Whoosh - whoosh - whoosh -

Those sharp thorns were extremely penetrating, and seemed to be able to ignore the aura defense, these gang of more than a dozen people, including the monk of the ninth layer of qi refining, no one could prevent it at all, and in the blink of an eye, almost all of them were killed by the sharp thorns that shot out, only the female cultivator behind Ling Qiyu who was already seriously injured and a guy with better luck survived.

"It's broken!" Ling Qiyu chuckled in his heart, he had reminded them to pay attention to dodge, why did they all stand stupidly? And he didn't expect these sharp thorns to be so powerful, obviously they couldn't cause him the slightest harm.

Why is this happening?

"Ah!!h

"Da Lang, are you okay? Don't die!"

"My eyes! my eyes !! my head!!"

"Help me...... Senior Brother Fan...... Help me......"

Screams rang out one after another, and several hapless monks were almost impaled into a sieve and killed instantly.

"Hurry! Who still has healing pills in their hands? Hurry up and give it to the seriously injured disciples! Ah Hua, you are the least injured, go and save people!" The monk of the ninth level of Qi refining pulled out the sharp thorn on his shoulder, sealed the wound with spiritual power, and threw a few medicine bottles to another monk, and he also hurried to the seriously injured to help them heal.

Ling Qiyu was helpless, he didn't know any special means of healing, so he could only silently walk up to the monk of the ninth layer of qi refining, took out three bottles containing healing pills from the storage ring, handed them over, and said, "Blame me for this incident, these pills should be helpful to you, take them to save people, I only have these." ”

The monk of the ninth layer realm of qi refining said without raising his head: "Dao is friendly, Fan has a heart." ”

Ling Qiyu touched his nose in embarrassment, and wanted to help but also touched a wall, these are the best healing pills in Qingyuan Sect, they are the ones given to him by Huang Ying'er's little witch in the name of borrowing the cave mansion, they are all pills that can't even afford a month's share of spirit stones for a disciple!

Although others didn't appreciate his affection, Ling Qiyu still had to do what he should do, poured an emerald green elixir into his hand, handed it to the ninth-level Qi refining cultivator and said, "Eat it, although I haven't eaten it, but I have seen the effect of this elixir, it won't take long to heal the injuries on you and your companions, as long as you don't die, you should be able to save it." ”

The monk surnamed Fan didn't want to accept it originally, and he didn't even look at it, but the aura fluctuations and strong medicinal fragrance emitted by the pill attracted him, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look.

"Besheng Dan?!"

He grabbed the elixir, looked at it carefully and sniffed it, and hurriedly stuffed it into the mouth of the seriously injured monk in his arms.

After taking the pill, the injured person's face soon began to turn rosy, and the huge wound began to heal slowly.

"This fellow Daoist, may I ask if this Besheng Dan is still there? Fang is Fan Yun has no eyes, and please don't mind Daoist friends, save the lives of my junior brothers and sisters!" The monk surnamed Fan immediately turned around and knelt down for Ling Qiyu, pleading.

“......”

Ling Qiyu was speechless for a while, you didn't want it when you gave it to you just now, and now it's not that you don't give it to you, why kneel down and beg me?

He put the three medicine bottles into Fan Yun's hands and said, "I only need these in my hand, there are about ten in one bottle, which is enough to heal your junior brothers and sisters, and you can keep the rest." ”

Fan Yun took the medicine bottle, opened it and looked at it, he was overjoyed, and after giving the pill to his injured junior brothers and sisters, he finally took the next one, and immediately came to Ling Qiyu's side, hugged his fist again, and handed back the remaining medicine bottle, "Fan Yun once again thanks Daoyou for your help, this Besheng Pill is really a healing elixir, Fan Yun didn't dare to accept it, and asked Daoyou to take it back, by the way, Daoyou is a disciple of Qingyuanmen?

Ling Qiyu waved his hand and said, "I said that I will send you, you and your junior brothers and sisters are injured, I have an unshirkable responsibility, those who died...... I'm deeply sorry...... As for the name, just call me Ling Qiyu, a disciple of Qingyuan Sect. ”

"It turned out to be Brother Seven Feathers, and Brother Seven Feathers doesn't have to mind. Fan Yun saw that his junior brothers and sisters could already meditate and breathe alone to recover from their injuries, and he was also relieved, and continued: "This incident has nothing to do with Brother Qiyu, it was Fan Mou who saw that his junior brothers and sisters were killed and injured heavily, and he was in a hurry, so he sent his anger out on Brother Qiyu, and almost lived up to Brother Qiyu's kindness, it was really a gaffe......"

