Sword Immortal Cultivation Handbook

Chapter 112 Han Lian Injured
She didn't move for a long time, and the space vortex in the beam of light was slowly shrinking, but the scene on the other side made Shen Zhiyu give up the idea of ​​going out at this time.

Shen Zhiyu took out a photo stone, pointed it at the space vortex and started to take a photo.

Then she took a closer look and saw that most of the monks lying on the ground were disciples of the top ten sects of Tianji.

When Shen Zhiyu was about to take a closer look, a Qingxu Palace disciple wearing light blue clothes suddenly blocked the space vortex.

She saw that there was a big knife cut on the back of the Qingxu disciple, and the scarlet blood flowed out like a spring, almost staining half of his body red.

Leaning against the space vortex, but that person was not teleported.

Dazed for a moment, Shen Zhiyu understood that this space vortex should be transmitted in one direction, it can only be transmitted from here to the outside, but cannot be transmitted in from the outside.

After Shen Zhiyu thought for a while, she stretched out her hand through the space vortex, accurately grabbed the man's wrist, and then pulled him.

At the same time, the true energy in her body surged out, and she whispered the formula, and then, the gentle longevity true energy wrapped the whole body of the Qingxu Palace disciple.

Immediately, the injured Qingxu Palace disciple was easily dragged in by Shen Zhiyu.

"People have run away! Come here!"

A shout came from the other side of the space vortex.

Depend on!This person is so long? !

Shen Zhiyu gritted her teeth, increased her speed, and dragged the person in.

Knowing that he was seriously injured, Shen Zhiyu didn't directly throw him to the ground, but caught the Qingxu Palace disciple's leg with his other hand and hugged him horizontally.

Looking back, I saw that the space vortex had completely disappeared.

Shen Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did she have time to check the situation of the disciples of Qingxu Palace in her arms.

Looking down, Shen Zhiyu was taken aback after seeing his face clearly.

Han... Han Lian?
Han Lian was seriously injured, and after holding his breath to see Shen Zhiyu's face clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief, then let go of the talisman in his hand, and passed out in relief.

"...Uncle Han? Uncle Han?!" Shen Zhiyu hurriedly put him down, took out a high-level rejuvenation pill, opened his mouth and stuffed it in.

Afterwards, Shen Zhiyu reached out to touch Han Lian's wrist, and Shen Zhiyu slowly injected a trace of true energy.

After checking the situation, she was stunned.

The dantian was shattered, the meridians were cut off, all the internal organs were displaced, and all kinds of disordered breaths in the body rushed...

But according to her observation, Han Lian's internal injuries seemed to be old injuries.

Now it is trauma that hangs his life by a thread.

His body was covered with large and small wounds, his hands and feet were broken, and one of his ribs was broken, piercing through the flesh of his chest. The white bones exposed from the flesh and blood were terrifying, causing him to lose too much blood. at stake.

This... is this still alive?
Shen Zhiyu couldn't help admiring, this Uncle Han is indeed a former foundation-building monk, and his vitality is really tenacious.

Shen Zhiyu sighed, and took out the trauma medicine and a clean cloth belt.

He untied his bloody clothes in two or three strokes, revealing his bruised upper body. Shen Zhiyu sprinkled trauma medicine on all the wounds on his body, and then wrapped his body into a rice dumpling with a clean cloth belt.

Then he reattached his severed limbs.

In the end, Shen Zhiyu looked at the ribs protruding from Han Lian's chest, feeling a little helpless.

She is not a medical practitioner. When she was a hidden guard in the mortal world, she only learned some simple bandages. For such a serious injury, she didn't know how to deal with it.

In fact, it was easy to deal with when he was a hidden guard. With such a serious injury, he didn't need treatment at all. He just threw him into a mass grave and waited to die.

But now, Shen Zhiyu can't just throw Han Lian aside and let him fend for himself, right?
Shen Zhiyu frowned slightly.

After pinching the dust-clearing formula, after cleaning up the stains on Han Lian's wound, he sprinkled some medicinal powder.

Afterwards, Shen Zhiyu checked Tan Han Lian's situation again, and waited aside.

Not long after, Han Lian let out a painful "hum".

Shen Zhiyu looked sideways and saw Han Lian slowly opened his eyes.

Han Lian's eyes were pierced by the scorching light. He wanted to raise his hand to cover it, but he couldn't move because of the severe pain in his hands and feet, so he couldn't help but close his eyes again.

Shen Zhiyu thought for a while, then threw out the Guluo umbrella from her waist and placed it on Han Lian's head.

"Uncle Han?"

Han Lian subconsciously replied, "Huh?"

Without the dazzling light, he finally opened his eyes, his eyes were loose, and he was still a little dazed.

Shen Zhiyu didn't speak, just waited quietly.

Han Lian's eyes gradually became clearer, his eyeballs rolled around for a while, and finally landed on Shen Zhiyu.

Opening his mouth to speak, his voice was extremely hoarse, "What is this place?"

Shen Zhiyu thought about the box, and replied: "It seems to be the secret place where the Xuanxu Sect selected elite disciples in the past."

"Oh..." Han Lian blinked, and the blood clots on his eyelashes fell into his eyes, causing tears to burst out of his eyes.

"Hiss," Han Lian closed his eyes and said sullenly, "help me clean it up."

Shen Zhiyu cleaned him up before, but she forgot about his pretty face.

With a wave of his hand, Shen Zhiyu performed the Qingchen Art to clean the blood on Han Lian's face.

Han Lian thanked softly.

"Uncle Han, you are being polite." Shen Zhiyu shook his head.

"You don't need to call me uncle, I'm not a foundation-building monk anymore." Han Lian glanced at her.

Shen Zhiyu froze for a moment, then heard him say again, "Just call me by my name."

"Okay,...Senior Brother Han." After hesitating for a moment, Shen Zhiyu decided to call him according to his cultivation level. No matter what, there will be no mistakes. "Senior Brother Han, what happened outside?"

After a moment of silence, Han Lian asked back, "You don't know?"

Shen Zhiyu shook her head, "I entered this place as soon as I entered the ruins world, and I don't know what happened outside."

"It's nothing, it's just that the disciples of the sect were overwhelmed by some casual cultivators." Han Lian slowly closed his eyes.

"Because of casual cultivators...?" Shen Zhiyu doubted subconsciously, "The casual cultivators obviously don't have as many people as us."

"There are dozens of foundation-building monks among the casual cultivators. I don't know what method they used to lower their cultivation. They cheated the restriction on the entrance of the market and sneaked in." Han Lian explained a few words, enduring the pain in his body. .

"Then...wouldn't they be rejected by the market that restricts their cultivation?" Shen Zhiyu was puzzled.

If the entry condition of the Ruins Realm is Qi training stage cultivation, even if the monks of the Foundation Establishment Stage sneak in, they will be excluded by the rules of the Ruins Realm.

Han Lian was silent for a long time after hearing the words, and finally said slowly: "...there is no restriction on cultivation in this ruin world."

Shen Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, what does it mean that there is no limit to cultivation?
"I entered the elite assessment secret realm for monks in the foundation establishment period." Han Lian said flatly.

As soon as these words came out, Shen Zhiyu immediately understood what Han Lian meant.

(End of this chapter)