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Only Zhao Yuan was fine.
Zhao Yuan himself did not realize that the leader from that high altitude did not suffer any injuries, not even skin injuries, which made him less afraid of high altitudes a lot.
After the fall, Tomorrow endured the pain and found some pills from the Sumeru Ring. After choosing a few pills and swallowing them, the pain on his face eased slightly.
"Let's go, it's not easy to stay here for long!"
Zhao Yuan turned back and glanced at the majestic and dangerous Jiepai City in the night, with a trace of anger flashing in his eyes.
"I can't fly anymore."
Tomorrow touched the arrow shaft on his thigh, and beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down his forehead. When Zhao Yuan took a look, his face suddenly changed color, and he saw that the long arrow shaft actually pierced through Tomorrow's thigh, and the arrows popped out from the front.
coming.
"We have to get the arrow out."
"Zhao Yuan, we have to leave here first." Tomorrow looked back at the Jiepai City in the darkness. The city looked like a beast lying on the plain in the night, and it could rise up and hurt people at any time.
.
"Well, please bear with me, I will cut off this arrowhead with my sword."
"Hmm...ah..."
Tomorrow has never suffered such a big loss. When Zhao Yuan was cutting off the arrowhead, he moved the arrow shaft. Tomorrow was in unbearable pain. He hugged Zhao Yuan tightly and cried in pain. Finally, the arrowhead was cut off, and the arrow shaft was temporarily gone.
There is no way to deal with it. Tomorrow I will find some anti-bleeding elixirs, grind them up and apply them.
At this time, the sound of rapid horse hooves could be faintly heard in the distance, and occasionally there was the sound of armor and weapons clashing with each other.
The pursuers are coming.
Although the Black-faced God does not intend to arrest Zhao Yuan and others, he still has to do it formally.
"Okay, I'm holding Mingyue and carrying you on my back. You have to hold me tightly with both hands and don't fall down."
"Yeah." Tomorrow gritted his teeth, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Zhao Yuan picked up Ming Yue, squatted down and let Ming Ri carry it on his back. Once he was secure, he immediately started running wildly.
This run was really fast.
In this endless darkness, Zhao Yuan was like a cat with night vision, his movements were smooth and smooth without any hindrance. At this time, Zhao Yuan had already maximized his "quietness" and "speed".
Every cell has become extremely sensitive. Even his pores can feel the resistance of the air, thereby avoiding obstacles along the way. His movements are dexterous and swift, and he is like a bat in the dark...
The "quietness" in the realm of brute force that Zhao Yuan cultivated has reached an astonishing level. He can rely on his intuition to perceive every plant, tree, brick and stone within a range of dozens of feet.
In the world of cultivation, Zhao Yuan's current achievements are insignificant, and he will even be ridiculed by cultivators, because as long as a cultivator reaches the junior level, he can easily monitor a range of tens or even hundreds of feet. However,
It is worth mentioning that the difference between Zhao Yuan and cultivators is that Zhao Yuan uses his body to feel nature, while cultivators rely entirely on spiritual energy to see.
The biggest difference between the two is that Zhao Yuan does not need spiritual energy, brain or eyes to observe at all. He uses his body to feel, while cultivators must consume spiritual energy.
In addition, no matter how powerful a cultivator is, it is impossible to monitor the environment around the body all the time. After all, it is an extremely consuming act of spiritual energy. Of course, there is no need for cultivators to monitor because most cultivators are in the open.
For aerial activities, the environment is clear at a glance.
Zhao Yuan had no time to think about the changes in his body. Now, he was fully exerting the instinct of the human body.
The combined weight of Mingyue and Mingri is less than two hundred kilograms. However, this is still a terrifying weight for a person running wildly. However, Zhao Yuan did not feel that the "speed" practice increased his lung capacity, and,
He knows how to control the rhythm and put his body in the best running condition...
…
When the cavalry from Jiepai City rushed to the place where the three fell, Zhao Yuan carried one on his back and ran into the dark wasteland long ago.
