Hong Ling flew across the sky, with a sharp wave of mana, and slashed hard at the big head of the Sandstorm Beast King.
The Beast King was immediately startled. How could he dare to continue charging towards Scarlet Ling? He had no choice but to flick his head to the side. While avoiding the vital point, he struck Scarlet Ling with his front hoof.
It tried to repel this seemingly weak silk red damask.
The result was a pop, followed by a burst of blood.
The beast king's front hoof was cut with a large wound, and blood was flowing out. It was seriously injured and could no longer use its front hoof to exert power.
At this critical moment, the blow that severely damaged the Beast King was naturally not Zhang Nianchuan's hand, but Song Minghui who was on the side took timely action and used the scarlet silk to attack the Beast King.
At this moment, the rest of the Sandstorm Beasts have been wiped out.
Seeing that the Sandstorm Beast King was seriously injured, Song Minghui did not bother to check Zhang Nianchuan's injuries. The imperial envoy Chi Hongling with a cold face attacked the Beast King fiercely.
Lin Han saw that Zhang Nianchuan could still stand, but his face was a little pale, so he didn't bother to ask about the injury. He thought it was nothing serious.
"How dare I, Senior Brother Zhang! I will kill you today!"
With an angry look on his face, he also used the green bamboo sword to kill the beast king fiercely.
Faced with the rapid attack of the two spiritual weapons, the Beast King's front hooves were seriously injured, his speed plummeted, and his movement was greatly inconvenient. He could not cope with it.
The battle with Zhang Nianchuan had left him panting and exhausted, and his combat power at this moment was less than 80%.
Whoosh!
The third flying sword pierced the sky, picked up wisps of sand, and joined the battle.
This sword is the green bamboo sword of Chu and Qin.
Scarlet Red Ling was the main attacker, with two green bamboo flying swords crisscrossing the void, assisting from the side. The attack made the Beast King unable to escape, and he endured more than a dozen blows from the flying swords, and was hit hard repeatedly.
It wanted to run, wanted to roar and call for help from its companions, but when it saw the corpses of its companions all around it, it lost its mind even more, and its eyes were filled with scarlet red.
The three spiritual weapons were unstoppable and struck it in turn, causing its skin and flesh to rip open. It soon lost its ability to move and fell to the ground. After struggling for a few times, it stopped moving and completely lost its breath.
After killing the Sandstorm Beast King, the three of them stopped and let out a few deep breaths.
Zhang Nianchuan put away his green bamboo sword and sat down weakly.
The injuries on his body made him very uncomfortable, and he was afraid that he would have to recuperate for a long time in the future.
"Junior Brother Zhang, are you okay?"
Song Minghui stepped forward to show concern and saw that Zhang Nianchuan's complexion was not good.
Just when Zhang Nianchuan was about to answer, his chest couldn't help feeling tight again, and he coughed violently, coughing up a few wisps of blood.
This scene shocked Song Minghui, and she quickly sat down cross-legged and used her kung fu to heal Junior Brother Zhang's injuries.
"Looking at Junior Brother Zhang's condition, I'm afraid he will need to recuperate for a month or two after returning."
"At that time, I will ask the leader for help to see if there are some elixirs in the sect that can heal internal injuries. You must not be careless about this injury. You must take good care of it."
Song Minghui said: "I was injured by Chaoyin Demon Suppression Cultivator, but in the end I was lucky enough to save my life thanks to the sect's intervention. I think the leader will definitely be able to do something about it."
It was not convenient for Zhang Nianchuan to speak. He was afraid that he would have to cough up blood again, so he had to nod his head in response.
"Senior Sister Song, you stay here and take care of Senior Brother Zhang for the time being. I will check the lair to see if there are any hidden Sandstorm Beast cubs or if there are any hidden treasures."
"The quicksand must be collected and brought back to the sect."
After giving an explanation, Chu Qin began to search the nest carefully.
After some exploration, not only had all the Sandstorm cubs been cleaned up, and no fish had slipped through the net, he actually found something deep in the lair, next to a damaged storage bag.
There were some spiritual stones and elixirs that had lost all their spiritual power, as well as tattered books, jade slips, magic weapons, etc., all scattered out of the storage bags and piled up in random directions.
Due to the passage of time, the erosion of the hot desert climate, and the wanton destruction of Sandstorm Beasts, these things have been seriously damaged and can no longer be used.
