Ye Qinghuan frowned, turned around, and said coldly: "Little brother, I don't mean any harm. Even if you don't join our Nine Swords Peak, I, Liu Qingshan, am still willing to be your friend."
"Let's do this. I'll give this token to you. The city lord of Sihai City will not let you go. If you have the token in hand, he may not make things difficult for you. If you are in trouble, you can also hold the token.
Come to Nine Swords Peak to find me!"
"good!"
To everyone's surprise, Ye Qinghuan actually took the token.
Without saying a word of thanks, Ye Qinghuan turned around and left.
It's not that he's afraid of the city lord of Sihai City, it's just that having this token can reduce unnecessary troubles and allow him to heal with peace of mind.
Looking at Ye Qinghuan's leaving figure, everyone in Jiujian Peak also had very complicated expressions.
What a rare seedling!
This group of them came to Sihai City to recruit powerful geniuses.
It's really frustrating that a peerless genius appears in front of everyone but can't collect it.
"Elder Liu, are you just going to let him leave? With such a genius, if we at Nine Swords Peak..." the black-robed old man couldn't help but say.
"This is already the best way. With his character, if we take him away forcibly, we are afraid that he will be jealous of our Nine Swords Peak, which will only harm the sect."
"And by sending the token, I'm afraid I can gain his favor. In this way, with his future achievements, he can also take care of our Nine Swords Peak."
Take care of the Nine Swords Peak!
Everyone's hearts moved.
Although this man is a genius, no matter what, Jiujianfeng is still one of the eight major sects.
Do you need his care?
Just like the number one scholar from Tsinghua University and Peking University, with the size of Tsinghua University and Peking University, does it need their care?
At most, it only adds glory to Tsinghua and Peking University, and is the icing on the cake.
When they are in school, receiving the attention of the school may be the most glorious moment in their lives.
In society, if there are too many talents, their light will be weakened a lot.
The same is true for these genius disciples. Even the genius disciples of the Jiujian Peak generation may not be able to reach the height of the sect master.
Besides, there are so many strong men in a sect.
Winning the favor of a young man and expecting him to take care of him in the future is enough to show that Liu Qingshan attaches great importance to the masked young man.
After Ye Qinghuan bought some necessities in Sihai City, he left directly. There were too many warriors here, and it was really easy to cause trouble.
You still need a quiet place to practice.
Fortunately, Ye Qinghuan bought some necessities so that he could survive in the wild and heal his injuries with peace of mind.
After leaving the city, Ye Qinghuan walked towards the south. After running for two hours, Ye Qinghuan finally found a cave and stopped.
He could already feel that his injuries were slowly getting worse, and his energy and blood were surging. The previous killing of Wang Tong had consumed too much.
After taking out a healing elixir and taking it, Ye Qinghuan started practicing.
The spiritual power in his Qi Sea has almost dried up, and he needs to slowly absorb a little bit of spiritual power to repair his body.
"Damn space storm!"
Ye Qinghuan felt helpless.
The current situation is really troublesome.
Five hours later, Ye Qinghuan left the cave.
This place is too close to Sihai City, so there must be warriors passing by, and besides, there is also the city lord of Sihai City.
Now, Ye Qinghuan is really not fit to fight.
Fortunately, with some spiritual power, Ye Qinghuan took out the Xuan Yan Sword, flew directly into the air, and continued flying towards the south.
Five hours later, Ye Qinghuan randomly found a mountain peak and fell down.
The speed of Xuanyan Sword was very fast. He had already flown hundreds of kilometers and was already very far away from Sihai City.
Heal.
Without any hesitation, Ye Qinghuan took out the elixir and started healing.
Fortunately, Ye Qinghuan still has some first-level elixirs on hand.
Coupled with Ye Qinghuan's alchemy skills, they are all top-grade elixirs with very strong potency.
This time, Ye Qinghuan was completely silent in his cultivation. A trace of spiritual power was slowly born from the sea of qi, flowing through the meridians, repairing Ye Qinghuan's body.
The power of the medicine was also dissipating rapidly. Ye Qinghuan's injuries were already serious, and coupled with the repeated use of spiritual power, it required a long time to repair.
After a few hours, Ye Qinghuan will stop for something to eat.
Spiritual power can support him without eating, but now every ounce of spiritual power is very precious. If he wants to use it to nourish his body, it is better to eat.
one day one Night.
Ye Qinghuan spent a full day and night, and finally felt better, but still did not stop.
It’s just that as you get to the back, the healing speed becomes slower and slower.
Ye Qinghuan's brows wrinkled slightly.
The space storm has damaged some of the roots, and may touch the very foundation of oneself.
Although his strength can still be restored to its peak state, injuries to his foundation will affect his potential.
Ye Qinghuan's goal is to reach the state of no injury and resurrect Muzixi.
Therefore, every step he takes must be extremely solid, without any mistakes.
That state is too difficult.
Even Ye Qinghuan, who had fully activated the blood-slaying bead, could not achieve this, let alone Ye Qinghuan who had given up on the blood-slaying bead now.
If he could reach the supreme realm, even the behemoth Qi family behind Qi Qingyan would need to be fawned over.
That is the person who truly dominates the universe.
"We must find a way to repair the origin, otherwise, I will definitely leave disasters when I attack the supreme realm in the future!"
Ye Qinghuan said to himself.
But now is not the time to think so much. After recovering first, we can then look for heavenly materials and earthly treasures to repair the scars left by the space storm.
Three days later.
Ye Qinghuan's strength has recovered somewhat.
At least, you no longer have to be timid.
But, this is not enough.
Continue to practice.
"Look, there's still someone else you want!"
At this time, a voice sounded.
"Sure enough, there are people who seem to be practicing."
Someone came, and Ye Qinghuan's eyes suddenly opened. In order to save spiritual energy and spiritual consciousness, he did not open his spiritual consciousness when practicing.
Even if I get closer, I won't find it.
Seven or eight sturdy warriors, dressed very ruggedly and with bold faces, strode over.
"Hey, there is actually someone wearing a mask."
One of the men with a scar on his face laughed.
Standing up, Ye Qinghuan frowned and said directly: "Who are you?"
"Oh, what an interesting guy. He broke into our territory of Qingfeng Village and didn't even know about us." The scarred warrior sneered.
"Hey, kid, call out what's on you. Brothers are in a good mood and can spare your life."
"I don't know where the stupid young man came from. He dared to break into our Qingfeng Village at will. He really has no idea of life and death." Ye Qinghuan frowned and said, "Robbery?"