After Zha Gong awakens (fast travel)

Chapter 73

Originally, Qi Ran was preoccupied with severe pain for most of his mind, but he almost laughed angrily when he saw the system acting like a showman.

Just as he was about to say something, the spiritual power running in his body suddenly lost control for some reason, and the milky white medium absorbed into his body rushed through the meridians.

At this time, there seemed to be a cracking sound in my ear.

Qi Ran tensed up, and opened his eyes vigilantly, but saw that the sky in the secret realm had darkened at some point, and Xie Chen's figure flashed not far away, appearing in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and stepped back subconsciously, but his back was against the hard rock wall.

In just a moment, Xie Chen's hand was brought to his lips.

Qi Ran looked down.

On the man's open palm was a blood-red spirit grass.

He frowned, and his tone inadvertently showed a bit of coldness, "Your spiritual root is incompatible with Hongquan's attributes, eat this."

Qi Ran raised his eyes to look at him, moved his lips, and finally said nothing What, he lowered his head slightly and swallowed the spirit grass.

During the momentary spiritual power flow, the pain in the meridians quickly calmed down.

Xie Chen saw his frowning brows stretched out, and some blood color returned to his pale face, before he took a few steps back and explained: "Sorry, the basic mentality of Jianzong's cultivation is in the same line, and there is no such thing as spiritual root mutual restraint. I was negligent before and didn't consider this issue."

Qi Ran shook his head lightly, "I was also careless."

He brushed a few strands of hair hanging from his forehead behind his ears, "Sword Lord just took out What is that spiritual herb?"

Xie Chen looked at his movements, and paused for a moment, "It's the spirit grass associated with Hongquan, which can neutralize the fire attribute, and the outside world doesn't have it."

Qi Ran nodded clearly, and didn't ask any more.

In the silence, there is only the slight sound of spring water surging.

Perhaps it was due to the steam and hot flashes, Qi Ran's face was gradually stained with a trace of blush, and the faint blood color made his skin delicate and fair, his lips became more rosy, and those pair of excellent eyes were unusually wrapped in ice and snow The cold air, on the contrary, showed a bit of affection that belonged to peach blossom eyes.

Xie Chen stared blankly, and unconsciously tightened his hands under the black sleeves. When Qi Ran looked over inquiringly, he took the lead to look away, "I'm here to guard you." He paused

, The slightly hoarse voice returned to its usual deep voice, "in case there will be another accident."

Qi Ran didn't want to agree at first, but he also felt reasonable when he heard this, and it was hard to refuse, so he agreed.

Practice does not know the time, three days passed quickly.

Xie Chen really did as he said, sitting not far away and guarding him for three days, never leaving a single step.

Sometimes when Qi Ran came out of the state of cultivation for a short time, he could feel his gaze from behind.

It's just that when he looked over, the other party had already withdrawn his gaze, sitting quietly with his eyes closed, as if he didn't remember everything and never paid him a single glance.

After several times, Qi Ran got used to his gaze.

It is rare to say that a cultivator is always vigilant and is extremely sensitive to the prying eyes of others, but although Xie Chen cultivates the killing sword, he does not appear sharp in person, and he has seen the Kunwu sword once before. The whole body is pitch black, the brilliance is restrained, and the appearance of being put into the scabbard does not have the slightest hostility or killing intent.

Harmless enough to make it difficult for him to bring up repulsion and vigilance.

And that vaguely familiar face...

Qi Ran lowered her eyes, dispelling the thought of asking the system.

The

body absorbed almost all the milky white medium, and the dilapidated meridians were reshaped, and his cultivation naturally jumped to the peak of alchemy, only the accumulation of spiritual power could return to the Nascent Soul stage.

Having completed the purpose of this trip, the two of them did not plan to stay in Hongquan any longer, and when they were about to leave here, Qi Ran suddenly felt something rubbing against his calf.

He looked down.

It was a fluffy little white dumpling, biting the corner of his robe, whimpering and rubbing upwards.

As soon as he raised his hand, he took Bai Tuanzi into his hands, thinking that it looked familiar.

Xie Chen also recognized it, "It's that cub."

