The voice was a little childish and filled with joy.
Chen Yang turned around and saw behind him the boy who had been attacked before. At this time, he had broken free from the restraints and walked over step by step with his sword in hand.
"You were hurt quite badly."
Chen Yang took out a bottle of elixir from his storage bag and threw it away.
"Is this the blood-removing and returning-to-yuan elixir?"
The young man took the medicine bottle, opened it, smelled it, looked happy, and immediately took out one pill and swallowed it.
The Huayu Guiyuan Pill is one of the most effective elixirs for healing wounds and supporting the spirit. Its efficacy is directly linked to the level of the alchemist. The higher the quality of the elixir, the better the efficacy.
A high-quality Blood-Removing and Returning Pill is worth a thousand spiritual stones, which can only be found but not sought.
When the young man smelled the smell of Chen Yang's bottle of elixir, he knew that this bottle of elixir was of excellent quality and was made by a high-level alchemist.
After taking an elixir into his abdomen, the wounds on the boy's body healed visibly, and the frostbitten leg returned to normal instantly.
"Thank you big brother for saving your life!"
The young man cupped his fists and bowed, ready to bow down.
"You're welcome, it's just a little effort."
Chen Yang lifted the young man up, holding the thunder sword in his hand, and released Zhiyang's true energy to clean up the pieces of meat on the ground.
When the young man saw this, he couldn't help but clapped his hands and applauded: "This kind of devil should be crushed to death!"
Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, thinking that was not what he meant. He just wanted to destroy the corpse and eliminate all traces.
Although this place is dozens of miles away from Tongyou City, if the Yin Mo Sect discovers that Taoist Songxue is missing in the future, they may find it here. No one knows what will be found, so it is better to deal with the traces as soon as possible.
"Brother, my little brother's surname is Yang. May I ask my eldest brother's surname?"
"Chen Yang."
"Brother Chen is the true disciple of the sect?"
Yang Jian asked curiously. In his opinion, the demon leader of the Yin Mo Sect who can instantly kill Taoist Songxue, who is at the top of his field scene, must be a powerful true disciple of the sect.
"I'm just a casual cultivator, with no family or sect."
You can't say that you are also from the Yin Demon Sect, right? Chen Yang thought for a moment and said.
"If you don't have a sect, how do you learn such a powerful swordsmanship?"
Yang Jian couldn't help blurting out, but he quickly reacted and immediately covered his mouth.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask these questions."
You have no relatives, no reason, why should people tell you this? Yang Jiang was about to apologize, but Chen Yang waved his hand.
"Don't mind it. I was just lucky and got a sword secret by chance. However, this sword secret is extremely powerful only against people in the demon sect, but it is useless against ordinary people."
Chen Yang said that he really felt that he was very lucky. When passing by a ruined temple, a disciple of the Xuanqing Sect came to die and offered him a sword manual.
"So, Brother Chen is here to participate in this rally?"
The boy named Yang Jian asked excitedly.
Chen Yang nodded, shook his head, and said: "I heard that there is a gathering of casual cultivators here, but it is blocked by restrictions and I don't know how to enter."
"You don't have the Xuanyang Order? Only with the Xuanyang Order can you pass the ban here."
The young man was surprised again.
Chen Yang suddenly realized that this gathering of casual cultivators can only be entered by invitation, and not everyone is qualified to come.
"But it doesn't matter, brother, you saved me, I can take you in."
Yang Jian smiled and took out the Xuanyang Order from his arms.