The fifth floor? Wutian suddenly stopped. It may take many years to reach the fifth floor. Hey, I know it is not that easy, not to mention that it is just a method of making. So don’t you have to find a weapon refiner? That is equivalent to an alchemist. If you have to make batches, you don’t know how much it will cost. People may not be willing to take action! The method will also leak out. Wouldn’t you help others as a wedding dress? At this moment, he had to give up this idea.
Fan Qing secretly helped him write it down. With their talents, although the fifth level is not yet reached, it will not be out of reach. Moreover, with her five-series talent, refining weapons, etc., of course, it is not a problem. The teacher also refining medicine and weapon refining. He should have some guidance on what she left behind. It should be no problem to help him refine it at that time.
Looking at the points marked below, they felt very stressed in an instant, so they ran back to practice quickly. It is worthy of being a treasure pavilion. Everyone has a crush on something, but the premise of getting it is strength. They are lucky this time. They are bye tomorrow's game, which is equivalent to direct victory. They have this kind of treatment when they first appeared, which is quite a shady operation. However, no matter what others think, they will know whether it is a shady situation. Then, they should practice their own practice and make others jealous!
As soon as he returned to his room, Fan Qing smelled a strong smell of blood. The others did not respond and confirmed for a while again. It was true, but why could they not smell it? Otherwise, they would have come over long ago, narrowed their eyes, walked into the door vigilantly, and was a little scared by the scene inside.
Cang Ling was lying on her bed, her clothes were already torn, and blood was bent from the bed to the ground, with a disheveled face. Yao Zhi's face was gone, mud and sand on his face, and the broken clothes showed blood marks inside. The breath was very weak. Fan Qing looked at it and twitched inexplicably, followed by a severe pain, a little sour mood, and all kinds of things appeared inexplicably, just like the feelings that had existed since the ages, burst out suddenly, but it was a bit unlike her own feelings. Su, who shook away the random thoughts in her mind, walked to Cang Ling, patted him, "...Hey, Cang Ling... wake up... Cang Ling?"
After pushing for a while, there was no movement. Fan Qing held her breath, trembled, and moved her hand to the part of his heart.
"Pu, pu."
Although the beating was not very strong, at least he was still breathing a sigh of relief. At least he helped her a lot. He quickly took out the repair pill and took it for him to take it, nourish his body with spiritual power, and accelerated the effect of the pill.
Fan Qing's forehead was covered with sweat beads, his bangs were pressed against his forehead, and his face was a little pale. Where did his injuries come from? With his identity, although his cultivation is not the highest, no one dared to move such a force, after all, that is above the continent. Is it a dispute between the four major forces?
Seeing that Cang Ling's face looked much better, she stopped delivering spiritual power, took a breath, and touched her chest. Fortunately, Bingle was there, otherwise her strength would not withstand such consumption.
Cang Ling also opened her eyes slowly and shook her eyes. After seeing the scene in front of her clearly, he suddenly pulled Fan Qing into his arms, his voice full of gratitude, and said in a trembling voice, "It's okay... it's good that you're okay, it's good that you're okay..."