Starting Liver Proficiency from Alchemy

Chapter 83

He stepped forward and took a look at the charred black corpse. The deadly wound on the corpse was not the thunderbolt talisman, but the magic talisman that split it to pieces, paralyzed his whole body, and temporarily lost the ability to defend.

The physical body is strong, and he is most afraid of thunder attribute spells.

The Lingxu Finger followed closely, took advantage of its wide open defenses, and submerged it. This was the direct cause of death.

Han Yi was glad that he was so cautious that he was able to kill the strongest man he had encountered so far.

He picked up the long halberd that had been thrown tens of meters away, and put it back into the storage bag. The material of the long halberd was special, and it was blown away at the very beginning, without being broken or damaged. Surface, as always.

Then, Han Yi squatted down and picked up the storage bag of the strong young man from the charred body.

Then, out of habit, I searched around the corpse again, and found a bag that was smaller than ordinary storage bags.

Han Yi picked it up.

The bag is black, but the size of a palm, and the material is like gold but not gold, so light that it is almost weightless. Even if it is placed in the palm of your hand, you can hardly notice its existence except for the soft and gentle touch.

Han Yi identified it for a while, but didn't recognize what it was, so he was about to throw it into the storage bag, but he was stunned the next moment.

The black bag in his palm remained motionless.

Can't accept it?
He thought he had made a mistake just now, and couldn't help but sweep over it with his divine sense, wanting to put it in the storage bag again.

This time, Han Yi felt more clearly that the black bag in front of him did not resist the storage of the storage bag, but that the storage bag could not accommodate the bag. .

So far, he hasn't come across anything that doesn't fit in a storage bag.

Thinking of some of the common sense of cultivating immortals that he had heard, Han Yi's face suddenly became overjoyed.

"This, this shouldn't be a Qiankun bag, right?"

However, this is not the time to explore, Han Yi put it close to his body, and then confirmed that there was nothing of value in the surrounding area of ​​more than ten meters except for the charred corpse, so he turned around and ran towards the periphery .

Two quarters later.

A young man in a blood-colored robe appeared in front of the scorched corpse. He bent down, recognized the identity of the corpse, stood up abruptly, and let out an exclamation.

"It's senior brother Liao Yan."

"Brother Liao was actually killed? This, this...how is it possible??"

"That sword fairy is only at the seventh level of qi training, how could he kill senior brother Liao?"

The young man's face suddenly changed drastically.

"No, damn it, Senior Brother Liao is Senior Uncle Qi's disciple, and he has a very special status, so it's troublesome to die here."

"In addition, he has the universe bag given by Uncle An on his body. The things in the bag are more important than this mission."

"I have to tell Senior Brother Han immediately."

This young man was the monk who had acted together with Han Xuxiao, son of the blood god of the blood god sect.

It's just that the division of labor is different. Han Xuxiao is in charge of staring at the tiger demon, pushing all the way, destroying the disciples of the Xuandan sect who are with him, while Liao Yan is responsible for collecting the precious spiritual plants that were originally guarded by the demon tiger.

Earlier, the young man told Liao Yan that they had met a sword fairy, and Liao Yan showed great interest.

Sword Immortal, kill first.

As for physical cultivation, one is on the road of immortality of the physical body, so one can't help being excited when meeting a sword fairy.

The young monk left in a flash. He needed to tell Han Xuxiao what happened here. This matter was too big. If he really lost the Qiankun bag, Uncle An would be angry and they would be drowned.

……

After a stick of incense, two blood-colored robed monks suddenly appeared in front of the scorched corpse. One of them was the young man who had appeared here before, and the other was Han Xuxiao, son of the blood god of the Blood God Sect.

Han Xuxiao's face was no longer calm, but there was a hint of murderous intent in his solemnity. He bent down and checked.

"It's Liao Yan."

"The one who killed him was not the sword fairy, but someone else."

Han Xuxiao's fingers, glowing with blood, lightly pressed on the scorched corpse, and then pulled up, and a red and black aura was pulled out from the corpse by him.

With a pinch of the fingers, the ray of breath is pinched between the two fingers.

"This breath is a bit familiar..."

Han Xuxiao frowned, and then relaxed.

"Understood, it was the disciple of the Xuandan Sect who killed Shi Heng."

"To be able to kill Liao Yan, it seems that this disciple is not easy."

"You continue to organize and kill other disciples of the Xuandanzong. I will go and get back the Qiankun bag. By the way, I will kill this disciple of the Xuandanzong."

Han Xuxiao spoke lightly, and a hint of excitement appeared on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, he pinched a spell, which landed on the wisp of breath at his fingertips.

Soul chasing.

The black and red aura floated up slightly, then popped out suddenly, turned into a sharp arrow, and shot towards a certain direction.

Han Xuxiao's body disappeared in place, and when it reappeared, it was already a hundred meters away. The blurry figure flickered and disappeared again. This time, even the shadow could not be seen clearly.

The young man standing there also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Han makes a move, as long as it is not the top ten of Xuan Danzong, they will definitely be caught."

"In this way, recovering the Qiankun bag can also save Uncle An from being held accountable, otherwise..."

The young man thought of the sect's speculation about Liao Yan's identity, as well as the methods of Uncle Qi and Uncle An, his body trembled, and he couldn't help shivering.

……

the other side.