"Actually, if it weren't for Brother Qiyu's help, more than a dozen of my senior brothers and sisters would not be the opponent of those three evil thorn beasts at all, and someone would still die sooner or later......"

"Hey...... I didn't hide it from Brother Qiyu, originally a total of thirty disciples of our sect entered the Hundred Flowers Forest together, at first I just wanted to hunt some first-level demon beasts on the periphery of the Hundred Flowers Forest and complete the task of the sect, but I didn't know that I encountered a precious colorful spirit disc, and I was greedy...... We chased the spirit butterfly to the depths of the Hundred Flowers Forest, not only did we chase and lose, but the fierce beasts we encountered became more and more terrifying, and more and more brothers and sisters died......"

"Outer disciples like us, in order to cultivate resources and exercises, we can't do it if we don't work hard...... Hey, let the Seven Feathers laugh when they see it......"

"I see that Brother Qiyu has amazing powers, he must be a disciple of the inner gate of Qingyuan Sect, right? It is worthy of the three overlord-level sects, Brother Qiyu can be promoted to an inner disciple in the realm of qi refining at a young age, and he has come to the depths of this dangerous Hundred Flowers Forest to experience, Fan Yun is extremely impressed. ”

Ling Qiyu listened to Fan Yun's words, and he also had mixed feelings, only a dozen of the thirty-person monk team died, just for the cultivation resources?!

Since he came to this world, he has never worried about cultivation resources, if it weren't for Qingtiange forcibly bringing him rhythm and sending tasks, he would have gone back to Sanssouci to enjoy Qingfu, cultivation resources are available every month, and all the exercise cheats are unconditionally open to him.

He was simply too happy in comparison.

"I'm not an inner disciple, and I'm not here to practice, and I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it, I'm lost...... Actually, I want to ask you, do you know which direction the Hundred Flowers Cultivation True Kingdom is in?"

"Brother Qiyu is going to the Hundred Flowers Cultivation True Kingdom? That's great, Brother Seven Feathers can go with us, we are the Hundred Flowers Cultivation True Kingdom, Wuji Valley Monk! If Brother Seven Feathers doesn't mind, after Fan goes back, he will immediately put a good banquet on the table and feast brothers!"

"That's too coincidental, when your junior brother and sister recover from their injuries, we will set off?"

"Uh...... Brother Qiyu, it's getting dark this day, and there are a lot of fierce beasts at night, so let's find a place to sprinkle animal repellent powder and rest, and wait until dawn to leave. ”

"So...... It's also ......."

Ling Qiyu felt that what Fan Yun said made sense, he himself was not afraid at all, but he couldn't take care of so many people, the other party had already suffered heavy casualties, it was better to be safe, and he was not in a hurry at this time.

Soon, some of the lightly injured monks of Wuji Valley had already recovered, and under the command of Fan Yun, they dismembered the three dead evil thorn beasts, dug up the inner dan, and presented them to Ling Qiyu.

Ling Qiyu said that he was not uncommon with those things, the fierce beasts he killed before, Neidan had thrown them away, what did he want it to do with the broken stones?

Monk of the Valley of the Infinite Valley: ......

They worked hard to come here to fight for life and death, for the sake of these Neidan, but the disciples of the Qingyuan Sect treated Neidan as garbage...... Is this the difference between a small sect and a top sect?

In fact, they didn't know that in the entire Qingyuan Gate, Ling Qiyu was the only one who was willing to do this!

After another half hour, most of the group's injuries were almost recovered.

At the first time, they naturally wanted to meet the Daoist who had saved everyone's lives, but the situation was critical, and no one noticed Ling Qiyu's height and appearance.

As a result, when I saw him, I found that it was an unkempt and cute little guy, and he was old-fashioned, and everyone was stunned for a while.

"What's the matter? Why don't you meet Brother Qiyu soon?" Fan Yun said loudly.

Only then did the disciples of Wuji Valley react and pay homage to Ling Qiyu together: "Thank you Senior Brother Qiyu for saving your life!"