From a volume of books that only had the cover and the handwriting left, and the font could barely be discerned, Chu Qin could only see the word "天火", and the rest of the handwriting could not be seen clearly.
Obviously, this is a book of fire-attribute exercises with the prefix "Heavenly Fire".
This should be the property of a certain monk. For some reason, the storage bag was left in the Sandstorm Beast's lair. In the lair, Chu Qin also found a withered skeleton, which had also been severely weathered.
Chu Qin carefully checked the scattered items in the storage bag and tray, and found that these items were useless and reduced to a pile of waste, so he felt a little regretful.
His eyes were focused on the only well-preserved item that looked unusual, and he couldn't recognize it for a moment.
He put away the quicksand and brought such an unusual thing to Song Minghui and the others.
"Senior Sister Song, do you recognize this? I think it's quite strange, it doesn't look like an ordinary mineral."
The thing was about the size of two fists, with a purple-gold color throughout, like some kind of copper mineral, and it weighed quite a bit, weighing over a hundred kilograms.
It would be a bit difficult for ordinary mortals to pick it up, but as a monk, Chu Qin didn't put much effort into it.
Song Minghui and the others looked at it carefully, but because they had little experience and didn't understand it at the moment, they didn't see what it was.
In order to prove the hardness of this thing, Lin Hanyu used his green bamboo sword and scratched it, but it didn't leave any marks.
"So hard? Even the green bamboo sword can't leave any trace."
Lin Han was secretly surprised, and then suggested.
"I think it's better to take it back to the sect and show it to the headmaster and the two elders. Maybe they know each other."
"That's all it can do."
Chu Qin handed the purple-gold mineral to Song Minghui and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Song, you are familiar with the headmaster and the two elders of the sect, so you should go and ask."
"Um."
The four of them set off back to their clan without further delay.
Because Zhang Nianchuan was injured, he could not travel too fast and had to rest frequently. It was already more than a month later when he returned to Qingshan Sect.
After reporting the cleanup of the Sandstorm Beast to Lu Yuanshan and handing the quicksand to Lu Yuanshan, Song Minghui took out the piece of purple gold and copper ore.
"Master, this is an unknown item found when cleaning the sandstorm beast's lair. It is somewhat similar to a mineral."
"You are well-informed, can you tell what this is?"
"I have troubled Elder Zhiwei to refine the quicksand this time. Let's hand over this mineral to the sect. Maybe Elder Zhiwei can use it for refining weapons in the future."
Lu Yuanshan took the Zijin Copper Mine, looked at it carefully, and shook his head after a while, not recognizing it.
He decided to ask Lu Changfeng or Lu Zhiwei later, but if there was no other option, he could only wait for his father to leave confinement.
"Master, there is one more thing..."
After talking about the purple gold mineral, Song Minghui mentioned Zhang Nianchuan's injury and wondered if there were any elixirs left in the sect that could be used to heal the injury.
She also knew that the sect's elixirs were scarce.
But when I think about the fact that my illness was cured by the sect, maybe the sect can find a solution.
As a result, Lu Yuanshan shook his head slightly, feeling helpless about this.
There are currently no healing elixirs in the sect, not even the most basic Qi training elixirs, and there is no time to purchase them yet.
If his father has not retreated yet, he can trouble him to take action again. His father cured Song Minghui last time, so he must have no problem curing Zhang Nianchuan this time.
My father's collection is still very rich, all of which are kept in the retreat cave.
However, my father is still in seclusion, so it’s not easy to disturb him.
"Nianchuan has worked hard for the sect. How can the sect just sit back and ignore him? Although he has been recovering well these past few months, I will go to the medicine garden later and ask She Qingqing to collect some healing herbs for him. I can finally cure him for seven weeks.
Eighty percent."
"Then this disciple would like to thank the master for Junior Brother Zhang."
"This is what the sect should do."
After the conversation was over, both parties took their leave.
Lu Yuanshan went to the medicine garden, told She Qingqing about Zhang Nianchuan's injury, and asked her to collect some herbs and send them to Zhang Nianchuan's residence.
…
Time goes by, winter turns to spring, and soon it turns to midsummer again.
Eight months have passed since Lu Ping went into retreat.
During this period of recuperation, Zhang Nianchuan recovered from his injuries and became more energetic, able to compete with his fellow disciples all over the place.
In the medicine garden, She Qingqing received good news. The moon bud grass planted last year has all matured and is ready for picking. This chapter has been completed!