The world of cultivating immortals does not raise second-rate goods

Before returning to his original position, Si Li saw a group of rocks fighting.

For those who didn’t know, they thought the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked.

After Xue Ying left, the demonic mist faded a lot, and a gray figure was seen breaking out of the demonic mist and running towards Sili.

The person coming is Yan Guilin!

Si Li was shocked. Yan Guilin was wearing a robe that had been washed white. He seemed to be injured. He stumbled, followed by a bunch of stone men.

Because it was downhill, the stone figures didn't care whether they could be in human form or not. They spread out and rolled down the mountain. They rolled down behind Yan Guilin at a very fast speed.

Yan Guilin turned around to fight, the red light cut through the fog, and Si Li exclaimed: "Not bad."

But there is a problem.

He swept the stone with his sword, and the stone was cut in half and rolled to the ground. After rolling for a while, a new stone man was formed, which seemed to have the meaning of endless life.

Yan Guilin finally fought off a few rocks, but they came back soon, making Si Li worried.

Soon a bunch of new stone men joined the battle. Yan Guilin seemed a little exhausted and his moves became slow.

Si Li moved his eyes away and looked into the forest. He passed by two cypress trees and walked to a willow tree.

The branches of the locust tree extend very long all around, with leaves that are half green and half yellow. When the breeze blows, the leaves rustle and fall one by one.

Si Li said: "It's up to you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she flew into the air with her sword directly above the willow tree, took out the Bamboo King's Spiritual Liquid and sprinkled it on every branch.

Suddenly, the originally withered and yellow branches suddenly shook, and the tall branches swayed slightly towards Si Li, as if to express their gratitude to her.

Si Li nodded slightly.

"Find some land you can live on."

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his sword to cut off all the branches, and set off a gust of wind. The branches fell off the tree and flew in all directions, looking for a place to take root.

Tens of thousands of branches flew out, some were weak and took root on the spot, some were strong and flew farther, and some flew directly to the stone man.

Native wood!
But in the blink of an eye, the originally restless stone man suddenly lost his temper when he encountered the willow branches that were about to take root, and allowed them to use him as nutrients.

Not far away, Yan Guilin was stunned.

In the past, he only read "Chunsheng" in books or heard others say "Chunsheng", and he didn't understand it at all.

“How can anyone still control the growth of trees?”

"Even for monks who cultivate wood-attribute skills, most of the 'spring growth' they control is an illusion, used to deal with enemies, not the actual growth of all things."

Now, he saw it.

No wonder the elders always emphasize making good friends with Lihuo Palace. These sects with profound foundations, even if they are not useful for a while, just taking out a little bit is enough to shock him for half a year.

After Yan Guilin regained consciousness, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, which was really eye-opening.

He ran over quickly and bowed deeply to Si Li who had just landed. Si Li looked at him, frowned and said, "Junior brother, you are seriously injured."

"Is it?"

As soon as he said this, Yan Guilin looked down and saw a sword piercing through Pipa's bones an inch below.

Yan Guilin's vision went dark and he fainted immediately.

Si Li hurriedly supported him, sealed the large acupuncture point in his heart, and put two fingers on Yan Guilin's pulse point. Only then did she realize that he was seriously injured, and his breath was rushing around in the inner palace, as if it was about to burst out.

Yan Guilin was able to fight off the stone man just now, but he did so with his last breath.

Now that the last breath has been given away, people can no longer hold on.

"How did that happen?"

Seeing Yan Guilin's face getting paler, Si Li held his wrist and injected spiritual power into his inner palace, but it didn't help.

Si Li suddenly felt a little scared.

She was afraid that Yan Guilin was really dead!
No.

Si Li tried hard to stay calm, took out all the pills he carried with him in the mustard bag, and lined them up in a row on the ground.

"Tian Yuan Dan is too weak."

"Qingdan, neither."

"Lihuo Dan, the medicine is not right." "..."

Si Li's eyes were fixed on the last medicine bottle: Nine Turns Resurrection Pill!
No matter, Cao Heng could refine a new one at any time anyway, so she immediately fed a Nine-turn Resurrection Pill to Yan Guilin.

Yan Guilin's desire to survive was very strong, and he noticed the entrance of the elixir. Even with his eyes closed, he did not stop swallowing, and the elixir entered his body along his throat.

Si Li looked at Yan Guilin without blinking.

It wasn't until he saw that his face turned rosier that he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't stay here for long!"

Si Li hugged Yan Guilin and looked at Sansangjian: "I remember you can fly very high?"

"Correct."

"The higher you fly, the better. I want to return to Zhongdu City."

"Give me a meteorite."

Si Li embedded a piece of meteorite into the hilt of the sword, and the Sansang Sword shook, burrowed under her feet, and the sword flew into the air.

The Sansang Sword was really powerful and flew directly to an altitude of [-] meters.

……

Looking at the bright green in the sky, Ling Xiao was so angry that he cursed: "You have such a good thing, why don't you take it with me..."

As she spoke, she swung her sword across a circle of stone men.

When the green color disappeared from his eyes, Ling Xiao stuck his sword on the ground and shouted into the sky: "Feng Conghu, take away your formation from me!"

……

Si Li and the others landed in the backyard of the city lord's mansion.

When Zhong Yuda saw that she was holding someone in her arms, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Who is this young master?"

"Yan Guilin. Call Cao Heng over."

Si Li dropped these words, carried Yan Guilin back to his small courtyard, and put Yan Guilin on the bed.

Checking his pulse again, he found that although his breath was weak, the spiritual energy in his body was flowing smoothly and smoothly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"How did you get the young master of Tianyan Sect back? And he was so seriously injured? Did you beat him?"

Cao Heng was originally smiling - as soon as he came in, he realized that Yan Guilin was fine and needed some time to recover.

Si Li turned around, glared at Cao Heng, and briefly told him the situation in Wuhu Mountain.

Hearing this, Cao Heng's smile froze on his face, and he turned around and told Zhong Xingwei: "I will write a letter in a while, and you will deliver it to Feng Conghu of Wuhu Mountain in person."

"Yes."

Si Li asked curiously: "What are you doing with Feng Conghu? Do you have a good relationship with him?"

"I haven't interacted with him before, but I know him."

Cao Heng walked straight to the table and spread out the pen and paper: "You just said that you were going to find Xue Ying and Fengling. Yan Guilin and Su Yarong were left at the scene. I think Su Yarong is suspected."

He pointed at Yan Guilin on the bed with the end of his pen.

Just now Si Li was busy saving Yan Guilin and forgot about this.

"Maybe Yan Guilin's injury has nothing to do with Su Yarong, maybe it has something to do with it. As long as I tell Feng Conghu about Yan Guilin's injury, he will definitely send Su Yarong over."

Cao Heng paused and added: "If Su Yarong is still in Wuhu Mountain."

Si Li nodded.

Although Feng Conghu planned to go against Tianyan Sect, Su Yarong might seriously injure Yan Guilin. This was too big a matter for Feng Conghu to stop.

Cao Heng wrote quickly and quickly wrote the letter and handed it to Zhong Xingwei: "Go ahead and tell me, if Song Shan is coming, please cheer me up."

Zhong Xingwei looked stern and stood up straight immediately: "Yes."

Si Li said doubtfully: "Song Shan..."

Yes, Yan Guilin needs to notify Tianyan Sect if he is so seriously injured.