharply reduced by nearly half again, and the original five hundred and forty people, now there are less than a hundred left, which can be described as a heavy loss.

But fortunately, although it has paid such a big price, it has also gained a lot.

There are more than 140 pieces of red barren fruits, more than 400 pieces of 2,000-year-old red barren fruits, and even more than 900 pieces of thousand-year-old red barren fruits.

Not to mention the quantity, the more than one hundred and forty ordinary Red Desolate Fruits alone are already of extraordinary value, even after sharing some with Liu Wuyin and the four of them, it is still a lot, compared to the past, this can be said to be the biggest harvest since the Northern Family entered the Red Desolate Secret Realm so many times.

For such a result, Han Chen is naturally happy to see it.

In addition, Han Chen also learned the whereabouts of the other three spirit products Red Desolate Fruit from the mouth of the Northern High Cold.

"Of the three Spirit Grade Red Desolate Fruits, one was taken away by Ning Qingyan and Fu Hongyan of the Purple Cloud Sect, while the remaining two were taken away by the same person, and that person was the Thousand Mountains of Qianshan Mansion!"

The voice of the northern cold sounded in his mind, and Han Chen's brows couldn't help but wrinkle even tighter.

Qianshan Wudao, this result was completely unexpected by his Han Chen, how could he have imagined that Qianshan Wudao would actually take two like him.

Han Chen was self-aware, the reason why he was able to take two spiritual products from many martial artists was that he relied entirely on Qingluan Wing, if there was no Qingluan Wing, Han Chen might not even be able to take one.

And what does the thousand mountains have no way on?

In this regard, the northern high cold is also vague, because they received and left in time, so they are not very clear about the specific situation later.

Although he didn't get a satisfactory answer, it didn't prevent Han Chen from attaching importance to this Thousand Mountains and Pathless Dao, no matter what means the latter relied on, being able to capture two Red Desolate Fruits alone was enough to show that the latter's strength was definitely not to be underestimated.

In addition, for Ning Qingyan and Fu Hongyan, Han Chen couldn't help but be a little impressed.

Although the two of them are women, they can stand out from so many martial artists and win a Red Wild Fruit, which shows that the two of them are extraordinary.

After a moment, Han Chen exhaled lightly, shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, flipped his palm, and put the transmission sword Yu into the empty ring.

According to the Northern Gao Han, now there is chaos outside, in order to get more Red Desolate Fruits, the warriors are still fighting each other, as long as they meet, they will directly draw their swords against each other, there is no reason at all.

And among them, there are also many loose cultivators, and sect disciples, who are searching for him, Qianshan Wudao and Ning Qingyan.

For these martial artists, Han Chen is not afraid, but more is better than less, he doesn't want to run out to chase others at this time.

Now that there was nothing to do, Han Chen simply calmed down, took out a three-thousand-year-old Mortal Red Desolate Fruit from the empty ring, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

Start improving your physical strength. (To be continued......)

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