At the same time, Ye Wushuang, who was speeding through the jungle, glanced at the bright red in front of him and suddenly stopped.
"This is...red crystal grass?"
Seeing the red crystal grass, a flash of surprise flashed between Ye Wushuang's brows.
"Xiao Hei, you are really lucky; with this great tonic medicine, your injuries will definitely recover within ten days!"
"Hiss..."
Xiao Hei breathed out the red letter at this moment, and his eyes were filled with joy.
"You can't eat it now. When you return to the imperial capital, I will refine it into a blood-nurturing elixir for you!"
After the words fell, Ye Wushuang squatted down and started working.
"Senior Brother Zheng, look, it's red crystal grass!"
At this moment, an exclamation suddenly sounded.
Immediately afterwards, several slightly embarrassed figures, surrounded by a pale-faced bald man with a broken arm, walked quickly.
It was Zheng Lang and others who had just been kicked out by Mao Cheng!
"Senior Brother Zheng Lang, Red Crystal Grass is a holy medicine for healing. It is said to have the effect of making flesh and bones of the living dead."
A disciple of the Tengjian Sect said excitedly to Zheng Lang: "Now, your left arm can be saved!"
"Um!"
Zheng Lang's pale face also showed a hint of joy at this moment.
His left arm was severed, almost causing serious damage to him; although he also had a healing elixir on his body, it could only stop the bleeding and heal the wound. Not to mention that the broken arm could be reborn, even if it was reattached, it would not work.
possible.
But now with these red crystal grasses, it's different.
Red crystal grass has a very strong healing effect, especially after it is refined into a blood-nurturing elixir, its healing ability is even more amazing; although it may not really be able to turn flesh and bones into a living dead; it is still possible to reattach his broken arm and heal it as before.
.
"Boy, these red crystal grasses belong to us. If you don't want to die, get out of here!"
When he thought of this, Zheng Lang didn't hesitate at all and shouted directly at Ye Wushuang.
Ye Wushuang raised his head slightly at this moment and glanced at Zheng Lang, who was holding a broken arm and his left shoulder was dripping with blood. He didn't bother to pay attention and continued to collect medicine.
"Are you so deaf? Didn't you hear what Senior Brother Zheng said?"
When a Tengjian Sect disciple saw this, he immediately stepped out, pointed his sword at Ye Wushuang, and shouted: "Get out of here, or I will kill you now!"
Ye Wushuang didn't even raise his head and uttered one word: "Get out!"
"What the hell did you say?"
Hearing this, Zheng Lang's suppressed anger was instantly ignited.
The black-striped blood lion was too fierce, and Mao Cheng was too powerful. He couldn't afford to offend either of them. Humiliating him was because of his own lack of strength, so he accepted defeat.
But now this mere sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy dares to despise him like this. It's simply intolerable!
"Come on, catch him alive, I will skin him, remove his bones, and torture him to death!"
Zheng Lang gritted his teeth at this moment and ordered sternly.
"yes!"
As soon as these words came out, the disciple of the Tengjian Sect who had pointed his sword at Ye Wushuang immediately took a step forward, and his strength in the late stage of the life-cultivation realm exploded, and his fists were violent, and he punched out directly.
Unexpectedly, these people would take action directly. Ye Wushuang, who was squatting on the ground, frowned and hurriedly had to fight with his fists.
Bang...
In an instant, the two fists opened upon contact, and there was a cracking sound in the disciple's right hand, and his whole arm was twisted. He was sweating profusely in pain and staggered back.
Ye Wushuang, on the other hand, kept moving, not moving at all, but his eyes became cold.
"Get out of here before I'm angry, and I'll spare your life!"
"Huh, I'm looking down on you kid, you have two brushes!"
Zheng Lang was not afraid of Ye Wushuang's threat at all, and said with a ferocious smile: "But, do you think that defeating a loser will make you truly invincible?"
From the fight just now, he has noticed that the strength of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in front of him is definitely not weaker than him, and he should also have the peak cultivation level of Life Cultivation Realm; among the new disciples taking part in the assessment this time, he is definitely worthy of it.
Outstanding.
But so what?
He is just a warrior at the peak of the life-cultivation realm. The remaining four people around him are all warriors at the late stage of the life-cultivation realm. Four against one, he can still shout "Come on!"
What's more, even though his arm was broken and his combat power was damaged, he could still exert 60 to 70% of his original strength. How could he still be unable to deal with a mere brat?
At this moment, Zheng Lang shook his head to the left and right, and said: "Come together, I will help you sweep the formation!"
"good!"
"superior!"
Hearing this, the other four Tengjian Sect disciples immediately laughed ferociously and rushed out together. The powerful aura of the late stage of Life Cultivation Realm spread out and killed Ye Wushuang directly.
"Seek death!"
Seeing this scene, Ye Wushuang shook his head and sighed, suddenly stood up, waved his arms, and moved his fists and palms at the same time.
"Tiger Roaring Dragon Roaring Fist!"
Whoa...
The right fist was thrown out, the roar of the tiger shook all directions, the momentum was fierce and violent, and there was a faint aura of king and domineering.
Taking the shot with the left palm, the dragon roared for nine days. The wind in the palm seemed ethereal, but it was swift and fierce, hiding murderous intent.
When the fists and palms came together, Ye Wushuang's whole aura suddenly changed, giving people the impression that the person standing in front of them at this moment was not a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old at all, but more like a white-haired man.
The martial arts master is performing skillful and perfect martial arts.
Bang bang bang...
In an instant, four figures swooped back, flew directly over Zheng Lang's head, hit a thick tree trunk dozens of meters away, and then rolled to the ground, bleeding from their orifices and motionless.
