"You know this person?"

Zheng Qiu nodded: "Well, his name is Zhenjiu, I met him when I came to Ganyun Sect."

Zheng Qiu squatted beside Zhenjiu, folded a handful of thatch, and cleaned up the mud on his body: "It's him, he always wears a vest. Master, look, this one."

Master Ming Zong put his hand on Zhenjiu's neck, without pulse or breathing, but there was still a hint of temperature.

"Master, how about it?" Master Ming Zong shook his head: "I'm dead, I should have just died soon."

"Ah?" Zheng Qiu's thatch fell into the water. He asked the master anxiously, his eyes full of expectation, "Master, do you have a way to save him? Please! He has saved my and my grandfather's lives."

Master Ming Zong was puzzled: "Where did you and grandpa start with saving your lives?"

Zheng Qiu quickly told him about the mistakenly breaking into the second floor of the Tianzhou and almost suffocating, and then continued to ask the master if there was any way to save Zhenjiu.

Master Ming Zong turned on Zhenjiu's eyelids, carefully observed his pupils, and replied: "So that's the case. This kind of life-saving grace is repayable. Well... This person's cultivation is not bad, and he just died of energy, and his soul and spirit should not have been dissipated, and he still has a chance."

He turned around and said to Zheng Qiu: "Advisor, take out the snow dew soul-condensing pill."

"Oh." Zheng Qiu turned on his collar and leaned over to bite the thread that was sewn.

Before he could bite down, Master Ming Zong suddenly pressed him down and said, "Wait, someone is coming!"

The master raised his foot and kicked the shaking wine back into the swamp, and whispered: "Advisor, don't talk later, let me deal with it."

Seeing the master's serious expression, Zheng Qiu immediately understood the difficulty of things. He nodded and stood beside the master obediently.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of streamer lights flew from the sky. The sound of these streamers was huge and rushed straight down as soon as they reached the swamp.

Master Ming Zong did not use his skills or acted as a defensive posture, but bowed to Liu Guang.

"Stop!" A loud shout suddenly came from the flowing light. As soon as the sound came out, the flowing light stopped one after another and slowly drifted to a place two feet above the swamp.

These people each stepped on long swords, held long swords in their hands, and carried long swords on their backs. They looked fierce and looked like they were about to take action at any time.

The leader was an old man, with a long white beard, long white hair, and a flowing gown, which was quite out of the world. But the old man had a fleshy face, an angry eyebrows and a high nose, and his eyes were sweeping around Zheng Qiu and Ming Zong with fierce eyes.

"Who are you?" The old man's voice was a little hoarse, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Master Ming Zong smiled and replied: "I am Ming Zong, the elder of Ganyun Sect. This is my disciple."

When he heard that it was the elder of Ganyun Sect, the old man's eyes were much more restrained. He bowed and replied: "The elder of Wenjian Sect, blade of the Feng, what are you doing here?"

Master Ming Zong pulled Zheng Qiu's backpack and exposed the herbs inside: "Look, we are here to find medicinal materials."

"Oh? So I'm looking for medicinal materials." Ren Zhanfeng stood with his hands behind his back, raised his head, deliberately not looking at the swamp below, "Have you ever seen someone passing by here?"

Such a big man was lying in the swamp next to him, and Bian Zhanfeng was not blind, so how could he not see it? Master Ming Zong knew that the other party was testing him.

He bent down and took the shaking wine directly from the swamp to the map: "Of course there are people, isn't this? Is this the person you are looking for?"

Ren Zhanfeng didn't expect Ming Zong would take out the person like this and couldn't answer for a while.

Master Ming Zong shook his head and sighed: "Oh, it's a pity that the person is dead. Even the person you are looking for can't speak."

After Master Ming Zong finished speaking, he secretly looked at the reactions of the Wen Jian Sect and the others. They looked at each other in a hurry, as if they had no idea.

Master Ming Zong struck while the iron was hot and reached out to greet the people from Wen Jian Sect: "Don't you believe it? If you don't believe it, come down and see if this dead person can still fly."

Bian Zhanfeng hesitated for a moment, and led the rest of the people to lower the height and surrounded the map. He jumped off his sword and stood on the map. He bent down to reach out to check, but as soon as he got closer, the strong smell of rotten smell came to his nose.

Ren Zhanfeng looked up and down, and saw that Zhenjiu was covered in mud and could not find a place to start, so he had to retract his hand and pull the disciple next to him.

"You go and have a look!"

The disciple looked unhappy, but due to the elder's order, he had to frown and lean over to check it out.

"Elder, I'm exhausted and my pulse is not there."

"Does your body temperature still?" Ren Zhanfeng was worried and asked again.

"Back to the elder, no."

This result was not expected by Ren Zhanfeng. He looked at the surrounding grass with his hands behind his back, looking very anxious.

A disciple of Wen Jian Sect spoke out and reminded: "Elder, is there someone who has taken the lead?"

He took the lead! He heard this and suddenly raised his head, and a fierce light stared straight into Ming Zong's eyes.

Master Ming Zong smiled and pretended not to understand Ren Zhanfeng's eyes: "It seems that you are looking for something. Since that's the case, why not tell me what it is, I can help you find it together."

"Let's look for..."

"Shut up!" Ren Zhanfeng interrupted the disciple and glared fiercely.

Slap, Master Ming Zong kicked Zhenjiu into the swamp with a kick, shrugged and said, "Elder Bian Zhanfeng, you will not say what to look for, I can't help."

Seeing Ming Zong kicking so simply, Bian Zhanfeng jumped back to the long sword and thanked him: "No need to worry, we will deal with this matter, thank you." After that, he brought the disciples of Wen Jian Sect and set up a stream of light and flew into the sky.

When Liuguang left, Zheng Qiu sat down on the map. The elder named Ren Zhanfeng just now was so scary that he was so scared that he was sweating on his back.

Oh, Zhenjiu was still lying in the swamp, Zheng Qiu pulled the master's hem: "Master, Zhen..."

"I haven't left yet."

Hearing the master interrupted him, Zheng Qiu immediately understood what he meant. He sat back on the map and plucked the thatch and played. Sure enough, after a moment, the streamer appeared again.

Bian Zhanfeng flew back here and looked down. The elder Ming Zong was slashing the map, away from the previous position little by little, while the corpse was still lying in the swamp. It seemed that he was too worried. Bian Zhanfeng shook his head and turned his direction to chase the disciples of Wen Jian Sect.

After a while, Master Ming Zong stopped the pole, he looked up at the sky and said to Zheng Qiu: "They are leaving. Apprentice, hurry up and take out the Xuelu Soul Condensing Pill."

After saying that, he left the map and flew into the thatched grass. After waiting for a while, Master Ming Zong flew back to the map, holding someone in his hand, and shaking wine.

"Master, give it."

Master Ming Zong took the Xuelu Soul Condensation Pill, opened Zhenjiu's teeth and threw it in. Then he activated his energy and lit it on Zhenjiu's forehead.
Chapter completed!