Qi Ran took a closer look, and found that it was indeed the poor little boy who was bullied by the little fat wolf that day, but it was probably cleaned up, and his gray fur turned snow-white , fluffy, with some flesh growing on the small face, and the milky milk is a bit cute.

Qi Ran asked thoughtfully: "I remember you said that it wasn't from the secret realm?"

Accompanied by the voice, the puppy whimpered happily and wanted to rub against his arms, but was thanked the moment before it succeeded. Chen grabbed the back of his neck and pulled it into the air.

He guessed what Qi Ran meant in an instant, "Do you want to take it out?"

The little pup found that he was getting farther and farther away from Qi Ran, and waved his paw anxiously, trying to move forward, and muttering aggrievedly in his throat.

Seeing it struggling pitifully, Qi Ran stretched out his hand to free it from Xie Chen's hand, "Yeah."

Leaving the cold-breathing control, the puppy turned its head up and gave a whimper to Qi Ran, happily towards him. drilled into his arms. Xie Chen coldly glanced at the pup with

unruly hands and feet, "Maybe it was his chance to stray into the secret realm, and it would be better for us not to intervene."

He froze and let out a low whimper.

Qi Ran patted its back reassuringly, looked up at Xie Chen, "It's still small, it's not suitable here." "

I can't see its blood and race, but it shouldn't be simple, we can send it to Monster tribe territory."

Hearing what he said, Xie Chen couldn't help but turn cold, "Your injury is still not healed, so you shouldn't travel far."

Qi Ran said quickly: "You can issue a sect task, walk not far from the teleportation array, build There are enough Jiqi disciples."

While stroking Bai Tuanzi's back, he sent a voice transmission to Xie Chen, "If it's really the blood of the great demon, maybe we can have more strength when facing Su Zhi."

Xie Chen was silent for a moment, his cold gaze He flung himself into Qi Ran's arms and stretched his limbs relaxedly, and nodded his head in agreement.

He picked up the pup with one hand, and before Qi Ran asked, he explained: "It also needs to have contact with me when it goes out." Qi Ran

nodded to show his understanding, and held his wrist without waiting for his reminder.

Xie Chen's expression softened almost imperceptibly.

He took out the token, and quickly typed a few spells. After a burst of spiritual light flashed, the figures of the two disappeared in place.

**

The puppy was finally escorted back to the Yaozu territory by the head disciple.

He didn't pay attention to the follow-up at all. As soon as he returned to Kunwu Peak, he retreated and attacked the Nascent Soul. Naturally, he didn't have time to pay attention to these trivial matters. Besides, the reason he gave to Xie Chen at the time was only one aspect. It's not a big deal to close your eyes and help the last time with a little effort.

And Xie Chen didn't have time to care about this puppy who was sent away and might never come back in his lifetime.

Qi Ran retreated, his spiritual consciousness shrouded the other party all the time, fearing that there would be an accident and the rescue would not be in time, so he never relaxed for a moment.

A few months later, when Qi Ran's cultivation was stabilized at the middle stage of Nascent Soul, the two took a short breath and both left the level.

In the past six months, Su Zhi seemed to have been unable to slow down, and almost never left the magic palace, except for the occasional small troubles of the evil cultivators under his command, nothing happened.

But Qi Ran was well aware of the reason, and never relaxed a bit.

This afternoon, the snow clouds were thick.

It was not long after noon, and the sky was as dark as dusk.

In the courtyard, Qi Ran and Xie Chen fought again.

This is not the first time they have fought against each other. Recently, his cultivation base has improved very rapidly, and he needs to be suppressed a little to prevent his foundation from being unstable. He just took advantage of this opportunity to practice against Xie Chen a few times.

Xie Chen suppressed his cultivation to the same level as him, and both of them won and lost, but the opponent never moved "Kun Wu".

Everyone knows that if a sword repairer does not use his natal sword, half of his peak combat power will be lost, let alone the world-famous "Kunwu Sword".

So Qi Ran failed to persuade him several times, and suddenly made a feint, and pulled out the Kunwu Sword from the black scabbard that was resting on the table behind Xie Chen.

There was a clanging sound of the sword.

Amidst the burst of spiritual energy, a sorrowful sword intent roared with endless blood.

The killing spirit is hard to compete.

