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At this moment, Zhao Hen was extremely anxious and even felt a little guilty. If it weren't for refining the flying sword for him, how could Leng Ling go to the Mobei Wasteland to find materials? At that time, Zhao Hen only thought about the joy of being able to integrate the sword soul into the flying sword after refining it, but he neglected that Leng Ling might have to risk a huge danger to find materials. Zhao Hen couldn't help but activate the speed of the flying sword to the extreme, and he followed Master Liao Zheng's whereabouts almost like lightning.

When Leng Ling refined a flying sword for Zhao Hen in his previous life, she did not have such effort. I think Zhao Hen's life has changed a lot of things. At this moment, Zhao Hen kept praying in his heart, Master, don't have any accidents. If you are seriously injured, you will be seriously injured. As long as there is still a glimmer of hope, Zhao Hen will thank God for worshiping Guanyin.

It will take at least one month for Zhao Hen to get from the Zi Lei Sect to the Mobei Wasteland. The master only walked half a day in advance, but was always in front of Zhao Hen. No matter how Zhao Hen activates the flying sword, he still couldn't keep up with the master's footsteps. However, this also made Zhao Hen a little relieved. The faster the master's speed, the greater the possibility of receiving Leng Ling.

In the next few days, Zhao Hen spent the next few days in rushing to the road. Zhao Hen's expression was very calm along the way, but if someone who knew Zhao Hen would know that Zhao Hen's calm expression contained the silence before the storm. Now Zhao Hen's silent prayer in his heart was just hurt and had not yet developed to an irreversible level. Otherwise, once he got bad news, Zhao Hen would definitely start a massacre.

After more than a month, the Master's figure finally stopped moving forward and stayed somewhere. Zhao Hen was overjoyed and quickly approached the past with the flying sword. The two sides were less than a day away, but Zhao Hen only spent half a day more to find that the pointer of the compass began to tremble, showing that the Master's figure was nearby.

Looking at the compass, Zhao Hen directly retracted the flying sword, and then his spiritual consciousness opened wildly. The powerful spiritual consciousness thread of the soul cultivator instantly threw it to all directions, feeling the surrounding situation. After only a moment, Zhao Hen quickly shook and found where Master Liao Zheng was. On a hill, the figure of Master Liao Zheng was in his eyes. At this moment, Leng Ling was lying between Master Liao Zheng's hands and feet, with soft hands and feet hanging down. If it weren't for a thin breath as thin as a silk thread in his mouth and nose, Zhao Hen might have suspected that Master had died. After realizing this situation, Zhao Hen finally breathed a sigh of relief. Master was still alive, then everything would be fine.

"Huh?" Master Liao Zheng, who had just found Leng Ling, had just stabilized Leng Ling's injuries. He looked up but exclaimed in surprise and found Zhao Hen's figure. He thought Zhao Hen would meet him on the way back a few days later, but he didn't expect Zhao Hen to come so quickly. However, Master Liao Zheng didn't know that Zhao Hen used the high-level flying swords that he scraped over along the way, so the speed was naturally very fast.

"How is Master?" Zhao Hen rushed to Master's side almost at a 100-meter sprint speed, looking anxiously at Leng Ling who was holding horizontally in Master's hand. At this moment, Leng Ling's hands and feet were drooping, her face turned pale, and she was almost angry.

"I was seriously injured and took a life-saving pill, and I have been with it until now!" Although Master Liao Zheng is the ancestor of the Nascent Soul, he has little research on the method of alchemy. He is almost helpless in the face of Leng Ling's injuries.

"Eat this!" Zhao Hen took out a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum without thinking and was about to put it into Leng Ling's mouth. However, Leng Ling was already unconscious at this time, so how could he consciously chew and swallow the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in Zhao Hen's hand?

"This is a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum!" Master Liao Zheng looked at the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in Zhao Hen's hand and couldn't help but open his eyes wide. The Ganoderma lucidum in Zhao Hen's hand surprised Liao Zheng. Whether it is judging from the medicinal energy and quality of this Ganoderma lucidum, it is definitely a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. Thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum is a holy medicine for healing, and even without refining, it is also very effective in treating injuries. Leng Ling is now seriously injured, and having such a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum is like a carbon supply from the snow.

