. At this moment, Zhao Zhen was extremely anxious in his heart, and even blamed himself a little, if it wasn't for refining the flying sword for himself, how could Leng Ling go to the Mobei Wasteland to find materials? At that time, Zhao Zhen only thought about the joy of being able to integrate the sword soul into the flying sword after refining the flying sword, but he ignored that Leng Ling might have to take a huge risk to find materials. Zhao Zhen couldn't help but push the speed of the flying sword to the extreme at this moment, and almost followed the whereabouts of Liao Zheng's ancestor almost at lightning speed.

In the previous life, when Leng Ling refined the flying sword for Zhao Zhen, he did not have such effort, and in this life, Zhao Zhen had already changed many things. At this moment, Zhao Zhen kept praying in his heart, Master must not have an accident. Seriously injured, seriously injured, as long as there is still a glimmer of life, Zhao Zhen will thank God to worship Guanyin.

It would take at least a month for Zhao Zhen to rush from the Purple Thunder Sect to the Mobei Wasteland. The ancestor only walked half a day in advance, but he was always in front of Zhao Zhen, no matter how Zhao Zhen urged the flying sword, he could never catch up with the footsteps of the ancestor. However, this also made Zhao Zhen a little more relieved, the faster the ancestor's speed, the greater the possibility of receiving Leng Ling.

In the next few days, Zhao Zhen spent the next few days in silence in the hurry. Zhao Zhen's expression was very calm along the way, but if you know Zhao Zhen, you will know that Zhao Zhen's calm expression at this moment contains the silence before the storm. Now Zhao Zhen silently prayed in his heart that Leng Ling was only injured, and it had not yet developed to the point of irreparability. Otherwise, once he gets bad news, Zhao Zhen will definitely kill.

After more than a month, the figure of Shizu finally stopped moving forward and stayed somewhere. Zhao Zhen was overjoyed, and the imperial envoy quickly approached the past with a flying sword. The two sides were already less than a day's journey, and Zhao Zhen only took half a day before he found that the needle of the compass began to tremble, showing that the figure of the ancestor was nearby.

Looking at the compass, Zhao Zhen directly took back the flying sword, and then his divine sense opened wildly, and the powerful divine consciousness silk of his soul cultivation was instantly thrown in all directions, feeling the surrounding situation. After only a moment, Zhao Zhen quickly shook his body and discovered the location of Liao Zheng's ancestor. On a hill, the figure of the ancestor is impressive, at this moment Leng Ling is lying between the hands of the ancestor Liao Zheng, his hands and feet are hanging down softly, if it weren't for the mouth and nose There is a thin breath like a gossamer, Zhao Zhen may suspect that the master has died. Sensing this situation, Zhao Zhen finally breathed a sigh of relief, Master is still alive, then everything is fine.

"Huh?" Liao Zheng, who had just found Leng Ling, had just stabilized Leng Ling's injury, but when he looked up, he was shocked and found Zhao Zhen's figure. I thought that Zhao Zhen would meet him on the way back a few days later, but I didn't expect Zhao Zhen to come so quickly. However, Master Liao Zheng didn't know that Zhao Zhen was in a hurry with a high-grade flying sword that had been scraped all the way, so the speed was naturally very fast.

"How is Master?" Zhao Zhen almost rushed to the side of the master with a speed of 100 meters, and looked anxiously at the Leng Ling who was holding in the hands of the master ancestor. At this moment, Leng Ling's hands and feet were lowered, her face was pale, and she was almost angry.

"I was seriously injured, I took a life-saving pill, and I have survived until now!" Although Liao Zheng Shizu is a primordial ancestor, he has little research on the way of alchemy, and he is almost helpless in the face of Leng Ling's injury.

"Eat this!" Zhao Zhen didn't even think about it, he directly took out a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, and was about to put it into Leng Ling's mouth, but Leng Ling was already unconscious at this time, where did he still have the consciousness to chew and swallow the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in Zhao Zhen's hand?

"This is a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum!" Master Liao Zheng looked at the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in Zhao Zhen's hand, and couldn't help but widen his eyes, the Lingzhi in Zhao Zhen's hand made Liao Zheng surprised. Whether it is from the medicinal gas and color of this Ganoderma lucidum, it is definitely thousands of years old. The thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum is a healing elixir, and even if it is not refined, it is also miraculous in treating injuries. Now Leng Ling's injury is serious, and having such a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum is simply a carbon send-off.

However, now Leng Ling is unconscious, and she can't do anything if she wants to feed the pill in. Zhao Zhen was anxious, turned his head and looked around, except for himself, it was the ancestor Liao Zheng, and there was no one to assist.

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