Everyone had their own thoughts and remained silent, wielding their swords in the sky, and the atmosphere was quite dull.
The corner of Linghu Heng's eyes kept falling on Yang Zhishuang's snowy back, watching silently, thinking in his heart: "Why does she like senior brother? If it weren't for senior brother, I would still fight for it, but... alas!
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Wu Zhen's face was dull, but his heart was churning: "I can see Xue'er soon!"
Despite Yue'er's appearance of being ignorant of worldly affairs, she has her own plans: "I heard from the master that Yao Lao's alchemy skills are superb, but I have to 'blackmail' hundreds of pills! Hehehehe..."
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Lin Jiandi's expression was serious, but there was a slight smile in the corner of his eyes, but he was thinking: "By handing the Seven-leaf Cortex to Yao Lao, the task assigned by Master will be completed, and I can take care of Axia with peace of mind!"
Thinking of his wife who was pregnant with Liujia, Lin Jiandi felt a sweetness in her heart, and the corners of her mouth on her originally serious face with a Chinese character raised slightly.
Although Yang Zhishuang did not pay attention to Lin Jiandi all the time, he pretended to look into the distance from time to time to observe Lin Jiandi's expression. Seeing the gentleness on Lin Jiandi's face, she knew that he was thinking of his wife, but there was a bitterness in his heart: "Why didn't he
By the time I'm as white-haired as others? Why can't I forget him? Why is he so lukewarm to me, but I still can't be cruel to him? He already has a family, but I still give him this
Love is buried deep in my heart, but in the end, I am just a poor person!"
Just as everyone was making their own calculations, dozens of hidden weapons suddenly attacked from below, but Yang Zhishuang was still thinking wildly and didn't realize it. Linghu Heng focused his attention on Yang Zhishuang, and couldn't help being shocked that all the dead souls came out. Please note that...
When wielding a sword, I am most afraid of attacks like this. If I are hit, there is almost no possibility of escaping!
Linghu Heng didn't know where the courage came from. He rushed forward at almost the speed of light and hugged Yang Zhishuang's soft body. However, his back was hit hard by four or five hidden weapons.
Suddenly, as if he had been hit by something, he rushed forward immediately. Yang Zhishuang was so frightened that he screamed, and then he noticed that his back was heavily nailed with hidden weapons.
Yang Zhishuang quickly went up with her sword, used her delicate hands to hold Linghu Heng's falling body, and asked eagerly: "You...are you okay?"
Linghu Hengqiang supported himself, but still slumped in Yang Zhishuang's soft and fragrant arms. He tried his best to squeeze out a smile and said: "I have nothing... to do..." Before he could finish speaking, he completely fainted.
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However, Lin Jiandi and Wu Zhen were floating in the air, with the swords already in their hands. They looked down warily. They saw crowds of people, but the costumes were not those of the Six Holy Lands.
After all, Lin Jiandi had more experience in the world. He frowned and said, "Be careful, it's a demon sect!"
When everyone heard this, they were all shocked. Although the Demon Sect has become somewhat restrained in recent years, the image of being cruel and murderous is still deeply rooted in everyone's minds. Now that they have a huge treasure in mind, they can't help but feel a little uneasy.
I saw Lin Jiandi cupping her hands and saying loudly: "Friends from the Demon Sect below, we have no grudges in the past and have no grudges recently. Why did you hurt my fellow sect members and block our way?"
I saw an enchanting figure emerging from the crowd, and said with a sweet smile: "Hey, isn't this the great disciple Lin Jian and Dilin of the Ancient Sword Sect? The slave family thought he was the enemy!"
Lin Jiandi's face darkened and she thought to herself: "How does that witch know me? Could it be...?"
He shouted out loud: "You...are you Saint Linglong?"
The enchanting figure put on a posture that confuses all living beings, covered her mouth and said with a sweet smile: "Hey, the slave's nickname is remembered by the hero Laolin!"
Lin Jiandi said in a deep voice: "I wonder why the saint stopped us here?"
The rose-red transparent gauze skirt called the exquisite saint swayed, and she said angrily: "It's easy to say, the slave family just wants your junior brother Linghu and the precious treasure in your arms! The name of Lin Daxia's chivalry is famous all over the world, I'm afraid
Will you agree to the slave family’s request?”
Lin Jiandi snorted angrily: "Witch, Lin is just promoting you, but you actually push yourself to the limit? If you want Lin to abandon his fellow disciples, first ask about the 'Wentian' sword in Lin's hand!"
The Saint Linglong was not annoyed at all, and said slowly and calmly: "Don't be impatient, Master Lin. I'm afraid that your junior brother Linghu will be seduced by the devil in the underworld in a while. If you don't leave it to the Nujia Gang,
He detoxifies, but it's your fault!"
Only then did Lin Jiandi notice that Linghu Heng's face was livid and his whole body was green. He was obviously poisoned. He snorted angrily and pointed his finger like a halberd at Linghu Heng's Tanzhong, Tianwan, Tianshu, Juque, and Jiu.
At Weiwu point, he took out a bottle of detoxifying pills from his pocket and fed Linghu Heng a few pills, but there was no improvement at all.
Lin Jiandi glared angrily and said, "Witch, take out the antidote!"
The Saint Linglong had a lot of time to relax and said in a sweet voice: "Master Lin, why not consider the slave family's suggestion?"
