"What did you say?" "No, nothing..." "How is your injury..." Jiang Zheng realized something halfway through his words and immediately shut his mouth. It's over! Why am I bringing up something that is not relevant?! So he quickly explained: "I'm sorry, you...that was poisoned, I...that..." "You don't have to tell me, I know everything, thank you" Lan Xinyue was so embarrassed that her cheeks were burning and she almost fainted. She naturally knew what Jiang Zheng was going to explain. "No, it's okay. I can't just stand by and watch someone die," Jiang Zheng responded awkwardly and breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't expect Lan Xinyue to be so considerate. Although he was helping the other person heal his wounds, she was a girl after all, so it was normal for her to be angry. He is somewhat taking advantage of someone's misfortune, which is not what a gentleman would do.
But I didn't expect that the other party would forgive me so easily. "If you hadn't saved me, I would have died long ago. I owe you my life..." Lan Xinyue lowered her head and fiddled with her hands, not daring to raise her head. "You don't have to think like that. Didn't you say you would take care of me before the hunt? Besides, you and Mu Xi are friends, so it's my duty to save you. If Mu Xi knew, he would definitely want me to save you." Jiang Zheng said in a serious tone, "So don't think you owe me anything." "Do you know Senior Sister Lin?!" Lan Xinyue suddenly raised her head. "Yes, I grew up with her," Jiang Zheng said casually without hiding anything. "So you saved me because of Senior Sister Lin?" She stared into Jiang Zheng's eyes. "Yes," he said as a matter of course. Hearing this, Lan Xinyue's beautiful eyes dimmed. "But, not entirely," he changed the subject. Lan Xinyue's beautiful eyes lit up again and she smiled. "real?!" "Yeah," Jiang Zheng nodded. The reason why he did not stand idly by this time was, firstly, he disliked those two monks, and secondly, Lan Xinyue had said before the hunt that she would take care of him. Seeing the other person in trouble, how could he not save him? After receiving a positive answer, Lan Xinyue couldn't help but feel secretly delighted. Humph, I knew it! I'm so beautiful, how could you bear not to save me? !
"What was that thing you just refined? Can you show it to me?" She blinked her eyelashes, her beautiful eyes full of curiosity. "Blood Demon Banner," Jiang Zheng replied, took off the blood banner and enlarged it, then handed it to Lan Xinyue, "Here!" "What is this thing? It feels so cold, but I can feel that it is very powerful!" She took the Blood Demon Banner, and the cold aura she felt in her hand made her body tremble. "This is something I refined using the bloody energy from this battlefield. It's a low-grade spiritual treasure." Jiang Zheng looked at the Blood Demon in Lan Xinyue's hand and couldn't help feeling a little dazed. All along, he wanted to be a gentleman with a sword, but in the end he held the magic banner. Killed people and stole money. Although those who were killed were those who deserved to be killed, and those who were stolen were property that had no owner. If you can kill, you can kill; if you can steal, you can steal. Now it seems that not everything in this world will go as planned and as desired. Jiang Zheng seemed to gradually understand why the veteran Kong Qing always said, "This is the cultivation of immortals." Now it seems that this is the cultivation of immortality! Fighting is inevitable, only you can live if I die. Tao is not what he thinks it is, and immortality is not what he thinks it is. "Low-grade spiritual treasure?!" Lan Xinyue's eyes widened. She didn't expect that the banner in her hand was actually a low-grade spiritual treasure. "I know that our sect has a low-grade spiritual treasure, the Lingxi Map. That is the sect's most precious treasure. I didn't expect that you could actually refine a low-grade spiritual treasure yourself?!" "Really?" Jiang Zheng was slightly shocked. He knew that spiritual treasures were precious, but he didn't expect them to be so precious. There was only one in the entire Lingxi Sect, and it was the sect's treasure. "You're so awesome!" Lan Xinyue returned the magic flag to Jiang Zheng with a look of admiration. "Ah..." Jiang Zheng was not happy about her praise, but sighed instead. There were two corpses lying beside him. Thinking of this, he waved his hand and the two corpses were carried out of the cave by the spiritual energy. "You are seriously injured. Although you have taken medicine, it is better for you to rest more," Jiang Zheng said casually. "No, your medicine is very effective. My injury is almost healed." Her cheeks flushed again. "All right" "Can you please talk to me?" "All right" "You just know how to say 'ok, ok', like a piece of wood...haha", she first imitated Jiang Zheng's tone, then covered her mouth and chuckled. "Uh..." Jiang Zheng scratched his head awkwardly.
