Chapter 377 You wait a moment, I'll think about it.
Yu Yizhi and Han Qing'er fought for more than half an hour, until Han Qing'er's spiritual energy was exhausted and she could no longer fight. Yu Yizhi used all his strength, injured her with a few palms, and tied her up with his own hands.
Solid.
Seeing Han Qing'er staring at him fiercely with extremely angry eyes, Ming Zhiyuan smiled lightly.
"Martial Lord, you don't have to be angry. Jiuyan Continent and Qingji Continent may not necessarily be mortal enemies. We can still discuss it."
Han Qing'er sighed, closed her eyes, and ignored Ming Zhiyuan who continued to talk in her ear.
Ming Zhiyuan talked for a long time, and when he saw that Han Qing'er just closed his eyes and ignored him, he didn't care. He smiled softly, stood up, and looked at the battlefield. The twins' spear-wielding brother Wu Zun had been attacked by Chen Tan and Yan Guan.
kill.
There are scattered Qingji warriors in the distance who are still resisting, but they can't make any waves. Several Jiuyan warriors have no opponents and stand outside several battle circles, watching the battle that is about to end.
The battlefield within a radius of several miles was filled with Qingji warriors lying on the ground. There were very few warriors from Jiuyan Continent and Tianyuan Continent.
Ming Zhiyuan ordered Chen Tan to lead people to clean up the battlefield and send the wounded out of Qingji Continent to the Chen family's main residence for treatment by the alchemist.
He also asked several other family heads to order some low-level warriors to bury the soldiers and warriors who died in the Qingji Continent, and then take back the bodies of the deceased on their side.
Next, they hid inside the temporary wall and waited for the next wave of Qingji warriors to arrive.
This time they didn't know that the treasury masters and palace lords of the two treasuries and thirteen mansions had brought all the warriors and soldiers from the entire Qingji Continent.
Ming Zhiyuan sat under the wall, opened the bandaged wound on his abdomen, and checked it. Fortunately, the wound was not deep. He applied the elixir externally and for internal use. At this time, he sutured the wound again, although it looked a bit miserable.
, but the wound will heal quickly.
Yu Yizhi handed Han Qing'er to a martial master of the Chen family and took him back to Jiuyan Continent to imprison him in the dungeon of the Chen family's main mansion.
He walked up to Ming Zhiyuan, saw his wound, and said with some fear in his heart: "Alchemist Zhiyuan, you can't go beyond two feet of me anymore. It's too dangerous today. That Qing Emperor is the first-level Martial Master.
You are only a middle-level Martial Emperor, so being able to defeat him is truly a huge fluke. Such a fluke is indispensable."
Ming Zhiyuan raised his head, looked at him and said, "Although the new Qing Emperor's realm is much higher than mine, he is too arrogant and conceited, and lacks experience in facing enemies. In other words, he is just a warrior who only knows how to practice and not know how to fight.
I have fought a few battles between life and death, and when I meet a pure cultivator like him, as long as I go all out and not be afraid of life and death, I think there is a high probability that I can win."
Yu Yizhi opened his mouth. Seeing how determined Ming Zhiyuan was, he didn't know how to continue persuading him. After a long while, he said: "In short, Master Zhiyuan can't stay too far away from me in the future."
Ming Zhiyuan nodded again, looked at the Nine Flame warriors sitting around and rested, and asked: "How many casualties do we have this time?"
Yu Yizhi looked into the distance and shouted loudly: "Master Duanmu, have you calculated our casualties over there?"
Not far away, the head of the Duanmu family came over, sat down on the ground, and said: "In this battle, we lost three Martial Lords, 19 Martial Emperors, nearly 40 Martial Gods, and a thousand other low-level warriors.
More than enough."
"What about those from Qingji Continent?"
"Eleven Martial Lords, fifty-six Martial Emperors, two to three hundred Martial Gods, and tens of thousands of low-level warriors and sergeants died in Qingji Continent."
After saying this, the head of the Duanmu family took a breath and said with some relief: "Compared to the casualties on both sides, we can be regarded as a great victory. Our injured warriors can be rescued, but the injured Qingji who ran away
I'm afraid the warrior can only survive for a while, or he will die."
Ming Zhiyuan nodded, but still felt that he didn't feel very good in his heart. In the past few wars, Jiuyan Continent and Tianyuan Continent had lost nearly ten Martial Lords and more than fifty Martial Emperors. There were such heavy casualties on his side.
In his opinion, this was not a big victory.
In the future, Tianyuan Continent and Jiuyan Continent will have to face nearly a hundred Martial Lords and thousands of Martial Emperors from Lingding Continent. The more losses they suffer now, the more difficult it will be to deal with them in the future.
He raised his head and sighed, and said: "Let's fight the few against the many and let the warriors from the Qingji Continent come one after another and eat them up again and again. There shouldn't be so many injuries."
The head of the Duanmu family frowned and said nothing, and Yu Yizhi didn't know what to say.
Judging from the casualty ratio between the two sides, Jiuyan Continent and Tianyuan Continent are indeed the victorious side. In today's Qingji Continent, based on the number of Martial Lords and Martial Emperors they know, there are only less than thirty-five Martial Lords and hundreds of Martial Lords.
A Martial Emperor.
The number of Martial Lords and Martial Emperors on their side now far exceeds that of Qingji Continent.
I don’t know why Master Zhiyuan still said that the damage on his side was too great?
Ming Zhiyuan's eyes were blank, and he was lost in thought. How can he preserve more of his own power?
Use poison? Using poison powder on the battlefield is an indiscriminate attack. Warriors on both sides will be poisoned. Besides, the battlefield is so big and there are so many people. Who knows which way the wind will blow? Moreover, there are not so many refinings.
Poison powder and antidote medicinal materials.
The head of the Duanmu family and Yu Yizhi saw him looking into the distance with his eyes distracted and confused. They knew he was thinking about something and did not disturb him. They just sat quietly and waited.
At this time, a Emperor Wu hurriedly came from the gap in the mountains at the rear. He looked around in the wall before seeing them. He hurriedly ran to Ming Zhiyuan again, holding a bookmark in his hand.
While shouting loudly: "Zhiyuan Alchemy Master, Zhiyuan Alchemy Master, Master Qinghai has a letter for you."
When he ran to Ming Zhiyuan and handed the bookmark in his hand to Ming Zhiyuan, Ming Zhiyuan came out of his thoughts in a trance, took the bookmark handed by Emperor Wu, opened it, and saw that it was Qing Hairang.
He searched the mountains on this side of Qingji Continent to see if there were any of the medicinal materials he had written on his bookmarks.
After reading it, he shook his head and said with a wry smile: "At this time, there is no time to find medicinal materials. Let him stay in the Chen family's main residence and treat the injured. Even if we want to find medicinal materials, we have to wait until we can get Qing Qing.
The polar continent has complete control over the future."
After hearing Ming Zhiyuan's words, Emperor Wu quickly nodded, turned around and ran back without stopping.
Ming Zhiyuan looked at the figure of Emperor Wu running back and thought of Qing Hai. He was probably very busy at this time.
Suddenly, something clicked in his mind, sparks and lightning flashed.
"Wait a minute, that Emperor Wu, wait a minute."
The Emperor Wu had already run far away. He didn't hear Ming Zhiyuan's shout for a while and kept running towards the gap in the mountain range.
The head of the Duanmu family got up and jumped after him, calling him back after a while, but Ming Zhiyuan looked at him blankly and murmured: "Wait a moment, I'll think about it again, I'll think about it again...