Lin Jiandi signaled Wu Zhen and the others to withdraw first with Linghu Heng, and then he said loudly: "I'm sorry Lin can't do it. If you dare to take a step forward, first ask about the 'Wentian' sword in Lin's hand."
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At this time, a young man with a ghostly air came out from behind the Saint Linglong. He smiled "Jie Jie" and said, "You really take yourself seriously after praising you for a few words? Okay, let me come and take a few swords from you!"
The Saint Linglong scolded: "You are so outrageous, go back here!"
The face of the young man with ghostly aura suddenly turned livid, and he thought to himself: "Humph, ****, one day, I will let you try my methods! I will make you ****, you can't stop."
!Why are you pretending to be innocent!"
But he still backed away very obediently and entered the queue.
At this moment, Wu Zhen and the others had already taken Linghu Heng far away. The ancient sword sect's sword control skills were not outstanding. Their speed was indeed the best in the world, but it consumed too much spiritual power!
Lin Jiandi estimated that this person who was far away from the Demon Sect could not catch up, so he said: "Lin said goodbye, there is no need to send him off!"
After that, he sacrificed the "Wentian" celestial sword very gracefully and walked away...
The saintess Linglong looked at his retreating figure, curved the corner of her mouth, and said: "You can't escape from the palm of my hand!"
At this time, a disciple of the Demon Sect asked: "Holy Girl, should we pursue her?"
Saint Linglong smiled enchantingly and said: "If you can catch up with the sword control skills, go ahead!"
The Demon Sect disciple was obedient and returned to the queue with a shy look on his face.
The holy girl Linglong thought in her heart: "Hmph, Linghu boy, you are lucky, but this saint will not let it go! No matter what your relationship is with that witch, this saint will definitely break you up. After eating, I want to wipe you out."
Mouth? No way! You belong to me, hehe."
If Linghu Heng was still awake at this moment, he would definitely recognize that this Demon Sect Saint was the unlucky Saint who disguised herself as a man and was accidentally "attacked" by Linghu Heng in Nalan Mansion not long ago.
This can be regarded as an unforeseen disaster. It is time to repay the romantic debt owed by Linghu Heng! However, if he knew that it was because of this that he was hit with a hidden weapon, he would definitely curse: "Your grandma is a bear, didn't she just touch it?"
Are your breasts going to kill me?"
Lin Jiandi's sword-wielding speed was the fastest among everyone, and he caught up after a while. He asked urgently: "How is Ah Heng?"
Because he wanted to save his spiritual energy, Wu Zhen now carried Linghu Heng on his back. Wu Zhen said: "Junior brother, his whole body is feeling hot, as if... he is about to burn!"
Lin Jiandi took a look at Linghu Heng's pulse, only to find that Linghu Heng's pulse was extremely strange. Sometimes it was as dull and powerful as beating a drum, sometimes it was as weak and feeble as a dying person, and sometimes it was as rapid as a galloping horse...
It’s just so weird!
Lin Jiandi said in a muffled voice: "The plan for now is to rush to Yaolao as quickly as possible. Maybe we can be saved! Ah Zhen, let me carry it! You all wield the sword at full speed!"
After taking over Linghu Heng's limp body, Lin Jiandi immediately used his sword with all his strength and headed towards the Medicine God Valley as fast as possible. Wu Zhen and others also used their swords with all their strength and followed Lin Jiandi closely.
Yulin Fairyland is not too close to Yaoshen Valley, but with all his strength, he can get there in half a day. What's more, for emergency purposes this time, Wu Zhen also brought a lot of "Elixirs of Recovery" given by Yao Lao.
It can save a lot of time, and it may only take half a day to get to Yaolao Na.
In this way, Yu Jian hurried on without stopping, and finally arrived at the small valley where Yao Lao was at starry night. As soon as Wu Zhen landed, Nalan Ruoxue rushed over and hugged Wu Zhen's burly body. But
Wu Zhen was worried about Linghu Heng's injury at the moment and had no intention of being gentle. After a while, he pushed Nalan Ruoxue away and said, "Xue'er, um, my junior brother has been poisoned, I..."
Nalan Ruoxue Bingxue was so smart, how could she not know what Wu Zhen wanted to say? She immediately took Lin Jiandi into the small valley to look for Yao Lao. At this time, Feng Leiyu was also awakened from his dream and followed everyone into the small valley.
.As soon as he checked Linghu Heng’s injuries, he was shocked and said: "This...isn’t this our sect’s five-color psychedelic powder! How come there is still this formula? Hasn’t it been lost a long time ago!"
Yao Lao was also invited over, took Linghu Heng's pulse, checked his pupils and tongue, and asked: "What is the formula of this colorful psychedelic powder? Do you know?"
Feng Leiyu said awkwardly: "I only heard about it and don't know the prescription."
"Hey, isn't this the Cold Moon Ice Lotus that can cure all poisons? Hey, this kid is really lucky!" Yao Lao took out a small jade bottle from Linghu Heng's arms, put it to his nose and smelled it, and he was pleasantly surprised
said.
It turned out that the last time he went to Qinglan Mountain's Hanyue Pond to get the Cold Moon Ice Lotus, Linghu Heng made a conscious decision and put a small plant of Cold Moon Ice Lotus in a jade bottle. Unexpectedly, his unintentional move that day ended up saving his own life!
Yao Lao made the cold moon ice lotus into a pill as quickly as possible. After giving it to Linghu Heng, his complexion and pulse gradually returned to normal, and he fell into a deep sleep... (To be continued)