"ah--"
The woman screamed, and like a sandbag that was knocked away, it hit the stone wall on the side of the corridor, rolled several times in a row, and landed on the ground seven or eight feet away.
His body twitched a few times and then stopped moving.
Yang Zhen pulled out the sharp sword inserted in her left shoulder, and a large amount of green spiritual energy poured in to repair the new wound.
After a few breaths, the blood stopped flowing out. He asked Yiyi to help him temporarily stop several other bleeding spots, and then turned his attention to the woman in the distance.
Qin Zhu was still lying on the ground, motionless.
"No way?" Yang Zhen was suspicious: "You are a foundation-building monk, are you so inexperienced?"
The force of his blow just now was just grazing the edge of the foundation, so it was good to be able to injure the opponent.
He slowly walked towards Qin Zhu, his whole body on guard to prevent the woman from making an attack.
When he came closer, he saw her opening her mouth feebly, her empty eyes staring blankly at the ceiling of the cave, her face seemed a little whiter, and there was no trace of life in it.
"Brother, this bad sister is dying." Yiyi reminded.
ah? Yang Zhen was shocked and hurriedly squatted down and grabbed one of the other party's hands.
The breath is weak, like a candle in the wind, it seems that it will be extinguished at any time.
He immediately sent a stream of zhenqi over.
You can't die like this. A living one is worth two hundred thousand!
As the true energy entered his body, Qin Zhu also regained a trace of vitality, and his eyes that were lost were regained their vitality.
She turned her head with difficulty and looked at the young man in front of her. Yang Zhen looked at her silently.
There was no harshness or resentment in this woman's eyes, and her eyes were as calm as water, with a sense of relief from seeing everything in vain.
She is completely different from the woman who was fighting life and death just now.
"I'm going to die." The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, forcing out a smile that was uglier than crying.
Yang Zhen was silent. The opponent's heart has been cut off. Not to mention this kind of injury, not even his current clothes can do anything about it.
The healing techniques in the Foundation Establishment Stage can only deal with broken bones, and it is not until the Purple Mansion Stage that such wounds on the meridians can be repaired. At the golden elixir stage, one can even regenerate a broken limb.
In other words, as long as he stops delivering Qi, this woman will die at any time.
"How could this happen?" Yang Zhen smiled bitterly: "The punch I just made is far worse than a real foundation-building monk."
"It's me," Qin Zhu said flatly, as if she was not talking about herself:
"The reason for my technique. In order to stop you from setting up the formation, I forcibly stopped it. Although my cultivation level has reached foundation building, my physical body is still just practicing Qi. It is even worse than -"
Yang Zhen remained silent. It's not that I feel guilty, it's just that I feel pity when I see someone dying.
"What kind of technique are you doing?" he asked curiously.
"Jade-growing Tongming Jue. I have it in my storage bag. Anyway, if I don't tell you, you will look at it." Qin Zhu laughed at himself.
Yang Zhen was not polite, untied the storage bag at her waist and opened it on the spot.
Spirit stones, women's clothing, flying swords, shields, a large stack of talismans...
There are also formation-breaking disks, blue octopus swords, and Lan Caifang’s identity token.
"What is this?" He pointed to what looked like a washbasin.
"Purple Copper," Qin Zhu explained: "It is said to be made from the fragments of a magic weapon. It can block the spiritual consciousness and sonic attacks from people below the Zi Mansion."…
"Good stuff." Yang Zhen praised it and threw it into her storage bag unceremoniously.
There were also a few jade slips. He picked one up casually and poured his consciousness into it. He saw that inside was a simple book with five large characters written on the cover:
[Jade Planting Tongming Jue]
"This technique allows you to practice Qi and build foundation at one time?" Yang Zhen asked casually. He didn't have time to study it now.
"Well," Qin Zhu said: "This technique can compress and store part of your cultivation, just like a seed, allowing you to drop directly. When needed, you can swallow this seed and restore your cultivation. for."
"Is there no future trouble?" Yang Zhen thought of her previous performance and questioned.
"Of course." Qin Zhu laughed at himself: "Every time I repeat it, I will drop one level. My initial cultivation level was actually in the late stage of foundation building."
"Ah!" Yang Zhen suddenly realized, no wonder she was in the middle stage of foundation building in the secret realm, but this time she was only in the early stage of foundation building.
Otherwise, it’s hard to say who will win.
"And it should be run at most three times a year, otherwise the foundation will be damaged and it will be difficult to make progress throughout your life."
This year, she has gone from the late stage of foundation building to Qi training, and then from Qi training to the middle stage of Foundation building and back to Qi training again, which has been done three times. Today is the fourth time.
No wonder she was so resentful at the time.
"Such a technique is very similar to what the evil sect does." Yang Zhen commented.
"Hey, you are really ignorant," Qin Zhu said bitterly: "If the skills are also divided into four levels: heaven, earth, black and yellow, this is at least a low-level heaven-level skill. If you can practice to the point where you can become a spirit in the Yuan Ying. Got it. This technique can allow you to return to Qi training, which is very helpful for experiencing the world of mortals and tempering your state of mind."
"However," she sneered: "This jade slip can only be refined to the Zifu. If you want to refine it higher in the future, please beg my parents and princess! Haha!"
This smile affected the injury, causing her to cough several times, and she almost couldn't catch her breath. The panicked Yang Zhen injected several zhenqi in succession, and then she was barely stable.
Seeing her dying look, Yang Zhen gave up the idea of retorting.
After flipping through the storage bag to the end, he finally found the long sword.
The sword was packed in a long square box, and it was exactly the one Yang Zhen wore when he first met her.
However, the blue silk bundle that was once tied to it, and the big dove egg orb connected to the silk bundle, were gone.
"Where is the orb?" Yang Zhen took out the sword and placed it in front of Qin Zhu and asked.
He already knew from Zhao Yue'er's mouth that the Wood Spirit Pearl was hidden inside the orb.
Qin Zhu looked at him calmly, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.
"Mr. Yang," she suddenly asked, "how did you find this place?"
"Didn't you guess it just now?" Yang Zhen pretended to be confused.
"I was scared by you at the time," Qin Zhu replied, "I figured it out later. He couldn't possibly betray me. It wouldn't do him any good."
"Okay," Yang Zhen didn't want to continue lying to a dying person, and confessed, "I have special tracking techniques, and I found it all the way here."
Qin Zhu's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at him in disbelief.
"I don't need to lie to you." Yang Zhen added.
The light in Qin Zhu's eyes gradually dimmed, and he sighed: "You have such ability, it's not an injustice if I lose to you."
"Where is the orb?" Yang Zhen returned to the previous topic: "Was it taken away by your accomplice?"
Qin Zhu showed a hint of pride in his eyes and hummed softly.
"When was it taken away?" Yang Zhen asked unwillingly.
Qin Zhu looked at him like an idiot.
"Okay, pretend I didn't ask."
The conversation between the two has always been relatively friendly, and it is impossible to tell that they were still fighting for life and death just a quarter of an hour ago.
In addition, this woman's life was hanging by a thread, and Yang Zhen couldn't bear to use any means to press her. If she didn't want to tell her, she wouldn't tell her.
"What does your princess want with this wooden spirit bead?" He changed the subject and continued to ask. .
