"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

After cutting off the tiger demon's head, Zhang San, who was still holding on, seemed to have been drained of all his energy. When the energy was gone, he collapsed to the ground.

Apart from the sound of breathing like a bellows, no other sound could be heard around.

I don’t know how long it took before Gu Xuanyan came to her senses and slowly walked over. She first picked up the fur coat that fell on the ground, and then quickly put it on.

It’s not that Gu Xuanyan cherishes the atlas of mountains and seas very much. After all, that thing is just a consumable. As long as she is not dead and her blood has not dried up, with the blessing of the national treasure Bai Ze Pen, she can have as much of that thing as she wants.

The reason why she paid so much attention to fur clothes was simply because it was cold. Due to her acquired qi and blood deficiency, even if no evil spirits had entered her body, she would easily catch a cold in such weather. If it weren't for Uncle Fu's careful care, with her body condition, I'm afraid her suicide notes could have been bound into a book.

But then again, I didn’t expect that this small Yuyang Village would actually produce a real dragon.

After being squeezed out by the Gu family by Zhang Sirui's corpse-driving technique, Gu Xuanyan began to pay attention to the magic he used.

To be honest, Gu Xuanyan was extremely angry the moment the Breathing of Thunder appeared, because in terms of effect, the Breathing of Thunder was too similar to the thunder magic of the Zhengyi School. Gu Xuanyan had reason to believe that Zhang Sirui was teasing her by using the identity of the Zhengyi School.

But when the subsequent sword techniques appeared, and when I felt the spirit of the warrior who would rather break than bend.

Gu Xuanyan once again experienced the feeling of being slapped in the face. She was originally a well-behaved young lady from an aristocratic family, but she became a slapped little princess without knowing it. It can be said that the way of heaven is good, and no one can be spared by heaven! Because of the rich collection of books at home and the special practice of the secret painting school, Gu Xuanyan's understanding of ghost troubles is far beyond that of ordinary cultivators. In terms of knowledge alone, she can even be compared with the university scholars in the Imperial College of Dajin.

Apart from her own limited strength, the judgment she made was authoritative. Even though the tiger demon that died before was not considered to be of upper B grade, it was not an exaggeration to say that he was of middle grade. Perhaps with another ten years of hard training, the tiger demon could become a great demon and complete the initial transformation.

What's more, for human cultivators, except for those powerful and high-powered ones who have cultivated the Dharma image, Zhang San, who specializes in swordsmanship, and the tiger monster do not have a good compatibility. Coupled with the natural gap in their innate Qi, the difficulty of the battle between them can be imagined.

However, even in the situation where the power between the enemy and us was so disparate, Zhang San would have had almost no pressure if he had not been dragged down by other people. After all, even if he could not defeat the tiger monster, judging from Zhang San's speed, it would not be easy for the tiger monster to catch up with him.

According to the combat power level promulgated by the Great Jin Dynasty, Zhang Sirui's combat power is enough to be rated as lower-grade B, which is already the standard of a local master. If he can be canonized by the court, Zhang Sirui can even establish his own sect, although this sect is very weak.

But considering his age, it is not an exaggeration to call him a "genius". It takes a lot of luck for Zhenjiang Prefecture to produce such a person. If he died here, I'm afraid those people in Zhenjiang Prefecture would cry their eyes out.

Listening to Zhang Sirui's increasingly powerful breathing, Gu Xuanyan's originally frowned brows gradually relaxed. It seemed that her luck was not bad this time! She signaled to Uncle Fu behind her. As an old man of the Gu family, Uncle Fu was naturally not stupid. He first fumbled in his arms and soon took out an exquisite jade bottle. Because of its excellent sealing, it was impossible to smell what type of elixir it was.

After Uncle Fu handed the bottle to Gu Xuanyan, he quickly retreated. It is only appropriate for one person to do such a thing as helping someone in need. If more people are involved, it will involve another problem.

“A hero is not judged by his origin,” or “Don’t bully the young and poor.” If there are too many people, it is inevitable that people will have this feeling.

For those with heroic personalities, they may not even recognize this problem, but for the current Gu family, they have already lost the qualifications to gamble, and it is better to make safe friends without any fancy things.

If you have the time, the right thing to do is to take good care of Zhang Sirui's sister. Uncle Fu remembers clearly how Zhang Sirui reacted when danger came.

Otherwise, why is it said that "an old man in the family is like a treasure"? Uncle Fu's vision is enough for future generations to learn from! …

"Sir, are you okay? I have some pills here to replenish your qi and blood. Most of them are made from spiritual herbs and have extraordinary efficacy. I think they will be helpful for your recovery."

Hearing someone's voice before meeting them is a taboo in normal friendships! This is because it will inevitably appear arrogant and a bit overbearing, but at this time, it is the best solution.

When someone is injured, unless they are a close relative, do not pry into the matter. Even if you have some friendship with each other, you must first state your intentions.

Otherwise, others would think you were here to steal money and kill people! Apart from the usual breathing, there was no other sound at this time. However, since there was no rejection, it meant that he agreed.

Another important point in communicating with others is that you cannot just follow them in everything. You should demonstrate your own value at the right time and believe in and stick to your own feelings!

It is obvious that Gu Xuanyan is a person who trusts her own feelings very much.

It is not obvious at the periphery, but the closer to the battlefield, the more violent the fluctuations of the innate Qi become, and the burning sensation in the air becomes more obvious.

Resisting the impact of her innate Qi, Gu Xuanyan began to move forward step by step. Due to her weak Qi and blood, she could get injured if she was not careful even if she just stepped onto the battlefield.

After all, the balance here was just broken not long ago, and the scattered spiritual energy was still very violent. What's more important is that she was not among the people who broke the balance.

Zhang Sirui's breathing was still going on, as if he had not recovered yet. In order to make her actions more valuable, Gu Xuanyan could not help but quicken her pace once again.

However, when she saw the other person, all her previous plans came to nothing.

It was true that Zhang Sirui was injured and his breathing was heavy, but when Gu Xuanyan looked at him, Zhang Sirui's eyes were also staring at her, and he even had the leisure to point at a line of words on the ground.

[Do you have any backup plan? ]

There were no strokes, let alone silver hooks and iron strokes. It was obvious that this was written with fingers dipped in blood. But even such a short line of words made Gu Xuanyan feel as if she was falling into an icy cave.

Fortunately, her mind was stable. After a brief moment of unconsciousness, Gu Xuanyan remained calm and continued shouting at Zhang Sirui in the same tone as before.

"Sir, although this medicine is hard to come by, you don't have to worry about me. In addition to this bottle, I have another bottle on me, so you can use it without worry!"