"Ahem——"
Feng Fuying covered her heart, bowed and coughed twice, then vomited a mouthful of blood onto the ring.
He adjusted his chaotic breath and glanced at his opponent.
The girl's cassock was in ruins, her injuries were horrifying, her beautiful black hair hung down on her chest, and even the ends of her hair were stained with blood.
Feng Fuying said without emotion: "You win."
The elder of Nanxing Sword Sect, Yu Rong Zhenren, who was guarding the arena, first stopped Ning Fusang's bleeding, briefly treated her injuries, and asked two female disciples to help her back.
Wen Siling volunteered to help, but since there was no room for her, she followed closely behind.
She had a lot of exciting things to say in her heart, but when she saw that Ning Fusang was so seriously injured, she held back her words.
"Okay, don't stay here and disturb people's rest."
Duanmu Meiqing looked at the disciples at the door and said.
In fact, no matter how noisy it is outside, it can't be heard inside.
There is a sound-absorbing charm on the door.
inside the house.
The doctor from Suring Valley checked Ning Fusang's wound inside and out, then turned to Li Jinzhen and said: "It just looks serious, but there is no fatal injury, and there will be no hidden dangers. Let's rest for two or three days." That’s it.”
Li Jinzhen's brows spread.
The female cultivator from Su Ling Valley added: "But her Qi sea has been depleted a bit seriously. It will be difficult for her spiritual power to be fully restored in a short period of time."
This is not an important matter. The Nanxing Sword Sect is full of spiritual energy and can always fill up the sea of energy in two or three months.
The female cultivator used a piece of bamboo stick, dipped it in ointment, and applied it on Ning Fusang's wound. A cool feeling spread to the skin.
"I'll do it." Li Jinzhen said warmly, "Thank you, Fairy Yunai, for taking this trip."
Fairy Yunai smiled gently: "It's just the duty of a doctor."
She stepped aside, handed the Baihualing ointment to Li Jinzhen, and warned, "Just apply it once a day."
"The healing elixir can be transformed with spiritual power and then put into her body, eliminating the need for refining."
"Okay. I've written it down."
Ning Fusang felt that her eyelids were heavy, and the voices in her ears seemed to be far away in the clouds, vague, and she did not hear them clearly.
But Ning Fusang's consciousness is still clear, and he can still communicate with Silkworm Spirit and Qianyuan.
Silkworm Spirit was a little noisy: "Fusang, you crossed the border and fought. Although you won, the result was too tragic. This is a lose-lose situation, right?"
Ning Fusang: "I will lose eight hundred to myself, I will injure the enemy one thousand, but I will win two hundred."
Qian Yuan: "Winning by two hundred is considered a big victory."
If it and Canglang could win by two hundred back then, they wouldn't be in this situation now.
Silkworm Ling: "That's because of the defense of dragon scales, otherwise how could he only suffer this little injury."
"It's just an arena battle, why bother fighting so hard? It's not a matter of life and death."
Ning Fusang remembered something: "My spiritual power is exhausted, you can starve yourself."
Silkworm Spirit: "..."
It instantly stopped talking like an eggplant beaten by frost.
In fact, if it doesn't eat spiritual energy for a short period of time, it won't starve to death. It's just that it has finally managed to live a life without worrying about spiritual energy, but once it returns to its previous precarious state, the gap is too big and it can't adapt for a while.
Ning Fusang and Qian Yuan both had a sense of urgency in cultivation. Silkworm Ling didn't understand where this sense of urgency came from.
It was obvious that Fusang was already at the peak of the eighth level before he was twenty years old.
Qian Yuan said leisurely: "I have a strong enemy, and he will find me sooner or later, so you must not slack off in your cultivation."
Can Ling asked: "How strong is it? Is it more powerful than Feng Fuying?"
Qianyuan said "Hmm", "One sword can be worth three thousand phoenix fuying."
