Chang Ling went to the medical hall and pretended to accept a treatment technique, hoping to play a role in hiding people's eyes.

Her pale face and tattered bloodstained clothes looked like she couldn't survive.

She spent a large sum of spirit stones on the medicine prescribed to her by the doctor, and she received a lot of pity all the way over.

People gloated that her life was not long enough, but after seeing the fate of the monks one by one, they were equally enthusiastic about the next promotion of the next Qingshan Academy.

For the vast majority of casual cultivators, it was too difficult to pursue the Great Dao, and their lives were the only bargaining chips they could use to exchange with their fate.

As for those who have been famous for a long time, if they want to ask for a cure, not only the steps are cumbersome, but the price is also extremely expensive.

Chang Ling, who had swallowed so much Xuan Soul Grass, was also afraid that his divine soul strength was too terrifying, so he didn't suffer any fundamental damage anyway, so he just went back and raised it slowly.

She walked back to her residence slowly, Gu Siyu had been waiting in the courtyard for a long time.

He knew that Chang Ling was the first to go up to compete, but now that the afterglow of the setting sun was sprinkled all over the earth, he was suddenly a little scared, afraid to go out and hear some cruel news.

When the knock on the door sounded, Gu Siyu was shocked.

Chang Ling, as the owner of the house, naturally has the key and can come and go at will, and she doesn't need to knock on the door.

So here is the time to knock on the door......

He should participate in the competition, at least he should accompany Chang Ling.

Gu Siyu was stunned for a while, and his eyes turned red unconsciously.

Obviously, they haven't known each other for long, so their friendship is not so deep.

He calmed his mind for a moment before slowly getting up and pushing the door open.

He thought he was ready for any news.

Pulling the door open suddenly, the whole person still took a few steps back.

I couldn't help but turn my head away and hide my face with my hands.

Chang Ling was also stunned when he looked at Gu Siyu, what's wrong with him?

Chang Ling tentatively tugged at his sleeve: "Gu Siyu, are the wounds on your body hurting again?"

Gu Siyu was stunned.

Some looked at the people in disbelief.

Chang Ling's hair was messily stuck to his face, his face was very pale, and only a pair of eyes were amazingly bright.

Gu Siyu's mood went up and down, and for a while he had to stretch out his hand and point at Chang Ling tremblingly, unable to even say a complete sentence.

Chang Ling didn't know his friend's mental journey, and quietly transmitted a message to Ah Bi and said, "You hurry up and investigate Gu Siyu's situation, he's fine." ”

Gu Siyu also looked Chang Ling up and down before turning around and walking back to the room.

A moment later, several small bottles were thrown out by Gu Siyu.

"Seeing that the state of your soul is not very good, these are all medicines to heal the injuries of your soul, and I don't know how effective it will be for you, so that's all I have. Gu Siyu said coldly, and after finishing speaking, the door slammed shut in front of Chang Ling's eyes.

Chang Ling bent down, picked up the bottles with a smile, and said loudly, "Thank you!"

Gu Siyu, who was standing close to the door, slowly slid to the ground and sighed softly: "Fortunately." ”

Gu Siyu has enjoyed the best resources since he was a child, with good talent and a little hard work, he has always been 'someone else's child'.

Only he knew that every day and night of his practice, he felt endless emptiness and boredom.

Except for his parents' expectations and the needs of his family, he didn't know why he wanted to cultivate.

What's the point of asking for those hundreds of years of life and mastering some power?

At this moment, he suddenly regretted that he had wasted days and nights before.

At least the cultivation can make him not so powerless, at least he can protect the people he cares about.

Fu Ning's pale face and Chang Ling's limping figure kept coming to his mind.

Gu Siyu took a deep breath, got up from the ground, sat back on the couch and began to meditate and practice.

............

Chang Ling looked at the pills that Gu Siyu gave her, swallowed a few pills according to Ah Bi's guidance, only to feel that the pain in her brain had been relieved somewhat, and then she warmed her soul little by little according to the soul cultivation technique in the "Sword Sutra".

This soul cultivation technique was originally used to warm the soul and prepare for soul separation, and it is also very suitable to be used to heal injuries at this time.

Chang Ling's sea of knowledge gradually cleared, and as her soul recovered, the black mist gradually dissipated, and only her soul could illuminate the dim sea of knowledge.

Even now, only a small area next to her spirit was clean and bright.

Listening to Abi, as long as her spirit is strong enough, she will one day be able to illuminate her sea of consciousness, and as long as she keeps sticking to her heart, there will always be a day when the merits on her body will overshadow her karma.

It's going to get better.

Since the soul split, every time Chang Ling cultivates the divine soul, he needs to drag the two soul splits into the sea of consciousness.

With the same cultivation, the three divine souls enjoyed the results, and the speed was naturally not fast.

However, as she continued to cultivate, the strength of her soul splitting gradually increased, and now she had a faint humanoid silhouette.

It won't be long before even Soul Splitting can have the effect of manipulating the body.

At that time, Chang Ling could completely change one divine soul to another after being injured to control his body.

Looking at this mysterious exercise, even Ah Bi couldn't help but be amazed.

In just one month, Chang Ling used all of them to warm her soul, and the terrible injuries on her body had already been quietly solved by her self-healing ability.

A month later, Chang Ling's injuries on her soul had recovered, and although some of the wounds on her body looked a little terrifying, they could not have any substantial impact on her.

It was the day of the competition again, and Chang Ling and Gu Siyu walked towards the venue together.

Today, the venue was changed, and it was replaced by the largest martial arts arena in the Immortal League in Qingzhou.

Now there is only one venue for the players to compete, and the digital Yuan Infant Realm powerhouses of the Immortal Alliance are also sitting in the spectator seats, and behind them, there are countless Qingzhou monks.

Chang Ling and Gu Siyu supported each other and walked towards the preparation seat, and they could hear someone calling their names from afar.

"Chang Ling, come on, I've put all my net worth on you!"

"Ah, Gu Siyu, so handsome!"

............

The two looked at each other and continued to walk forward helplessly, but saw an unexpected figure on the preparation seat.

"Fu Ning, how is your health? The Qingjun Gu eldest prince couldn't help but speak softly.

Fu Ning, who was wrapped like a dumpling, waved his hand lightly and said with a big grin: "It's okay." ”

It seemed that she waved her hand too much, and it involved the wound, which made her can't help but exclaim.