Feng Lingning'er said: "If I'm not wrong, you must have reached the integration stage. With your cultivation level, how could you be hurt like this?"
The person who injured him was not of high cultivation, and the weapon he used was not a magical weapon. Some of the wounds were even made of ordinary iron. It would be easy for him to fight back against such an opponent. How could he be forced into such a situation?
The young man turned his face away and did not answer. She could not ask him any more questions.
Feng Lingning'er retracted the ribbon, and the ribbon was shortened into a delicate blue forehead wipe. She arranged her loose black hair and tied the forehead wipe between her forehead. This movement was as beautiful as a fairy, and the young man who saw it was stunned.
Feng Lingning'er noticed his gaze and said: "This is the token for the saint candidate to be selected. Each candidate has an exclusive forehead wiping line. The one I just got is green, which matches my clothes very well."
Right? I also gave it a name, Bi Ling, does it sound good?"
The boy didn't say anything, so she thought to herself: "I've been studying it recently, and I created a space in it. Unfortunately, it's too small, so I can only put some small things."
The other person showed little interest and didn't even look at him. She pouted and had no interest in talking anymore.
But something suddenly occurred to her, and she was startled, and suddenly said in a flattering tone: "I took it out for use just now when it was urgent. You must not tell anyone else." Although in her case, it was used out of necessity, and with her.
Being accustomed to using it has quietly equated with it.
However, the token of Bi Ling represents holiness and is the good hope of the Fengling Clan for the candidate to become a saint. It is never appropriate to use it as a weapon, especially to tie up a man.
The young man nodded ignorantly. The sudden friendly conversation stabilized the young man's mood a lot. The key was that the effect of the elixir was working, and his pain was reduced a bit. He finally realized that she was not only harmless but also very dangerous.
Cute, and helping herself, a pair of purple eyes looked at her with confusion:
"Why did you save me?"
Feng Lingning'er wondered: "Why can't I save you?"
The young man almost blurted out: "People who claim to have a noble status are all superior, who cares about my kind..." After saying that, he felt that this was inappropriate, and immediately shut up, remembering that he had sneaked into the girl's car and was still full of anger.
His body was stained with blood. For the first time in his life, he was afraid that others would misunderstand him. He hurriedly explained: "I am not a killer. Someone wanted to kill me, so I entered your chariot to hide."
Feng Lingning'er nodded and said, "Yes, I know. Someone was chasing you before you got in the car. I saw it."
The young man was speechless, because he had been hiding in his carriage for a while. He couldn't hold back and wanted to leave but was afraid of disturbing the surroundings. It turned out that she had always known about it, but she had never made it known.
Feng Lingning'er said: "My mother-in-law said that if a candidate for a saint cannot become a saint, she will be cannon fodder. If you go to Fengling Mountain, you will have a 10% chance of becoming a saint, but a 90% chance of becoming cannon fodder."
, but no matter which one it is, there will be no new friends. Today, I am very happy to meet you. My name is Ning'er."
She stretched out her hand to him, and he stared at her for a long time and said: "Zi Huo. Zi Mo family, Zi Huo."
After saying that, he raised his head, his eyes met, and his heart moved inexplicably.
At this moment, there was a sound of explosion, and the carriage was blown into ashes. The soot slowly fell, revealing Feng Lingning'er and Zihuo who were covered in white ash.
The leader of Fengling Clan shouted: "Take it!!"
Feng Lingning'er said: "Stop!"
She is just a small candidate. Whether she can stay and how long she can stay is unknown. No one will listen to her at this time. Facing the guards who have already stepped forward, she protects Zi Huo behind her with her body.
, stepped back, and shouted to the guards: "Don't come up, he is not a bad person, he, he, he..."
Before Feng Ling Ning'er could figure out that he was a famous person, the leader of the Feng Ling clan coldly ordered: "What are you doing in a daze? Take it down quickly!!"
Feng Lingninger shouted: "No, he is a guardian!"
Hearing this, the clan leader was shocked, "Guardian?"
Feng Lingning'er said: "Yes, Guardian. Our Saintess already has candidates, so we can't delay the candidates for Guardian. Lord Patriarch, you said it yourself. Talents must be retained. Really?"
, he can, if you don’t believe it, ask him to go for selection, he will definitely win!!”
Feng Ling Ning'er was the most outstanding among the candidates, and was the favorite of the clan leader. The clan leader was somewhat partial to Feng Ling Ning'er.
If it were any other saint candidate who was so bold, she would have ordered them to be dragged in.
The more important fact is that Feng Ling Ning'er's cultivation level at this time is not low among the Feng Ling clan. If there is a conflict, it is difficult for her cultivation level not to cause trouble.
You must know that candidates for sainthood must practice in isolation, and it is best to do everything quietly.
The patriarch said sullenly: "You intercede for him, do you know who he is? Let me tell you, this young master is the concubine of the Zimo family. It is said that he killed the wife of the clan leader of the family. Now the whole Ling City is collecting it.
Such people are not even qualified for selection."
Feng Lingning'er subconsciously glanced at Zi Hua, who also looked at her, but his eyes were full of emotions: "I killed the person, what do you want??"
