The female cultivator in Tsing Yi was pushed by the true qi behind her, her body shook slightly, and a black qi slowly emerged from her clothes, it was very slight at first, Zuo Tianyou almost didn't notice it, but it didn't take long for him to be lucky, the black qi became stronger, and at the same time emitted a strange aroma.

Zuo Tianyou suddenly remembered that he and the short fifth master had been fighting with a black mist when they were shuttling in the forest around the secret area, and the mist seemed to have spirituality at that time, and they were chased after them all the way, and then they killed a few disciples of the Silver Moon View by mistake, but they indirectly helped him and the fifth master a little favor, but in the end they still did not let them go, the mist was not only the same color as the black gas rising at this time, but even the smell was very close.

Could it be that I am unconscious? This black fog has done black hand to this girl before me?

Zuo Tianyou was full of doubts in his heart, and at the same time looked at the back of the female cultivator in Tsing Yi worriedly, worried that this girl had been hollowed out of her dantian by the black mist, and she would vomit blood and explode to death in a while.

However, as the true qi continued to enter the female cultivator's body, the black qi became more and more dense, coiling thickly around the female cultivator's body, forming a black mist circle, and the female cultivator's originally drooping head was slowly raised, and her body was not like the dying state just now, but she actually had a feeling of strength.

Could it be that this black qi is brought in her body? If it weren't for why the black qi was not aggressive towards her at all, looking at the way it was entangled, it would be a bit docile!

Although Zuo Tianyou was full of doubts at this time, he did not slack off for a moment to save people, he was staring intently at the little by little changes of the female cultivator opposite at the moment, adjusting the amount and speed of his luck input.

After all, this female cultivator is weak and dying at the moment, and it is difficult to guarantee that her dantian will not explode if there is a lot of input of this true qi, although the black qi makes Zuo Tianyou look a little taboo, but the idea of reviving this female cultivator did not make him shaken in the slightest.

A whole stick of incense time passed, and Zuo Tianyou felt that the female cultivator in Tsing Yi had stabilized her breathing, and her body was not weak at all, so she stopped the input of true qi and stepped forward to help her lie down on the side to rest and recuperate.

Healing this female cultivator can't be compared to healing Zhang Xiaopang. What kind of physique does that little fat person have, and how much true qi he has, Zuo Tianyou knows it well. But the female cultivator in front of him, he couldn't judge what her situation was, so he was extra careful with luck healing, and he didn't want to be in a hurry so that it was self-defeating. Although the nun had not yet woken up at this time, Zuo Tianyou felt that she had recovered seventy or eighty percent, and it was more appropriate to wait for her to rest and recuperate slowly.

After finishing the nun to heal his wounds, Zuo Tianyou remembered what he was running here just now, the wet robe and a short shirt inside were thrown on the ground next to him, he walked over and picked it up, and felt that the clothes were still wet, and he felt that he couldn't wear them.

Zuo Tianyou glanced around again before finding a large and flat stone, walked over and spread the two clothes on it, laughing at himself while paving it, he was so busy fighting that he didn't even know that he wasn't wearing a shirt.

After everything was done, Zuo Tianyou felt a little cold soaked in his bare upper body, and hurriedly sat down and crossed his knees to breathe, firstly, he wanted to regulate the true qi that had been damaged by healing, and secondly, he also wanted to reduce the chill on his body by closing his eyes and cultivating.

It has been a long time since he can meditate and cultivate like this, Zuo Tianyou feels that his dantian is still faintly hot as in the past, and his true qi is always so sufficient, he thinks that if he can take out a few spirit crystals at this time and cultivate here for a period of time, then his cultivation will definitely be able to rise again, but it is a pity that a dying person is lying not far away, and he can only close his eyes and breathe for a short time.

A ray of light from the top of the cave slowly moved its position, the sparkling pool water was so quiet that it didn't seem to exist, and there was no sound in the entire cave, only Zuo Tianyou's slightly heavy breathing brought a trace of vitality here, and the time for a few incense sticks passed, and a weak moan came from the female cultivator in Tsing Yi, and Zuo Tianyou opened his eyes.

Awake?

Zuo Tianyou got up with questions and walked to the female cultivator a few steps away, he squatted down, looked carefully, and found that the white face of the female cultivator who was dying before had an extra layer of blood, and the black qi that had been surrounding her before did not know where to go, but her lips were so dry that they had cracked, and Zuo Tianyou felt that such a weak person had to drink saliva to really ease up.

When he first entered the forest, the fifth master of the short man had a delicate leather water bag with him, and he tossed it all the way, and the water bag was transferred to Zuo Tianyou's body at some point, and it was still full of a bag of water, because it was small and light, Zuo Tianyou had always tied it around his waist and didn't care about it. At this time, he suddenly remembered that he still had such a life-saving thing, and quickly ripped it off his belt.

Zuo Tianyou held the leather water bag in his right hand, and gently put his left hand under the shoulder of the female cultivator in Tsing Yi, slowly helped her up, and fed the water in the leather water bag into her mouth little by little.

At first, the water almost flowed down, wetting the nun's collar, and after a few clicks, she suddenly realized that there was water to drink from her mouth, and began to open her mouth slightly, and drank one bite after another, and after a while, the nun tilted her head to avoid the water bag, took a deep breath, and slowly opened her eyes.

She first looked around, then slowly turned her head, a pair of handsome eyes suddenly found Zuo Tianyou squatting on the side, her eyes slammed away, and then she swept her gaze down, and found that Zuo Tianyou didn't even have a long shirt, his face suddenly turned red, and his body struggled to get up, but he still didn't succeed with a lot of strength.

Zuo Tianyou saw that the nun had woken up, and he was very happy in his heart, seeing that she had the intention of getting up, he also quickly exerted a force on his left hand. The female cultivator couldn't get up by herself, so she didn't want Zuo Tianyou to help, so she quickly took advantage of the situation to sit up, but before she could sit down, she raised her hand and hit Zuo Tianyou.

Syllable!

Zuo Tianyou's whole heart was in the joy that she had just recovered, seeing that she was still so weak, she wanted to beware of this female cultivator, and she couldn't dodge, and she really received a slap from this female cultivator.

"You bold fanatic! How dare you insult me! Look at me and don't want your life!" The female cultivator in Tsing Yi completely ignored the weakness of her body, and raised her hand to fight again.

Zuo Tianyou is such a clever person, she has already been beaten in front of her, how can she have a chance to succeed again, her body staggered and dodged the second slap, but the female cultivator did not forgive, she couldn't do it once, and continued to fight again. However, she couldn't do anything at this time, palm after palm was very fast, but it was just an itch for Zuo Tianyou, plus Zuo Tianyou was suddenly beaten, and she couldn't be angry, and grabbed this female cultivator's wrist.