However, Leng Ling was unconscious and couldn't do it if she wanted to feed the pills. Zhao Hen was anxious and turned around and looked around. Apart from himself, he was the master Liao Zheng, and there was no one to assist him.

Looking at Leng Ling who was seriously injured and unconscious, a complex look appeared in Zhao Hen's eyes. After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Hen put the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum into his mouth and chewed it. He directly held Leng Ling's head and drooled the medicine liquid. Now that Leng Ling's life is at stake, Zhao Hen doesn't care about the superiority of his master and apprentice.

Master Liao Zheng was right next to him, but he looked at Zhao Hen's actions without stopping him at all. It is important to help him at this time, so he can't take care of other complicated and complicated matters? Even if this move is a little bit out of order, it is still helpless. And among the two, Zhao Hen is the most suitable. You can't let Liao Zheng do this to his apprentice, right?

The medicinal power of the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum was very effective. When it entered Leng Ling's belly, it immediately turned into a warm current, and began to repair the injuries on Leng Ling. In just over three hours, Leng Ling's face looked much rosy.

"Master, who hurt my master?" Seeing the effect of the medicine, Zhao Hen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but immediately began to ask about Leng Ling's situation.

"I don't know!" Liao Zheng shook his head, his eyes also had undepressed anger: "When I came here, Leng Ling had already hid in a hole and fell into a coma, and his body was seriously injured."

Listening to Master Liao Zheng's words, Zhao Hen also began to carefully examine the injuries on Leng Ling's body. After some spiritual investigation, Zhao Hen found that Leng Ling's body was almost fatal. Obviously, the other party was just killing and had no plans to save Leng Ling's life. If Liao Zheng and Zhao Hen were a little late for a day or two, Leng Ling might have been unable to make up for the situation.

At this moment, Zhao Hen's face was already covered with dark clouds. Leng Ling came to the Mobei Wasteland in order to refine flying swords for herself and lacked materials. But now she was injured like this. How could Zhao Hen not be angry?

Forcefully suppressing the anger that almost made Yiyi and Jiu feel scared, Zhao Hen asked Master Liao Zheng, "Master, what materials did Master come here to find?"

"Thunder Crystal Soul!" Liao Zheng also had thick eyebrows. His apprentice was beaten like this. It can be said that no master would feel good. However, Liao Zheng still said the name of the material: "Leng Ling planned to refine a good thunder attribute flying sword, but lacked Thunder Crystal Soul. This material was only available in the Mobei Wasteland, so Leng Ling rushed over. Now he didn't expect to be injured like this."

Zhao Hen introduced the medicine liquid into Leng Ling's mouth and took it. Until now, Leng Ling's face has improved significantly, and the injuries on her body are slowly being relieved. She looks in good condition. However, if she wants to recover from such a serious injury, she will need to be treated for at least half a year.

"The master's Qiankun bag was snatched away." Zhao Hen looked carefully and immediately noticed that the Qiankun bag on Leng Ling's body had disappeared. As Leng Ling's master, Liao Zheng would definitely not embezzle the Qiankun bag on Leng Ling's body, so the only explanation was that it was snatched away.

"Leng Ling's magic weapon is now left with a flying sword and the ornament hanging around her neck. If I hadn't refined this ornament that conveyed signals for her, I wouldn't have been able to find her." Liao Zheng suppressed his anger and looked at Leng Ling who was unconscious in pain, but he still showed a little bit of pain and said angrily: "Fortunately, she escaped into this cave and fired a distress signal, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable!"

This is simply a blessing in disguise. Otherwise, Zhao Hen and Liao Zheng would have only received news of Leng Ling's death.

"I snatched the Qiankun bag, it was obvious that there was something on the master who was thinking about it." Zhao Hen said coldly: "Whoever dares to touch my master, no matter who he is, I, Zhao Hen, will let him die without a burial place!"
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