"Wow"

was hit hard in the chest by Wang Teng's palm, Han Yi spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth with a "wow", his body took a few steps backwards, and he sat down on the ground all of a sudden, only to feel a chill in his chest, and his face was as pale as paper, but his hands were still holding Zhu Ganglie tightly.

The frost entered his body, and an extremely strong chill spread towards Han Yi's internal organs, freezing Han Yi's lips purple and trembling all over his body.

Seeing Han Yi sitting on the ground, but still refusing to let go, Wang Teng's face turned cold, a trace of violence flashed in his eyes, and he immediately stepped forward, scolding angrily while raising his right foot to punch and kick Han Yi.

"Waste, I don't know what to do, kill you wild boy. ”

seems to understand that if Han Yi is really beaten to death, he will not be able to get out of it, so this time, Wang Teng did not use his internal strength.

After beating Han Yi for nearly a meal, Wang Teng seemed to be tired, seeing Han Yi curled up, his face was covered with the blood he vomited, and his consciousness had begun to be confused, but he still hugged Zhu Ganglie tightly in his arms.

"Phew! ”

Wang Teng panted and spat on Han Yi's face, scolded angrily, and then turned around and left without looking back with the disciple of the Feiyu family, Wang Teng didn't want to really beat Han Yi to death, otherwise the family would definitely blame themselves.

After Wang Teng left, Zhu Ganglie struggled out of Han Yi's arms, looking at Han Yi who was lying on the ground, covered with scars, Zhu Ganglie's eyes flickered, and he fell into deep thought.

With Zhu Ganglie's strength, it is effortless to kill Wang Teng and save Han Yi, but Zhu Ganglie can't be saved, once exposed, Zhu Ganglie will probably be greeted with death.

If it was a person with evil intentions, Zhu Ganglie would not hesitate to kill him, but this Han Yi was beaten like this in order to protect himself, Zhu Ganglie is not an indifferent and ruthless wild boar, it is a wild boar with a clear love and hate, and he can't ignore Han Yi.

About half an hour later, Han Yi's vague consciousness gradually woke up, opened his eyes, looked at Zhu Ganglie who was staring at him in front of him, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he muttered to himself:

"Xiaofei, am I really useless, I can't protect the village, and now I can't even protect you, I'm really a waste. ”

Hearing this, Zhu Ganglie wanted to say some chicken soup to Han Yi in his previous life, such as "I am born to be useful" and something like that, but the sound he made was just the pig cry of a wild boar "humming and chirping" to Han Yi.

After being silent for a while, Han Yi recovered a little spirit, hugged Zhu Ganglie in his arms, dragged his seriously injured body, and walked back to his residence.

Three days later, looking at Han Yi, who was seriously injured and had a painful expression, lying on the bed and still not getting better, Zhu Ganglie's eyes flickered, and he seemed to have made up his mind in the center, turned around and ran out of the residence.

After a meal, Zhu Ganglie ran back and knocked on Han Yi's arm to wake Han Yi up.

"Ahem!ahem!ahem!Fatty, what are you going to do?"

Han Yi turned around from the bed and coughed heavily, like an old man who was about to die, and asked in a weak tone.

Seeing this, Zhu Ganglie "hum, hum" a few words, spit out a white jade slip from the pig's mouth, lifted the pig's trotters, nodded at the jade slip, and then put the pig's trotters on his forehead.

Seeing Zhu Ganglie who was behaving strangely, Han Yi was a little confused for a while, and asked Zhu Ganglie with some uncertainty:

"Xiaofei, do you mean to let me put what came out of your mouth on my forehead?"

Zhu Ganglie nodded the pig's head, Han Yi showed a puzzled expression on his face, stretched out his finger to pick up the jade slip that Zhu Ganglie spit on the ground, took it in his hand and rummaged through it, he didn't feel anything strange, and couldn't help but look at Zhu Ganglie.

Han Yi's grinding and hesitating appearance suddenly made Zhu Gang angry.

"Hey, this stinky boy, I'm a top-class cultivation mantra, I'll give you free cultivation, and you won't believe me even if you take such a big advantage from me, it's so stupid, you deserve to be beaten. ”

Zhu Ganglie muttered to himself in his heart.

Seeing Zhu Ganglie's angry expression, Han Yi no longer hesitated, and slowly approached the white jade slip to his forehead.