After Han Yi left, he didn't look for Chu Jinmo, but went straight to the outside of the mountains, because only [-]% of the mana in his body was left. After performing light body, his speed was slower than before, but it was still comparable to ordinary training. Qi eight layer monk.

Next.

There were no accidents along the way.

When he stepped out of the mountain forest and saw three immortal warships hundreds of meters away, hovering on the ground, and on the immortal ships, there were already many inner disciples standing or sitting cross-legged, Han Yi finally felt relieved tone.

"It's finally back."

Han Yi glanced around and saw He Fengdi, Chu Jinmo, and Shen Ru, the seven members of the previous group, gathered together.

Sudden.

A terrifying aura approached quickly behind him, Han Yi didn't even think about it, he didn't turn around, he rushed out quickly, swiped, and stepped onto the fairy ship.

the same moment.

Sitting cross-legged on the fairy ship, a middle-aged man in a black robe stood up angrily,

"Hmph, Blood God Sect, looking for death!!"

The middle-aged man in Xuanpao was carrying a long knife on his back. When he drew out the knife and slashed it, a huge light of the knife appeared in front of the fairy ship. black fireworks.

brush! !

The light of the knife is pushed out horizontally.

Coming quickly from the mountain forest, exuding terrifying power, was a Blood God Sect monk wearing a blood-colored robe. Han Yi, who jumped on the fairy ship, flashed a killing intent.

This person is obviously Han Xuxiao who came after him.

However, he never expected that Han Yi would run straight out of the mountains without stopping all the way. Even if he used the soul-chasing technique as a lure to catch up at full speed, he was still one step short.

It's a pity that I can't kill you this time, the thought flashed through his mind.

But next time, you will never survive. He has recorded Han Yi's aura and appearance, and he will kill him next time he meets you.

then.

Only then did he shift his gaze to the huge saber light pressing across the air.

I saw the excitement in his eyes suddenly soared, and with two fingers together, the bloody long sword on his back suddenly flew into the air and greeted him.

boom! !

There was a terrifying roar, explosions in the air, tremors in the mountains and forests, and the immortal ship's self-defense formation flashed with spiritual fluctuations.

Before the shock dissipated, the blood sword flew back, and Han Xuxiao retreated calmly.

The cultivator in the black robe who slashed out with a knife, his eyes were full of light, and he rushed out.

"Flame Blood Sword?"

"Han needs to know?"

"Hmph, since you sent me to your door today looking for death, then stay here."

The monk in the black robe disappeared into the air with a sound of 'shua', and when he reappeared, he was already at the position where Han Xuxiao was standing just now, and he took another step forward, his figure dissipated, and he was already chasing after him.

On the fairy ship, everyone was horrified.

Among them, Han Yi, who had just boarded the fairy ship and had not had time to take a breath, was even more terrified in his heart, with the consciousness of escaping from death.

"This man came after me."

"Can actually block the blow of the Foundation Establishment Stage, who is this person?"

"Fortunately, I was one step ahead of him."

These two thoughts emerged one after another. At this moment, the middle-aged man in the Foundation Establishment period who was sitting in front of the fairy ship was already flickering, and he chased after him, but disappeared in an instant.

Of course, on the fairy ship, there is not only one foundation-building monk accompanying the team, so everyone is not worried about this.

but.

Before the psychic storm of saber light and sword energy colliding in front of the fairy ship hadn't stopped, a disciple suddenly stood up and exclaimed, "It's Han Xuxiao."

This disciple's face was ugly, and Han Yi could recognize him. This person was a peak monk at the ninth level of qi training, and he was once ranked more than 20 in the Inner Peak Grand Competition.

It can make him look ugly, and even knowing his name, this member of the Blood God Sect is by no means an ordinary person.

On the fairy ship, low-pitched discussions sounded among the disciples who gathered in twos and threes. Han Yi calmed down the horror in his heart, and then walked towards Chu Jinmo who came up to meet him.

"Junior Brother Han, thank you for saving me."

Chu Jinmo cupped his hands in thanks. Although his face was still pale, he seemed to be in good health. The silver long sword he was carrying on his back had returned to calm, like an ordinary magic weapon, without any signs of magic.

Han Yi smiled: "Senior Sister Chu doesn't need to be so polite."

With a solemn expression, Chu Jinmo cupped his hands and said, "This is a life-saving grace. Brother Han doesn't need to care about it, but I need to remember it in my heart."

Han Yi cupped his hands: "Senior Sister Chu is serious. If I was in danger, I think Senior Sister Chu would not stand idly by."

Chu Jinmo nodded solemnly: "If Junior Brother Han is in trouble, I will give up my life to save him."

Han Yi smiled sassyly, Chu Jinmo is really a man of temperament.

Both parties are clear that this is not the relationship between men and women, but the friendship of the same family.

Afterwards, Chu Jinmo took Han Yi to a dozen meters away. He Fengdi and Shen Ru, who were sitting cross-legged and adjusting their breath, met and nodded in greeting.

"Junior Brother Han, you are very lucky. If you are a step behind and Han Xuxiao catches up with you, you will definitely die."

He Fengdi stared at Han Yi and said thoughtfully.

"Senior Brother He, do you know him too?" Han Yi asked suspiciously, "Han Xuxiao? Who is this person?"

(End of this chapter)