"Give me the identity jade talisman." Yang Xuan whispered.
Chen Ling handed over the identity jade talisman with great difficulty.
He was on the verge of coma at this moment.
Yang Xuan took the identity jade talisman, looked at Jiang Li and smiled coldly: "Please transfer the contribution points yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, the jade talisman was thrown over.
Jiang Li was trembling all over and was silent for nearly ten breaths before he turned his contribution point tremblingly.
Then he threw a jade bottle to Yang Xuan together with the identity jade talisman.
Seeing this scene, Chen Ling was so determined that his eyesight went dark, he couldn't hold on any longer and passed out.
"Junior brother?"
Yang Xuan's expression changed, and he glared at Jiang Li and Mo Liancheng fiercely: "Mo Liancheng, I'll let you go today. I'll see you in the martial arts arena in three days."
Mo Liancheng's face twitched and his eyes filled with anger.
Yang Xuan flew up with Chen Ling and left quickly.
"What happened just now?" Mo Liancheng gritted his teeth and said gloomily.
"That kid can swallow my blood." Jiang Li's eyes flashed with palpitations.
"Swallowing blood?"
Mo Liancheng's pupils shrank and his face looked horrified.
"Although Chen Ling seems to have been seriously injured, he has made a lot of money this time. Five hundred contribution points plus a Forging Holy Pill, hehe, Mo Liancheng and Jiang Li can only steal a lot of money but lose a lot of rice."
…
Yang Xuan put Chen Ling on the bed and looked a little shocked when he saw the tragic injuries on Chen Ling's body.
The outcome of this battle was indeed somewhat beyond his expectation.
At the last moment, Chen Ling was able to fight back.
But, overall, it was a profit.
"Oh, this kid is really crazy."
Whispering, Yang Xuan took out a jade bottle, which contained a milky-white elixir the size of a longan.
Xianzhi Dan, a high-level healing elixir.
The value of one pill is approximately one-third of that of the Casting Saint Pill. It is an extremely precious healing pill for semi-saints and new saints.
"Hiss, what a terrifying recovery power." Just as he was about to give Chen Ling the Immortal Zhi Pill, Yang Xuan saw that the tragic scars on Chen Ling's body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Such resilience makes it incredible for him to reach the Saint level.
I'm afraid this junior brother is not simple either.
That powerful bloodline is truly extraordinary.
With his heart shocked, Yang Xuan gave Chen Ling the Immortal Zhi Pill and then left the courtyard.
Four days later.
Chen Ling was awakened by feeling weak and exhausted.
The moment he woke up, intense fatigue and weakness came one after another, weighing on his heart.
"Recovering so quickly?"
After mustering up his energy to sense the condition inside his body, Chen Ling was surprised by the recovery situation.
The blood's recovery power is amazing, but with the injuries sustained that day, it's impossible to completely recover so quickly, right?
The injuries inside and outside his body have completely recovered, leaving only the loss of blood and the trauma to his will.
However, after careful perception, Chen Ling found that there was still a weak gentle power left in his body.
"It must be the healing pill that my senior brother swallowed for me, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to recover so quickly." Chen Ling guessed secretly.
Immediately, he propped himself up and sat down cross-legged.
"It will take some time for blood and will to recover."
"However, I got 500 contribution points and a Holy Forging Pill from this battle, so it was worth it."
Thinking of Jiang Li, Chen Ling's eyes flashed coldly.
"Next time, I won't pick up your three moves."
"You woke up so soon?"
A voice came from outside, and then the door opened and Yang Xuan walked in. He saw Chen Ling sitting cross-legged with a look of surprise on his face.
"Senior brother."
"How's the injury?"
"Bloodline and will will still take a few days, but the rest is fine. I have to thank senior brother." Chen Ling stood up and said.
Yang Xuan waved his hand slightly, looked Chen Ling up and down and murmured: "I suddenly realized that you are a bit abnormal. If you are a local warrior in Wuzhou, it is normal to have someone like you. But coming from Dongzhou, it is very strange.
It’s the same as usual.”
"What grade of bloodline?" Yang Xuan stared at Chen Ling.
"Ninth level peak." Chen Ling didn't hide it either.
"hiss."
Yang Xuan took a breath.
The difference between Ninth Grade and Ninth Grade Peak is also huge.
"Even in the Fourth Hall, there are only a handful of people with ninth-grade bloodline. Even my senior brother, I only have ninth-grade bloodline." Yang Xuan couldn't hide the shock on his face.
Although there are countless ninth-grade bloodlines in Wuzhou, compared to the huge base of warriors in Wuzhou, not everyone has them.
The ninth-grade peak person is already the middle-class leader among that group of people.
"Senior brother, does our fourth palace have saint-level blood?" Chen Ling couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Saint-level bloodline..." Yang Xuan nodded and said, "Yes, there are, but there are only two of them."
"There are only two in the entire fourth hall?" Chen Ling felt incredible.
"Isn't it said that Wuzhou has ninth-grade bloodlines everywhere and many saint-level bloodlines?"
Yang Xuan's face twitched and he said speechlessly: "You think it's Chinese cabbage. It is true, but that's only relative. In our entire Shenwu Palace, there are tens of thousands of people with ninth-grade blood, but most of them have already
No more than one-third of the ninth-grade bloodline below the saint level has reached sainthood."
"Most bloodlines are improved through evolution."
Chen Ling suddenly realized, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It seems that my bloodline level is not weak."
At least, there is still a huge advantage, even if it cannot break through the holy level in a short time.
"In this battle, you got 500 contribution points and a Holy Forging Pill. It's a big profit for you." Yang Xuan suddenly said in deep thought.
"Yes." Chen Ling nodded, narrowed his eyes and said: "I knew from the beginning that I was no match for Jiang Li. The reason why I agreed to the fight was firstly for the five hundred contribution points and the Holy Casting Pill, and secondly to make those people calm down.
Otherwise, trouble will continue and people will worry about you every day, which will not be a good feeling."
Yang Xuan's pupils shrank and he stared at Chen Ling: "Including the third move?"
Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said: "Including. My bloodline is a bit special, so..."
Yang Xuan saw it.
He came from Dongzhou, but he has the ninth-grade peak bloodline. He can defeat Jiang Li's last move by using the weak against the strong, which is obviously special and extraordinary.
However, he didn't intend to ask in detail, as this was personal privacy.
"With this Saint-casting Pill, you should be able to reach Half-Saint in three months."
"I am at the ninth level of the Martial King level. In addition, due to my bloodline, to break through the first level, the resources I need are several times that of ordinary people."
"hiss."
Yang Xuan opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time.
"Are you really a native of Dongzhou?" Yang Xuan murmured for a long time, feeling incredibly dreamy.
The ninth rank of Martial King, the peak bloodline of the ninth rank.
Placed in Wuzhou, even in the Shenwu Palace, there are only a handful of them.
"The goods are genuine." Chen Ling said with a smile.
"Damn it, even if the captain knew about it, I'm afraid he would be shocked." Yang Xuan clenched his fist. You must know that when he was at the Martial King level, he was only at rank eight.
"Senior brother, what can I exchange for 500 contribution points? It would be best if it can help me break through to Half-Saint." Chen Ling said. (To be continued)