Silkworm Spirit was so shocked that it couldn't close its jaw. After a long time, it said in a very unloyal manner: "If your enemy finds you, you should separate from Fusang."
When Fusang dies, it will also be buried with it. But Silkworm Spirit has not lived enough.
Qian Yuan didn't pay attention to Can Ling's words. If that day does come, it will naturally not drag down Fuso.
Although the thirteenth realm monks are strong, they cannot compete with the entire demon clan.
Qian Yuan does not object to returning to the demon world. He stayed in the human world in the first place only because Cang Lang was attached to the wind in the human world.
Ning Fusang threw out another thunderbolt, neither salty nor bland.
Silkworm Ling's tone was trembling: "How many? How many enemies do you have?"
"Too many to count," she said.
Silkworm Ling's eyes went dark and he couldn't see the future. If I had known earlier I wouldn't have asked this question. I don’t know if it will have any effect if I eat less Fusang’s spiritual power in the future.
And dragon scales.
It is best to use countless pieces of dragon scales to make an armor and let Fuso wear it day and night, so that it can feel at ease.
Silkworm Ling tried hard to recall whether there were any caves and paradises in the previous era that would be preserved.
In fact, Ning Fusang has already been making plans.
After she reached the realm of knowledge, the cultivation resources of the Southern Star Sword Sect would inevitably be unable to keep up with the speed of her cultivation, and she had to look for the secret treasures of the Mermaid King's Court.
This is not because the Nanxing Sword Sect does not have enough foundation, but because there are too many people in the sect, and it is impossible for all the resources to be given to her alone.
Therefore, most disciples who have reached a bottleneck in their practice will choose to travel down the mountain in search of additional opportunities.
Ning Fusang had a hunch that she was getting closer and closer to the threshold of the ninth level.
Therefore, the search for the secrets of the Merman King's Court should be put on the agenda as soon as possible.
After the Five States Conference is over and she returns to the sect, she will start to retreat and reach the ninth level. After that, she will take leave from the sect and join the world to practice.
After lying in bed for three days, Ning Fusang had never felt so light physically and mentally.
Under the influence of the Spirit Gathering Array and the Spirit Pill, her spiritual power recovered a little, but it was still in a weak state.
But yes.
Such a large lake has been drained, and refilling it is not something that can be done overnight.
After Ning Fusang practiced the "Thirty-Six Secret Words" several times, the green bell inside the door rang.
"Enter."
With a creak, the door was pushed open from the outside.
Wen Siling stepped in.
"Junior Sister Ning, Senior Sister Jinzhen has something to do today, and she asked me to come and help you apply the ointment." She moved a stool and sat beside the bed, "This is the newly developed spiritual ointment by Fairy Yunai. I have tried it, and the effect is better than The previous one was much better.”
The snow-white spiritual ointment exudes a very light fragrance. When applied to the wound, it melts away quickly.
"Thank you, Senior Sister Wen."
"It's a trivial matter, it doesn't matter." Wen Siling said with a smile, "Junior sister Ning broke the Man Lei record. Everyone in the sect, and even the entire Lingzhou, are very happy!"
Ning Fusang shook his head: "The people who guard the ring in Lingzhou are all very powerful."
This is completely true.
The people who can go to the Shou Lingzhou Arena are all the most talented ones in the sect. Before she entered the arena, Lingzhou had almost broken the record of the previous Zhongzhou.
In this five-state conference, Lingzhou and Hezhou were both ranked first and ranked first.
Zhongzhou is third, Mingzhou is second, and Xiyang Chizhou is still at the bottom.
"Okay." Wen Siling closed the lid of the ointment jar and tightened it, "The injury on the back of Junior Sister Ning's hand is the most serious. Don't get it wet until the wound is completely healed."
Ning Fusang nodded.
No matter how much she had a cassock on her body, she could resist any damage, but the hand holding the sword was exposed, so the injury was naturally the most serious.
(End of chapter)