Kong Shiliu tried intermittently to use his cultivation to forcibly suppress the loss of vitality, and the results were obvious.
Mouthfuls of dull blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth. Not only did it fail to suppress it, but it accelerated the loss of life force, and her breath became weaker and weaker.
"You are about to die." Ye Baiyi suddenly said to Kong Shiliu again.
Yang Xingyan, who was silent on the side, was a little puzzled. Didn't Ye Baiyi say this just now?
Kong Shiliu's face became even paler. Even under the light of the fire, it was still difficult to cover up her pale face. If the mud deliberately smeared on her face was removed, she would be a sick beauty, but it is a pity that this beauty will die like this Fall.
"I know, so what can you do?" Even so, Kong Shiliu still tried his best to not be weaker than him in terms of momentum.
Ye Baiyi's eyes were calm and he remained silent.
Kong Shiliu closed his eyes and changed from sitting to lying down to relieve the acceleration of his injuries and the pain.
Look up at the starry sky with your eyes, taking in the stars all over your head.
The three of them were silent again.
Time passed slowly, and the injuries on Kong Shiliu's body gradually became unsuppressible and began to spread slowly, and the loss of vitality continued to accelerate.
Kong Shiliu slowly closed his eyes, as if waiting for death.
Yang Xingyan leaned next to Ye Baiyi and asked in a low voice: "Brother Ye, is this girl really going to die?"
Ye Baiyi nodded slowly.
Yang Xingyan turned his head and glanced at Kong Shiliu, a little hesitant and hesitant.
There was another moment of silence.
Kong Shiliu opened his eyes tiredly and said in a whisper: "The second condition is to save me."
Ye Baiyi smiled slightly, "Okay!"
The game between the two ends here.
Kong Shiliu underestimated Ye Baiyi's cruelty.
Ye Baiyi took out a pill, stood up and put it in Kong Shiliu's mouth, which had no energy left, and helped her swallow it. At the same time, he said: "I 'begged' for this pill from the Medicine King Valley to restore my life." Pill, this pill is extremely rare and can just cure your injuries."
Yang Xingyan deeply feels that Jianghu is dangerous. Are you two just waiting here?
One said he couldn't be saved, and the other said he knew.
As a result, one can save, and the other knows that the other can save.
Wait, it’s so messy.
Yang Xingyan fell into a brainstorm.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Yang Xingyan would never have believed that these two harmless-looking swordsmen and the girl from the mud alley had such evil intentions.
Wait, who was that person I hit last time?
Yang Xingyan suddenly had a bad feeling.
Thinking of this, Yang Xingyan looked to the northwest with a clear heart.
That night, someone looked up.
A streak of purple energy illuminated half of the sky.
Another academy descended from the sky, pressing on the purple air.
The sky was filled with stars, which were suppressed and dimmed.
Yang Xingyan was so angry that his unreliable master got into a fight with someone else? ! !
Who is so powerful?
Yang Xingyan suppressed the shock in his heart and asked Ye Baiyi, "Brother Ye, who is the person I beat today?"
Ye Baiyi looked away from the northwest and gave him a somewhat unfortunate look.
Yang Xingyan had a smile on his face.
"His name is Song Xingguo."
My heartfelt greetings to my old mother.
Song Xingguo was a scholar and a bit powerful.
I am afraid that only the named disciple of the saint from Ziyunyuan can match it.
So he taught Song Xingguo a lesson during the day, and the saint fought with his master at night?
It shouldn't be that coincidental.
What if he is not a saint?
The projected academy was cut down with a sword, and then a ruler came with incomparable sage energy.
Ziyunyuan and Desert City are separated by half a river and lake, so it's not that easy to get there.
But if that person is really a literary saint, he can reach it in one step with the help of the scholars from all over the world.
Then under this ruler, the sky gradually returned to black, the light of the stars once again shone on the earth, and the moonlight exuded a bright light, translucent as if it were clear.
Yang Xingyan felt cold all over, and the purple energy in the sword was faintly dissipating, which frightened him greatly.
When one is prosperous, both are prosperous; when one is lost, both are harmed.
The owner of this purple energy was injured, which indirectly caused the purple energy to collapse.
However, it only dispersed for a moment, and soon gathered together again, condensing without dissipating, as if it had condensed into a solid substance.
It looked the same as before. The only difference was that only he himself could sense it. This purple energy seemed to be missing something.
The ray of soul that the master left in this purple energy was taken back. Now this purple energy is just a trump card with an empty body and no will.
Have you tricked your master?
The master is so powerful, he is just a saint, and three more people are not enough for him to lift the hammer with one hand!
Therefore, Yang Xingyan made a decision that went against his ancestors and would not go back until he became a heavenly being.
Moreover, he couldn't go back even if he wanted to.
I don’t know who my master learned it from, so he’s a bit mixed.
"Brother Ye, you have hurt me!" Yang Xingyan said with an almost sad face.
Ye Baiyi looked puzzled and asked, "Don't talk nonsense. When have I ever harmed you?"
Yang Xing said: "If you had told me that that person was Song Xingguo, I wouldn't have beaten him. If you hadn't encouraged me, how could I be like this? I don't dare to go back even if I have a home."
Ye Baiyi immediately distanced himself and said: "Brother, don't talk nonsense. It was you who wanted to teach this scholar who did not keep his promise, and displaying your righteousness and ambition had nothing to do with me.
You said this yourself. "
Yang Xingyan said with a straight face: "But you clearly told me at that time that he was just an ordinary scholar."
Ye Baiyi asked: "Does he know martial arts?"
Yang Xingyan shook his head.
"Then does he know magic?"
Yang Xingyan still shook his head.
"Then do you feel that he has any traces of cultivation and a state of mind?"
Yang Xingyan still shook his head.
Ye Baiyi nodded and smiled: "You see, that's right. If you don't know martial arts, don't know magic, and have no realm, isn't this just an ordinary person who can read?"
Yang Xingyan nodded first, then stood up suddenly and said: "He doesn't know any of these, but he can use literary energy!"
This is a method unique to reading talents.
The saint of today can appear in the world as long as he has literary spirit, and can be reached in a single thought.
This kind of method is countless times stronger than those of heavenly beings.
Ye Baiyi lightly shrugged and said, "That's none of my business. He's not a monk anyway."
Yang Xingyan wished he could rush up and punch him twice. You and I would be heartbroken, and you would harm me in every possible way.
I, Gu, finally felt the dangers of Jianghu today.
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In a small town, an elderly man was followed by a thirteen-year-old child.
This child had an unusual origin, coming from the north.
The old man raised his eyes and took a closer look. He saw a red causal thread, thick and long, that he couldn't avoid.
The young man did not come here by himself, but was chased here by a monk with a very high level.
The monk wanted the child to be his disciple, but the child once said that he already had a master. Without the master's consent, he would never worship the master again.
I also know the old monk, he is a big evil cultivator in this area.
Accepting a disciple is false, wanting to use this child to increase one's own cultivation is true.
However, the old man also wanted to attract evil cultivators and eliminate harm for the people.
I don’t want to have another relationship with him and get involved in karma.
You hesitated for a long time before letting him follow her, keeping a certain distance and protecting him.