With just one glance, she understood that the person he killed was the person who deserved to be killed.
Feng Lingning'er nodded to him and asked him to calm down, then turned to the clan leader and said:
"Master Patriarch, who do you think the guardian should be? Who should you protect? If you don't have the courage to do something, who can you protect? You said it the first time you saw me, I am a little
He has reached the Void Refining stage at a young age, which is amazing. There is no such genius in the whole continent. But, you see, he is the same age as me, but his cultivation level is one level higher than mine. Isn't he more genius? Feng?
The Eldar tribe needs people like this to join us."
The clan leader couldn't help but glance at Zi Huo secretly. Seeing that his nose was red and his face was swollen, he was quite suspicious of his claim of high cultivation.
Feng Lingning'er pulled the clan leader's sleeve and said:
"You know, Patriarch. Everyone is yelling at him to kill him, but who of you has heard about the death somewhere? You can definitely see that his cultivation level is not low. Not to mention it is just a minor injury, it is more serious.
, with our guards, even if I are included, we may not be his opponent, right? But he has endured everything by himself and has never hurt anyone else, right? He is kind and righteous to outsiders, so how can he not be able to tolerate the mistress of his family?
Patriarch….”
She coquettishly pulled the patriarch's broad sleeves, "We are not familiar with the Zimo family, and we are not sure what is right or wrong. Maybe the one who died is the one who deserves to die? How can we judge his character based on this?
.”
That seems to be the case, but at this time, Feng Lingning'er is still a low-key person. Even the clan leader who thinks she has great potential does not agree with her as a small candidate and openly confronts her in this way.
The clan leader said: "My clan is not interested in other clan's affairs, but as a man, he actually sneaked into the car of the saint candidate. If this matter spreads, the saint's palace will lose face. Come on, take it down."
!!”
The guards stood still, Feng Lingning'er winked at Zi Hua, and the young man slowly backed away...
The patriarch asked: "What are you doing standing still?"
As he spoke, he realized that this group of guards had already had their spiritual power and physical strength sealed off by Feng Lingning'er. At this moment, they probably didn't even have the strength to raise a hand.
The patriarch was angry: "Feng Lingning'er, I think you are rebelling against me!!" Then he glared at Zihuo angrily and said: "You say you have high cultivation level, but they can't beat you. How about I give it a try?"
When she raised her hand, she realized that her own spiritual power had also been blocked by Feng Lingning'er. Feng Lingning'er said: "Quickly leave!!"
Zi Huo hesitated for a moment, then ran away under the clan leader's glare.
Recalling this episode, Feng Lingning'er felt as if she had been given a shot of blood. She sat up and said, "...Ah, it's you. You're not dead?"
Zi Huo said inexplicably: "Hmm...huh?"
Feng Lingning'er said: "The patriarch lied to me. She said that you were beaten to death by your father when you returned to Zimo's house. I was still sad for a long time."
Zi Huo lowered his head and said: "I have never returned to Zi Mo's house. I participated in the selection of guardians and have been practicing here." Guardians and saints are the same. They both have to go through many hardships. How can the challenge be easy?
Feng Lingning'er was shocked and said: "This place?" After saying that, he jumped up regardless of the pain, "You said this place! Is this the Monster Killing Lake?"
Zihuo said: "I gave this lake a new name, Green Lake."
Feng Lingning'er was not as calm as him, her face turned pale and she said: "There are demons in the lake. The demon-slaying platform did not kill the demons. All the demons are living in the lake??"
Zi Huan remained silent, which was regarded as the acquiescence.
Feng Lingning'er was shocked, "...then you are the only one left in this place? Are all the other candidates dead?"
Feng Lingning'er finally understood where his injuries came from. The lake was full of monsters. Immortality was a blessing. Isn't it normal to be injured?
Zi Huo said: "The saint candidate is at the top, and the guardian candidate is at the canyon. Knowing that you are at the top, I have the strength."
What supported him was her on top.
Zi Huo said: "Do you still remember that you said that I am a guardian?"
Feng Lingning'er lowered her head and confessed: "That was just a way of convincing the clan leader to let you go..."
Zi Huo said: "I am your guardian."
"You..." Feng Lingning'er was stunned. She seemed to understand something, but remembering that her time might be running out, there was no need to explain anything. She said, "What if I can't become a saint?"
Zi Huo stared at her seriously and said, "If you want to be a saint, you must be one."
She didn't know where his firm look came from, and in the next moment, Feng Lingning'er was froze by him.
Zi Huo said: "I am your guardian, not on the premise of being a saint, not for anything else, just because I have you in my heart."
Feng Lingning'er sat next to the stone, her hands were placed by Zi Huo's side. She couldn't move. Zi Huo's spiritual power, which he had stored up for a long time, finally gained strength and started to exert force against the wound on her back...
Feng Lingning'er knew what that meant, her heart sank, and her voice trembled a little, "Zihuo, what do you want to do? Don't mess around, you can't heal my injury, don't..."
Zi Huo smiled and said, "Trust me, it'll be fine."
Feng Lingning'er's consciousness began to blur, and she shouted with all her strength: "No... you will die..." However, the words that came out were just a whisper, and the person fell down.