Xuanhuan: I, with unlimited investment, are admired by all ethnic groups

Chapter Ninety-Three Have You Ever Been Impressed?

Five days later.

Li Xun stood by a black river.

He was a little skeptical of life.

In these five days, he only killed six demon beasts, five of which were demon beasts with spirit essence, and the value of the demon dan was not high, and as for the spirit grass, only three were found.

It’s not even a thousand years old.

It’s valuable, but that’s about it.

As for the Xuanyang Sect disciples, he didn’t encounter a single one, but he saw several disciples from other sects, and after asking about it, he didn’t ask any useful information at all.

They are also like headless flies, running around.

“Without the protagonist aura, the luck is so bad?”

Li Xun said indignantly.

He didn’t think that his strength was very poor, but now even if he had strength, he couldn’t play it at all, even if he wanted to block the road and rob it.

The premise is that you have to meet people too!

“That’s it.”

Li Xun sighed softly.

His own luck is not good, in the continued search, may not be able to find many good things, but it is better to fly directly in the YuanHuang Secret Realm.

Familiarize yourself with the environment first.

Thinking of this, Li Xun directly sacrificed the Royal Spirit Boat.

Just when he wanted to get on the boat, he looked at him and turned to look tens of kilometers behind him.

At the edge of the scope of his divine consciousness, a bloodied figure was detected by his divine consciousness, and the other party was scarred and very embarrassed.

It seems to have been hunted down by some terrible being.

If he was a disciple of other sects, Li Xun would not have bothered to take care of things, but the problem was that the clothes worn by this person were the clothes of the disciples of the Inner Gate of the Xuanyang Sect!

“I can count on finding someone of my own!”

Li Xun stepped directly onto the Imperial Spirit Boat, transformed into a dazzling light, and rushed towards the Inner Gate disciple.

Black on the ground.

Jiang Jue was one foot deep and one foot shallow running.

He was a cultivator in the late stage of the Spirit Realm, and he could already fly with his sword, but now the injuries on his body were too serious, and the True Element in his body was exhausted.

You can only run in one direction in the most primitive way.

“Brother Li, where are you?”

Jiang Jue cried out in his heart, but the heavens and the earth were silent, and no one could respond to him, and he was almost at the point of exhaustion.

Every step that fell would leave a blood-colored footprint, and the last bit of strength in his body was also being quickly withdrawn, as if the next moment, he would fall directly to the ground.

The reason why we can still move forward now is supported by a belief.

Before he falls, he must find Master Li.

If you can’t find it:

Master Yao Feng and others in the Spirit Sword Valley were completely finished.

Time passed bit by bit, Jiang Jue didn’t know how far he had gone, the heavens and the earth in front of him had begun to twist, and his vision was getting darker and darker.

The body is extremely heavy, and the pace that could still run can now only be staggered forward.

Poof.

Jiang Jue fell to his knees, and he couldn’t walk.

Looking at the still boundless darkness in front of him, a desperate smile came out of the corner of his mouth, and now, he still couldn’t find Master Li Xun?

The thought fell, and his body slowly fell to the side.

The imaginary cold ground did not feel it, but there was a gentle force that lifted him up, and he opened his eyes with all his might.

What you see.

It was a purple shirt.

The lines on the clothes are too familiar.

That was the clothes that only the Xuanyang Sect, the core disciples, could wear!

At present, in the Yuanhuang Secret Realm, there is only one person who is qualified to wear this dress, that is, Li Xun!

“Lee….. Brother Master.”

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Jiang Jue’s chapped lips squeezed out three words with difficulty.

“Master and disciple don’t speak first, you should take this elixir first.”

Li Xun leaned down, and a Dan Medicine appeared in his hand, which was sent into Jiang Jue’s mouth after Jiang Jue swallowed the Dan Medicine.

In Li Xun’s mind, a systematic voice sounded.

(Ding, congratulations to the master, successful investment, get twenty years of cultivation, please ask whether to receive?) ）

Li Xun did not pay attention to the system, but looked at the disciple in front of him and asked solemnly, “Who hurt you like this?”

The difference between the injuries caused by the demon beasts and the human race was still very big, and Li Xun only glanced at the injuries on Jiang Jue’s body, and he could tell that it was humans, not demons, who injured Jiang Jue.

“It’s Ningcheng.”

After taking the Dan Medicine, Jiang Jue’s state improved a little, and the originally dried up DanTian reappeared with a trace of True Yuan, and this True Yuan wandered all over his body.

Quickly repaired, he had damaged the Eight Pulses of the Qijing.

“You met Ning Cheng?”

Li Xun frowned.

“Yes.”

Jiang Jue looked sad and said in a hoarse voice, “A few days ago, Master and Brother Yao Feng of the Spirit Sword Valley met Master Yao Feng and walked with him, just a day ago, we saw a mountain peak.”

“At the foot of that mountain, emitting the fluctuations of the Ancient Fierce Beasts, Master Yao Feng found a drop of the Blood of the Ancient Poor Qi.”

“Originally, this was a matter of great joy for everyone, but in the instant that Master Yao Feng got the blood of the poor Qi, Ning Cheng suddenly appeared and directly hit Master Yao Feng hard.”

“Master Yao Feng was defeated and was eventually suppressed.”

“Originally, Master and Brother and another Spirit Sword Valley Disciple had also been caught by Ning Cheng, but Na Ning Cheng, for some reason, suddenly let me go.”

“Only you were released, not anyone else?”

Li Xun asked in a deep voice.

“Yes.”

Jiang Jue nodded.

“This is for me.”

Li Xun’s eyes flashed a trace of killing intent.

Yao Feng was one of the few friends after he entered Zhentiancheng, and the other party had helped him break the siege several times, but he did not expect to lose at the hands of Ningcheng today.

Thinking about it, the demon beast in Ning Cheng’s hands has always been rumored by the outside world to have the ancient Poor Qi bloodline, and Yao Feng has now obtained a drop of Poor Qi’s blood.

If Ning Cheng saw it, he would be a ghost if he didn’t shoot it.

What Li Xun didn’t expect was that Yao Feng didn’t even escape, and it was reasonable to say that Yao Feng’s strength was not weak, and he was still the leader of the Spirit Sword Valley.

Even if he was attacked by Ning Cheng, if he wanted to escape, it was still no problem.

In the Spirit Sword Valley, all of them are sword cultivators, and in addition to being good at killing, there is also a characteristic, that is, they are fast and can catch up with those who can catch up with sword cultivators in the same level.

Hardly.

Ning Cheng was a disciple of the Spirit Beast Sect, and as long as his demon beast was not good at flying, it was almost impossible for him to catch up with Yao Feng’s arms.

As if seeing Li Xun’s doubts, Jiang Jue opened his mouth again.

“In addition to Ning Cheng, there were three people beside him, and judging by the costumes on his body, it seemed that they were not disciples of the Imperial Beast Sect, but they did not shoot, and the master and disciple were not good at judging their strength.”

“Oh?”

Li Xun raised an eyebrow.

This was a bit unexpected by him, and he didn’t expect that Ningcheng still had helpers.

No wonder Yao Feng couldn’t escape.

“Those three people, have you ever had an impression?”

“If master and disciple are not mistaken.”

Jiang Jue recalled it carefully, and he said softly, “Those three people, before entering the Yuanhuang Secret Realm, seem to be standing behind the Grand Prince!”