The endless darkness and boundless wilderness are the best cover.
The cavalry were already dilly-dallying, and could only sigh in despair when they saw the vast darkness, so they headed back home and withdrew their troops back to the city.
After running wildly for two hours, Zhao Yuan finally arrived at the cave where he and Tomorrow were staying.
The cave is still the same cave, but two of the three people were seriously injured.
Mingyue was still in a coma, and occasionally uttered frightened babbles in her sleep. It was obvious that she had been tortured inhumanely after being captured. Those soldiers were not gentlemen, and the numerous scars on Mingyue's body showed everything.
Tomorrow struggled to summon a tent and some equipment from the Sumeru Ring and then passed out.
Zhao Yuan didn't care about resting, and quickly set up the tent. He also found some hay nearby, spread it at the entrance of the cave, and put a blanket on it. After removing the tent, the three of them had a place to stay.
Zhao Yuan put the unconscious Mingyue into the tent, found a few pills from the bottles and jars he saw tomorrow, fed them, and then began to clean Mingyue's wounds.
Mingyue's wounds were shocking. The arrow shaft with the arrowhead cut off was still stuck in her thigh, and the blood had stained her pants red.
Zhao Yuan pulled out a small black sword and cut open Mingyue's pants bit by bit, revealing her fair and smooth slender thighs. At this time, Zhao Yuan had no intention of admiring it. He found some hemostatic powder from the small bag and sprinkled it around the wound.
Then, grab the arrow tail and pull it out suddenly...
"ah!"
Tomorrow woke up suddenly from the pain and let out a heartbreaking scream.
"Okay, just stop the bleeding." Zhao Yuan quickly held down Mingri and bandaged her wound.
"Zhao Yuan, what did you do?" Lying on the blanket tomorrow, he looked at Zhao Yuan with a weak expression.
"I helped you pull out the arrow shaft."
"...I am a cultivator." Tomorrow looked at Zhao Yuan blankly.
"What's wrong with the cultivator?" Zhao Yuan was stunned.
"A cultivator can heal his own injuries." Tomorrow's facial features were twisted in pain.
"Ah...ahem...then...ahem..."
"It's okay, it needs to be pulled out anyway."
Tomorrow sat up with difficulty, groped for a piece of low-quality crystal and held it in his hand. Then, a layer of light spiritual energy wrapped around the poor-quality crystal. The poor-quality crystal seemed to be stimulated by its hidden energy, and actually bloomed brilliantly.
In the light of the light, spiritual energy surges, circling and gathering, and the spiritual energy emitted by Tomorrow's body is the spiritual energy that binds the crystal, and the brain absorbs it bit by bit...
This is a long process.
Zhao Yuan practiced the "quietness" of the realm of brute strength over and over again several times, went out to hunt two rabbits and a pheasant, and found some firewood to light a pair of bonfires. It was not until noon until tomorrow.
After finishing the treatment, there were no scars on her white and slender jade legs, only vague bruises. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't tell that she was injured at all.
However, tomorrow's spirit will still be sluggish.
Tomorrow, who had recovered a little strength, immediately checked Mingyue's injuries. Fortunately, Mingyue did not suffer any injuries. Most of them were superficial injuries. Perhaps the biggest damage she suffered was the fear in her soul.
You can imagine the fear and helplessness of a beautiful sixteen or seventeen-year-old woman being tortured by a group of brutish men.
There is no doubt that Ming Yue was just too frightened.
Tomorrow after the treatment was completed, I took a breath and immediately went out to find some herbs. I used the utensils in the Xumi Ring to cook a bowl of soup for Ming Yue. After drinking the soup, Ming Yue was obviously much better, although she was still unconscious.
But my breathing became much more even, and I didn’t make any panicked sounds when I was talking in my sleep.
"Is Ming Yue feeling better?" Zhao Yuan glanced at Ming Ri who came out of the tent while roasting pheasant.
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