A flash of spiritual light flashed, and instantly disappeared into Han Yi's sea of knowledge, only to see Han Yi's eyes widen, with an incredible expression on his face, and his eyes glanced at Zhu Ganglie in surprise, and then sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and meditated, and practiced the low-level "Qi Alchemy Technique" recorded in his jade slip.

After about half a day's effort, a trace of aura gathered around Han Yi's body, which was very rare, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

However, although the aura is small, it is more than enough to recover Han Yi's physical injuries.

Seeing that Han Yi's face in cultivation gradually became ruddy, Zhu Ganglie suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, if Han Yi was injured and died, Zhu Ganglie would not be able to find someone who could hide his identity for a while, in case he ran into someone like Wang Teng, who only wanted to eat himself, it would not be fun.

Three days later, Han Yi had successfully washed his muscles and cut the marrow.

Five days later, Han Yi has been successfully reborn.

Seven days later, Han Yi had successfully opened the Dan Gathering Spirit.

The entire cultivation process lasted for nearly half a month, which was more than a step slower than Zhu Ganglie.

And in this half a month, Zhu Ganglie did not slack off, he practiced diligently almost day and night, and the demonic power in his Danhai had already condensed into two paths, if the third demonic power was condensed, Zhu Ganglie's demonic power cultivation would reach the middle stage of the Qi Refining Realm.

As for teaching "Qi Alchemy" to Han Yi, Zhu Ganglie also considered it carefully, in addition to saving Han Yi's life, Zhu Ganglie also had another plan.

A month later, Han Yi not only healed the injuries on his body by cultivating the Qi Refining Technique, but also successfully cultivated his first spiritual power and became a monk in the Qi Refining Period.

In the mountain behind the outer courtyard of the Feiyu family, there is a dense green bamboo forest, which is extremely hidden and rarely visited.

At this moment, in the green bamboo forest, two figures loomed in the bamboo forest, which were the figures of a small wild boar and a human, it was Zhu Ganglie and Han Yi, who had become a monk.

A thin silver light shot out from Han Yi's cuffs.

Suddenly, the cold light suddenly appeared, and the silver mang, under Han Yi's control, turned into a streamer of light with a "boom", shuttling back and forth on the nearby bamboo poles, passing through instantly without hindrance.

After a few breaths, the silver mang flew back, Han Yi gently stretched out his palm, and the silver mang fell into Han Yi's palm, revealing a delicate silver needle.

The silver needle flew out of Han Yi's palm, and then came back again, the time required for the whole process was only a few breaths, and lightning speed was not enough to describe the speed of the silver needle.

Putting away the silver needle, Han Yi walked to the bamboo pole that was pierced by the silver needle, and stroked the dense needle eyes on the bamboo pole with his hand, with a happy expression on his face.

"Xiaofei, it turns out that spiritual power is used like this, it can be used as a royal weapon, just like a hidden weapon, but it is much more powerful than a hidden weapon. ”

Han Yi's eyes excitedly said to Zhu Ganglie, who was lying on the ground and eating tender grass.

"Devour Tender Grass, +0.1 Flesh Strength"

"Devour Tender Grass, +0.1 Flesh Strength"

......

Seeing that Zhu Ganglie didn't seem to listen to himself carefully, and only knew how to gnaw grass, Han Yi didn't show any dissatisfaction, turned around and walked to Zhu Ganglie's side, and squatted down.

"Xiaofei, I really don't know how to thank you, you not only saved my life, but also taught me such a powerful exercise, from now on, you are my Han Yi's brother. ”

After hearing Han Yi's heartfelt words of gratitude, Zhu Ganglie said a few words of "hum, hum" nonchalantly, and continued to nibble on the tender grass.

"Xiaofei, is this grass so delicious?"

Seeing that Zhu Ganglie was only concerned about eating grass, Han Yi showed a trace of doubt on his face, reached out and grabbed a handful of tender grass on the ground, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Suddenly, a bitter fishy smell filled Han Yi's mouth.

"Phew!"

Han Yi spit out the tender grass in one gulp, with an ugly expression on his face, causing Han Yi's facial features to be a little distorted.

Seeing this, Zhu Ganglie rolled his eyes at Han Yi, if Han Yi could understand Zhu Ganglie's words, he would definitely hear Zhu Ganglie say two words casually

"Sabi!"

"Actually, Zhu Ganglie kind of wants to eat meat, the meat of fierce beasts. ”