Four people, all dead!
"Tian, a warrior in the Tian Chong realm?"
Seeing this scene, Zheng Lang was stunned and froze on the spot.
To directly defeat four late-stage life-cultivation realm warriors with one punch and one palm, it is only possible to do so if you have reached at least the Tian Chong realm, and the mid-stage Tian Chong realm!
Could it be that this guy is a mid-level Tianchong realm warrior?
But, this is impossible!
Even among the most outstanding talents in the entire Cangyun Empire, none of them entered the Tianchong realm before weak crown.
The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in front of me, no matter how talented he is, can't possibly open up the Star Gate before he reaches adulthood, right?
Moreover, he is still a warrior in the middle stage of Tianchong realm?
This is simply outrageous!
"It's your turn!"
Ye Wushuang was smiling at the corner of his mouth and staring at Zheng Lang.
Bah...
As soon as these words came out, Zheng Lang suddenly shuddered. He let go of his right hand and his broken left arm fell directly to the ground. Then, his legs softened and he knelt down.
He killed four late-stage life-cultivation realm warriors with one move. Even in the Tianchong realm, he had at least mid-to-late stage strength. But he was only at the peak of the life-cultivation realm, and he didn't even have the ability to escape when he encountered them.
All I can do is kneel down and beg for mercy!
"Big...brother...I was wrong, I was wrong..."
Zheng Lang now had the heart to die, and tears kept rolling in his eyes.
He felt that on this day, he had been unlucky for eight lifetimes.
First he happily came to seize the treasure, but almost died at the mouth of a black-striped blood lion.
Then he met Mao Cheng and chased away the blood lion, and escaped death; but before he could be happy, his arm was cut off and he was driven away forcefully.
Now, as time goes by, I encountered the Red Crystal Grass. I thought there was hope for my left arm to recover, but then I met this weird boy again...
"There are so many red crystal grasses here. You said you need to pick them directly. Why do you have to provoke me?"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Wushuang stepped forward and punched Zheng Lang.
He didn't want to kill anyone, but some people wanted to die!
Seeing this scene, Zheng Lang's face suddenly became confused, and he hurriedly exclaimed: "No, don't kill me, I can tell you an opportunity, a big opportunity!"
"Opportunity? I don't need it!"
"It's about the Purple Spirit Fairy Liquid!"
call...
The fist carrying a powerful aura suddenly stopped three inches from Zheng Lang's head.
The sharp wind of the fist blew Zheng Lang's hair flying, and his body on the ground shook violently, almost falling to the ground.
"Purple Spirit Fairy Liquid?"
Ye Wushuang raised his eyebrows and asked curiously: "Is there any Purple Spirit Fairy Liquid here?"
He knew that there was Purple Spirit Fairy Liquid here, it was in the valley not far away; but hadn’t he already taken the Purple Spirit Fairy Liquid?
Is it possible that there is more than one spiritual spring containing purple spirit fairy liquid nearby?
"Yes, yes, yes..."
Seeing the fist stopped and Zheng Lang escaping from death again, he didn't dare to pause at all. He quickly explained: "It's dozens of miles over there, although it has been taken away by a guy named Ye Wushuang, but that
Ye Wushuang is still there!"
"That Ye Wushuang is just a warrior in the life-cultivation realm. With your strength, big brother, it will be absolutely easy to seize it..."
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang looked strange and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Is this guy asking him to rob himself?
"There's something you may not know yet..."
"What?"
"I am Ye Wushuang!"
"What?"
Zheng Lang was completely dumbfounded and looked at Ye Wushuang in disbelief: "You, are you that Ye Wushuang?"
"good!"
Ye Wushuang smiled faintly and said, "So, it's impossible for me to rob myself, right?"
After the words fell, the right fist that stopped was pushed forward again, about to punch out.
"etc!"
At the critical moment of life and death, Zheng Lang felt that his brain was reacting extremely quickly, and he shouted directly: "Lin Ruo'er, Lin Ruo'er is going to die!"
As soon as these words came out, Ye Wushuang's expression changed slightly. His fist that was almost touching Zheng Lang's forehead stopped abruptly. His eyes narrowed slightly and he stared at Zheng Lang closely. He asked word by word: "What did you say?"
"Those people protected by the black-striped blood lions should be your friends, right?"
Zheng Lang breathed a sigh of relief again, but did not dare to neglect, and quickly explained: "Just now, two Tianchong realm warriors drove away the black-striped blood lions, and they should have taken action on those people now!"
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang's expression changed slightly.
"Really, I just came over there..."
Seeing Ye Wushuang's change of color, Zheng Lang felt that he had grasped a glimmer of hope, and quickly said as if to prove: "Look, my left arm was beheaded by a guy in a black robe among the two Tianchong realm warriors.
Broken."
"Moreover, when I was leaving just now, I heard that person call out the name Lin Ruo'er..."
"Go away!"
Ye Wushuang interrupted Zheng Lang directly, but his expression turned gloomy.
As an old monster with tens of thousands of years of memory and an acquaintance with countless people, he was very sure that Zheng Lang was not lying.
And if what Zheng Lang said is true, it means that Liu Qingcheng and the others must be in great danger now!
After all, without the protection of the black-striped blood lion, Lin Ruoer and others alone are no match for the two Tian Chong realm warriors!
"No matter who you are, if you dare to hurt any of them, Qingcheng, I will make you regret coming to this world!"
Before he finished speaking, a strong murderous intent suddenly emerged from Ye Wu's eyes; he moved his feet and rushed away.