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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.

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Chapter completed!