Qi Ran raised his sword subconsciously to resist, but only heard a "ding", and the long sword overflowing with aura in his hand hummed mournfully and broke into two pieces.

But "Kunwu" got a good blow and was about to move forward when he saw Xie Chen turned sideways suddenly, holding the sword with his bare hands.

The sharp blade does not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, and deeply cuts the flesh.

Blood dripped down the lines on the palm.

There was a dark mark on the ground.

Xie Chen did not know when his brows were tightened, his eyes sulked, and his expression was somber that he completely suppressed the momentum after the blow, and silently inserted the sword back into the scabbard.

Qi Ran looked at this turn of events with a rare look of astonishment in his brows and eyes.

Xie Chen raised his head and saw his appearance, he was not willing to be harsh, he softened his expression helplessly, and explained with a sigh: "It's not for nothing that I don't use Kunwu." "You are hundreds of years older than me, maybe

not I've heard the legend about the Kunwu sword."

Hearing this, Qi Ran had a faint premonition.

Xie Chen paused, and continued: "Every time you draw out your sheath, you will drink blood and return."

He put the Kunwu sword away, "If there is no enemy, my blood can calm it down."

Qi Ran lowered his eyelashes "Sorry."

Xie Chen shook his head indifferently, "I don't blame you, I should have made it clear to you earlier."

Qi Ran pursed her lips, feeling a little ashamed in her heart.

He looked at Xie Chen's bleeding left hand with concern, and took out a porcelain white elixir bottle, "I still have healing elixir here, you crush it and apply it." "No trouble," Xie Chen didn't take it

. , "'Kunwu' is a fairy weapon, and the wound has the power of law, and we can only wait for it to recover on

its own." He said it easily, as if he was not the one who was bleeding profusely.

But the calmer his voice became, the more guilty Qi Ran became.

He couldn't just do nothing about the disaster he accidentally caused, just watching Xie Chen who was bearing the consequences for him bleed, "I have to try, I'll see for you." Xie Chen wanted to push back again,

but Seeing that Qi Ran's face turned cold, he had no choice but to let him.

Qi Ran, who was focused on the wound, didn't notice that the distance between the two was unknowingly too close.

He lowered his head, and the blue spiritual power from his fingertips penetrated into the wound little by little, tentatively intertwined with the obscure gray aura, and then, taking advantage of it by surprise, released the power of law to freeze it suddenly.

It was not easy for Ziran to forcefully use the power of law in the Nascent Soul stage, even if it was just a little bit, it made the original light breathing sound a little bit worse.

Waves of warm breath hit Xie Chen's arm, making his mind restless, and he didn't notice Qi Ran's movements.

He clenched his right hand hidden in his sleeve, and at some point his lips curved slightly, his eyes softened inch by inch, and he watched Qiran calmly.

After a few breaths, the bleeding from the wound was stopped.

The flesh on the palm turned outward, which looked a bit hideous, but the situation was much better than before.

Qi Ran slowly withdrew that trace of law power, and when he stood up, his body couldn't help shaking.

Xie Chen hurriedly supported him, and only then noticed that most of his wounds had healed. Looking at the fine sweat on Qi Ran's forehead, he immediately understood, "Why did you use the law?" Qi Ran's face turned pale, but he rarely

smiled After a while, "The mistake I made, of course I have to make up for it."

"It's just nonsense." Xie Chen's voice sank.

When he wasn't smiling, he had an aura of calmness and prestige, "It's okay if I get hurt a little bit, you're already hurt, you can't lose your body easily, you know that?" Qi Ran coughed twice, but there was something in his

eyes The unique arrogance of a cultivator who transforms the spirit, "A little injury is nothing."

Xie Chen was angry and anxious, but he couldn't speak harshly to him, so he could only pour out two elixir to replenish the essence and feed it to others. , "It's not worth your injury."

He seemed to be thinking of something, and sighed again, "No one is worth it."

The author has something to say:

Maybe everyone remembers (?) what I said in the first chapter of this world, So Jianjun cherishes this sweet (?) time...

It shouldn't be so unstable in the future, just... I accidentally overdid the holiday, I'm sorry big Karma/bow

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thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket: Ash Powder 2 pieces;

thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 ash powder;

thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 depression and ash powder;

thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Ziqin;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!