Yan Chutian practiced in seclusion for several days, but still could not repair the injuries in his body.
He opened his eyes and sighed softly. It seemed that he could only do it slowly. There was no need to rush this matter... Otherwise, it would be easy to get carried away and destroy the muscles and veins, and then the gain would outweigh the loss.
But there will be a family competition in half a year. Only if he breaks through to the True Immortal Realm before the family competition can he have the opportunity to become a direct disciple and move into the 30th Hall of Chenyu Immortal Palace... Or he can find some elixirs and find a way.
Please ask Jin Yao Danxian to refine an elixir for yourself.
But Jin Yao Alchemy is not someone he can meet if he wants to, and even if he does, Jin Yao Alchemy may not agree to his request... Yan Chutian walked out of the room, out of the tenth hall, and walked on the cloud steps.
"Hey, isn't this Yan Chutian, the crazy cultivator of our Yan clan?"
A voice of contempt and ridicule came from the side.
Yan Chutian frowned and said nothing. His expression was cold and calm, and he continued walking as if he hadn't heard. However, the person who spoke deliberately stopped in front of him.
"Yan Chutian, I heard that you were injured in the lungs and muscles by an ancient ferocious beast when you went out for training last month. Is it true?"
Yan Chutian raised his head and looked at the disgusting face in front of him, curled his lips coldly, and uttered one word, "Get out!"
Yan Chuwen was immediately furious, and he stretched out his hand to push Yan Chutian hard, "Who do you think you are?
He’s just a bastard who lives a despicable life! How dare you recommend me?”
Yan Chutian's expression suddenly changed, and murderous intent emerged in his eyes. He raised his hand and grabbed the opponent's wrist, and twisted it hard. He heard a clear and loud click, and instantly pinched Yan Chuwen's hand bones until they were fractured and deformed.
Yan Chuwen let out a miserable scream, "Ah!!"
The faces of the people following Yan Chuwen changed drastically, "Young Master Wen!"
"What are you still doing? Hit him quickly!"
Yan Chuwen shouted loudly.
As Yan Chuwen finished speaking, those people immediately attacked Yan Chutian. Because Yan Chutian had not recovered from his serious injuries, he almost went crazy. Under the siege of these people, he was quickly defeated.
Yan Chutian was knocked down, covered in blood and bruises, and rolled down from the cloud steps, looking extremely embarrassed.
At this time, he rolled to the feet of a person, who was wearing a fiery red dress and standing against the light, like a goddess descended from the world.
There was a faint smile on her unparalleled face, which looked even more blurry and charming in the shallow sunlight.
He thought she would step on him like these people, but she didn't.
Instead, she gently lifted him up and asked him: "How are you?
Can you still move?"
Yan Chutian nodded blankly.
"This is an elixir for treating internal injuries. Take one first."
The woman fed the elixir into his mouth, and then fought with Yan Chuwen and others for him. In the end, she and he were forced to have no way to retreat and fell off the Tianshui Cliff.
One person asked in a panic: "Master Wen, what should I do?
They fell!"
Yan Chuwen covered his sore wrist with a fierce look: "What are you afraid of! He's just a bitch! No matter how talented he is, it can't change the fact that he has low bloodline! He still wants to become a direct disciple! Humph, he's like this
It doesn't matter if he falls..." In this way, he still lacks a powerful enemy.
* Yan Chutian's body fell uncontrollably. Under the Tianshui Cliff was a deep and invisible sea of clouds. He didn't know what was under the sea of clouds. It was said to be a black hole, and he also heard that there was endless void there. Once he fell down,
, the body will be shattered into pieces, and the body will die and the path will disappear.
He has never been afraid of death, he just hurts others...