After Chi Lin repeatedly confirmed that Qing Han really made him Yan Zhan's respected teacher, he finally felt alive.

It's a pity that he was too seriously injured this time, and it took him twelve days to lie on the bed before he barely recovered.

The schoolwork that instructed Yan Zhan to the foundation fell to Yan Hui, who paid attention to qualitative, and generally let Yan Zhan learn to settle and meditate.

After Chi Lin could get out of bed, Yan Zhan felt that his respected teachers had changed from one to two.

Chi Lin taught her basic spells and attack tactics, and Yan would teach her self-cultivation, not falling into obsessions, and not easily producing demons.

In short, her current homework schedule is full, and she almost forgot that there is someone else who is helping her find something to recover her body.

Qing Han, who was heading to the southeast, had just passed through an extremely arid land, and it stands to reason that this southeast direction was a rich place, so why did the owner of the secret realm just set up a dry land here?

I think it's a test, and if you get through it, you will be rewarded.

Although Qinghan at this moment does not look as handsome as the gods of more than ten days ago, fortunately, he is only a little dehydrated, and after leaving the dry land, he has done a little pranayama, and there is no big problem.

But looking at the endless oasis in front of him, Qing Han was a little stunned, thinking that more than ten days of hiking on dry land was already a test, and now it seems that he still thinks things simple.

It stands to reason. His past temperament, this other people's business, he can do this part, it is already very face-saving.

He may not be interested when he sees an endless oasis.

He is one of the few people who seriously gave him his master, the only relative for him.

He watched his involuntary steps, and he didn't know why he wanted to see if there was really something useful for her in this secret realm.

Even if it's just a little bit of effect, or some kind of magic weapon or something, it's fine.

There was also a voice in his heart telling him that it was very likely that this secret realm itself was the best recovery for her body, and there could be no other treasures.

He could have opened a cave like Yan Hui and them, studied something in it, and then took her out when her body was almost recovered.

You don't have to go to such great lengths to find any panacea or magic weapons.

But he just didn't know what was wrong with him, he did something like this without hesitation, and such a spiritual head could be traced back to the days when he entered the Immortal Sect.

At that time, there was an accident in the family, and he thought that he would wander all his life, become a street rat, and live a life of hiding in Tibet in order to avoid his enemies.

So after meeting the master, he cultivated desperately, but he was the only Lei Linggen in the entire sect, and he could only rely on himself to try and work hard.

The most Master did was to save him, unblock his muscles, enlighten him, prevent him from having demons, and urge him not to go mad.

He can get to where he is today, and it can be said that most of them have broken through step by step.

Now, walking on this oasis, he actually has the same momentum as before, is it because he hurt her?

However, there are many disciples of the Immortal Sect who have been injured by him, but the injuries are not as serious as hers.

Or is it because it's the same Lei Linggen? I have gone through so many detours, and I don't want this older immortal cultivator to waste time on detours again?

Why?

His master had said that he would not be associated with the word pity in his life.

He is like a heartless person, and his ability to empathize is almost zero.

It may be related to what happened to him when he was a child, he needs to be strong inside, and he needs an iron wall to protect himself well.

But now, what's wrong with him?

Lived too long?

But apart from pity, he could no longer think of any other feelings he had for this older disciple.

The secret realm in the southeast area is very strange, in addition to the strange environment, what is even more strange is that you can't escape from the sword here.

Once you embark on a journey, you have to finish it before you can meditate and recover.

He had now walked on the oasis for ten days, without encountering the slightest danger, and he had not lost his way, for the grass he had walked had disappeared under his feet.

He could look back and see how he had come here.

There is no danger here, just let people walk aimlessly.

There was no reference in front of him, except that grass was grass, the only difference was that the place he walked would become the surface.

He wondered if he hadn't been looking for something, maybe he wouldn't have been willing to do such an end-for-sighted thing for three days in the dry land, or at most in the meadow.

He walked on dry land for twelve days, and he didn't know how many days he had to walk on the meadow, and he didn't know what was waiting for him after the meadow.

Even if his cultivation was already out of his body, he could already clearly feel that his breath was a little unstable.

He can't mess around, this is a test for his seniors, he has to be firm that there is something he wants ahead.

It's just ahead, waiting for him to pick it up, waiting for him to pick it up effortlessly.

Another ten days passed, and he finally saw a different view.

It is a reddish and golden earth covered with fallen leaves as far as the eye can see.

Between the red-gold and the green, there is a one-meter-wide surface, which is supposed to be for him to meditate and breathe.

He kind of wanted to run out of this oasis, and the impetuosity in his heart was like a bamboo.

The scene around him changed rapidly, the oasis and the deciduous fields were gone, and the overwhelming vines were attacking him.

Although his Thunder Spirit Root restrained the Five Elements, this large area of vines, once struck by lightning, was bound to cause a fire, and he didn't want to be buried in the fire.

"Cold Smoke!"

The spiritual power surged, and the blue-purple light illuminated people's eyes.

In the next second when Qing Han's seal stopped, a sword with a silver-white body, a hilt glowing with dragon scales, and a constant flash of thunder and lightning appeared in front of Qing Han.

"Master, this is because you are in an unstable state of mind, please recite the meditation mantra to calm yourself down. I'll buy you time!"

As he spoke, he saw the sword, and automatically flew into the air, cutting off all the vines that were close to Qinghan.

Hearing the prompt of the sword spirit, Qing Han immediately crossed his legs to breathe, and kept reciting the meditation mantra.

He never thought that after living for almost 400 years, he had never seen any scenes, how could he walk for a month and make his breath disordered and restless?

What did he shake, these vines rushing in front of him were like a demon mirror.

Let him know how messed up his heart really is.

What is wrong with him, what is shaking in his heart?

He has not forgotten to avenge his master, which is the most determined thing he has done in the past hundred years.

The suppression of the demon of Zero State is also unswerving, this is the most important responsibility of the master during his lifetime, he is his apprentice, and it is natural to bear this responsibility.

Could it be that he is not clear-minded?

But he asked the immortals, from the beginning to survive, to the final relief, his heart was firm.

Cheng Xian, he never flinched.

What's the mess!

What the hell is messed up!

Why didn't the meditation mantra respond, instead of being half distracted at the moment, he was even more disordered.

The sweat on my head kept dripping down, and my heart felt uncomfortable.

The head is becoming more and more unable to think, and it is extremely uncomfortable.

The meditation mantra in the mouth is more difficult than the other.

Ultimately!

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Even the cold smoke in the air shook a few times.