"Forget it … I don't care if what you said is true or false. I've suffered a loss this time. We'll meet again if fate wills it." He Qianshan rolled his eyes and threw down a sentence. Then, he shook his arms and suddenly flew into the night sky.
Fu Donglai sent him off with his eyes. Suddenly, his expression changed. He saw a black light flashing in the sky. Nearly a hundred black steel drills fell from the sky and shot toward Shen Luo and the other two people at an incomparably fast speed.
"Hah!"
With a loud roar, Fu Donglai shook his arms and used the Fierce Tiger Leaves the Cave to attack the void above him.
His body suddenly shone brightly, and the image of a giant tiger rose from the ground. It smashed through all the black steel rods and let out a heaven-shaking roar.
"Fellow Daoist He, do you want to try again?" Fu Donglai looked up at the sky.
A cold snort came from the sky. He Qianshan's figure disappeared into the distance.
Fu Donglai slowly withdrew his aura and looked around. Then, he hurried to Shen Luo's side and helped him up.
"Shen Daoyou, are you okay?"
"I'm fine … Cough cough …" Shen Luo coughed a few times. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
With Fu Donglai's help, Shen Luo slowly sat up. He raised his hand to wipe off the blood at the corner of his mouth and said in a somewhat sad voice, "I really didn't expect that Brother Fu would save my life."
"Not really. I just happened to pass by. But Brother Shen, how did you end up like this?" Fu Donglai shook his head.
Shen Luo glanced at Zhao Tong, who was in a state worse than death. He smiled bitterly and explained what had happened.
Fu Donglai frowned and couldn't help but look at him with disdain.
After Shen Luo finished speaking, he turned to Huang Yi and asked, "Brother Huang, how are your injuries?"
Huang Yi slowly opened his eyes and replied, "The injuries are nothing. It's just that I've lost too much blood essence and my magic power has dried up. I'm afraid I won't be able to recover in a short time."
"I'll have to trouble Brother Fu to bring these bottles of spirit spring water to Brother Huang." Shen Luo flicked his wrist and took out several bottles of spirit spring water.
Fu Donglai did not hesitate and immediately gave it to Huang Yi.
"You two can rest at ease and meditate to recover. I will stand guard for you for a while," Fu Donglai said.
"Many thanks." Shen Luo cupped his fists.
After saying that, he took out two pills and swallowed them directly with the spring water. After refining them for a while, he continued to use the Great Peeling Technique to heal his injuries.
…
It was a quiet night, and the sky gradually brightened.
Shen Luo faced the morning sun, his whole body bathed in the golden light. His face was still a little pale, but he was no longer as shriveled and skinny as before.
Even Fu Donglai, who was silently standing guard, couldn't help but feel that this recovery ability was truly terrifying.
On the other hand, although Huang Yi's condition was much better than before, it was still far from Shen Luo's recovery.
Shen Luo slowly opened his eyes and stood up. Then, he cupped his hands and bowed to Fu Donglai.
"Brother Fu, I can't thank you enough. If there is anything you need help with in the future, I will definitely help you." Shen Luo said solemnly.
"Brother Shen, you don't have to do this. To be honest, before entering the Mystic Realm, Fellow Cultivator Lu asked me to help you. If I see you in danger, I must help you." Fu Donglai quickly waved his hand and said with a smile.
Shen Luo's heart warmed when he heard that. Now he knew that Fu Donglai's help was not completely out of righteousness.
"I see. Whether it is Fellow Cultivator Lu's request or Brother Fu's help, I will remember it all." Shen Luo said with a smile.
After saying that, he slowly walked to Huang Yi's side and asked, "Brother Huang, how are you?"
"My life is not in danger, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to compete for the first place this time." Huang Yi raised his broken arm and shook his head.
"Is the first place very important to Brother Huang?" Shen Luo asked.
"It's not about me, it's about us humans. It's about who will be the leader among the races in the future. I was originally entrusted by my master to fight for this matter, but who would have thought that I would end up like this just to repay a favor from before I ascended the mountain?" Huang Yi glanced at the half-dead Zhao Tong in the distance, his eyes filled with resentment.
Shen Luo glanced at Zhao Tong, then looked back at Huang Yi and said hesitantly, "Actually, I have been very confused since last night. Why did Brother Huang help me?"
"You don't know?" Huang Yi asked with a surprised voice.
"Brother Huang and I met by chance. We have never interacted before, so I really don't know." Shen Luo replied with a voice transmission.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, have you cultivated our Fangcun Mountain's secret manual, the 'Yellow Court Sutra'?" Huang Yi could only ask.
"That's right. Brother Huang, is it because of this? "Shen Luo said with a sudden realization.
"Shen Daoyou is not a disciple of the Heart Mountain. How did you obtain the Yellow Court Scripture?" Huang Yi asked.
"This …" Shen Luo showed a difficult expression and couldn't explain.
"Shen Daoyou didn't say, but I can guess. Grandmaster must have taught you when he went out traveling. Since Grandmaster took a fancy to you, even if you didn't enter the sect, you are half a fellow disciple. How can you not help a fellow disciple when he is in trouble? "Huang Yi said with a smile.
When Shen Luo heard this, he was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect Huang Yi to come up with such a story, so he didn't refute it. He just showed a surprised expression as if he had been guessed correctly.
"We all know Grandmaster's temper. If it is inconvenient to say, then don't say it." Huang Yi saw this and became more certain of his thoughts. He even nodded at Shen Luo.
"He … how do you plan to deal with him?" Huang Yi changed the topic and asked directly.
"Brother Huang, do you still plan to protect him? If so, it is not impossible to let him go." Shen Luo knew he was talking about Zhao Tong.
"Shen Daoyou misunderstood. He caused trouble many times on the road. I have helped him many times. No matter how big the favor is, it should have been repaid long ago. Moreover, I am seriously injured now. Even if I wanted to protect him, I can't do it, right?" Huang Yi raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Yes, then I will have to calculate this debt." Shen Luo nodded with a smile.
Zhao Tong was nailed to the ground like a scarecrow. When he sensed Shen Luo's gaze, his pupils couldn't help but tremble.
He had tried all kinds of methods last night, but he couldn't escape. He could only watch as Shen Luo approached him step by step, revealing a row of white teeth.
Shen Luo didn't take off the animal skin talisman on his head. Instead, he grabbed the black steel drill that penetrated his body, pulled it out little by little, and threw it aside with a clang.
Zhao Tong's body went soft and collapsed to the ground. His body was still unable to move.
"Shen Daoyou, let's make a deal. How about letting me go? As long as you are willing to let me go, I promise to repay you with a generous gift. "He looked at Shen Luo slowly taking out the Pure Yang Sword Embryo and hurriedly said.
"Oh, I am curious. What kind of generous gift is worth letting you go?" Shen Luo deliberately played with the sword embryo in his hand and asked with a smile.
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