The two chatted intermittently, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. However, Lan Xinyue talked a lot, and her words were quirky and very innocent. Whenever talking about Lin Muxi, Lan Xinyue's face would dim a little, but how could Jiang Zheng detect what the girl was thinking? He was originally a man of few words, but when he talked about Lin Muxi, he started to talk nonstop. Lan Xinyue pouted, looking unhappy. "How many days of hunting are we now?" Jiang Zheng suddenly asked. "The third day, the dawn will be the fourth day," she said, counting on her fingers. "Yeah," Jiang Zheng nodded. "By the way, you have been busy breaking through these days, right? Let me tell you about the situation outside." Then, Lan Xinyue started talking about the situation outside. She spoke in great detail, and after listening Jiang Zheng had a general understanding of the situation outside. A total of three sects participated in this hunting conference. In addition to the Lingxi Sect, there is also the Honghe Sect. Their disciples usually wear red robes, the same kind that Jiang Zheng is wearing. There is also the Qihuang Sect, whose disciples wear yellow robes, and the three sects are easy to distinguish from each other. The strength difference between the three sects is not very big, and each is led by an elder. The elders’ cultivation is much higher than that of the disciples. They are at least in the late stage of foundation building, and some have even reached great perfection. Those disciples were all at the top of their respective sects, with at least the ninth level of Qi Refining, and many had already broken through to the initial stage of Foundation Establishment. At the beginning, disciples from the three sects killed anyone they saw for a spot and scrambled for the tokens frantically. Even disciples from the same sect would kill each other in a blood-thirsty manner. But suddenly a young man appeared. He was wearing a mask, was extremely mysterious, and killed anyone he saw! He was extremely powerful. After killing two Qihuang sect disciples in a row, the Qihuang sect elders became furious and summoned many Qihuang sect disciples to encircle and suppress him. The enemy was so fierce that the remaining two disciples were scared and hid far away. But the young man not only did not avoid, but seemed to be waiting for it. The two sides collided with each other and fought blood-thirsty. The other disciples watched from across the mountain and did not dare to get close, but until the sky darkened, there was no movement in the depths of the ancient forest. No one came out, and everyone guessed that the young man must have been strangled. A foundation-building cultivator bravely went forward to find out what had happened. Not long after, it ran out from the depths of the ancient forest like crazy, as if it had seen something terrifying and was so frightened that it shouted: “Dead, all dead! That man is a devil!! Run, run! Or we will all die!" Everyone hurriedly grabbed the foundation-building cultivator and asked him about it. The cultivator paused for a long time, recalling the past with lingering fear. In the dim ancient forest, there were corpses everywhere!
Everyone is dead, even the elders are dead! The ground was covered with minced meat and broken limbs soaked in blood. A demonic figure was sitting on a corpse, with black mist all over his body and a murderous intent that was extremely terrifying! He just took a glance, and the other party seemed to have discovered him. He turned his head suddenly, and under the hideous mask, his pupils were as deep and bottomless as black holes. Contains shocking murderous intent! Just by taking a glance, he felt as if he had fallen into a sea of blood and corpses, with a mountain of blades hanging upside down above his head! He was so scared that he ran away in panic. Upon hearing this, some people were so frightened that they no longer cared about tokens or quotas. After the news spread throughout the Bloody Battlefield, everyone hid themselves, fearing that they would run into that terrifying young man. The name of the mysterious boy spread, and everyone called him the God of Killing! "According to this statement, the mysterious young man is indeed terrifying and should not be a disciple of any of the three sects..." Jiang Zheng touched his chin. "Yes, no one recognizes him. The God of Death wears a mask, and no one recognizes his aura. He is cruel, bloodthirsty, and terrifying!" Lan Xinyue said this in a stern voice and very vividly, almost making a face. "Is it that scary?" Jiang Zheng glanced at her and found it inexplicably funny. "What! Are you making fun of me?!" Lan Xinyue pouted and took a bite of the rabbit leg viciously, her mouth full of oil. "Haha, no, no," Jiang Zheng smiled awkwardly and waved his hands repeatedly. "Humph, that's more like it!" She raised her chin proudly and tried to suppress her smile. "You should rest soon. It's almost dawn. I need to be out for a while. You just stay here and recuperate," Jiang Zheng urged again. "You want to go out? No, no! It will be dangerous if you meet that killer god!" Lan Xinyue looked worried. "I won't sleep. I'll stay here and watch you. Don't let you go out!" "Ah?" Jiang Zheng touched his head, not knowing what to do. Although he was also quite afraid of the God of Death, he had his reasons for going out for a walk.