"Brother Chu, think of a way... 1. Let's run away. Keep the green mountains here, don't be afraid of burning firewood."

"If possible, please help me bury me back to my hometown." Zong Defang's voice suddenly became louder, but Chu Yi felt that Zong Defang's vitality began to gradually fade.

"Run, a joke. A waste can run out of the palms of our three. Let's rest together." He Jian and the other two couldn't help but look at each other and laughed.

"Don't worry, you can't die."

"If I don't agree, Master Hell dare not accept you..." Chu Yi helped Zong Defang up and said, then took out a colorful elixir from his pocket and stuffed it into Zong Defang's mouth, then fed it with a mouthful of the essence of the mountain, and the anger in his heart became even more intense.

Zong Defang only felt that the elixir melted into his heart when it entered his mouth. A powerful warm current suddenly surged like a spring, flowing through his meridians throughout his body. The meridians that were blocked by magic attacks just now became smoother, and even this hot current swelled the meridians wider. Especially the inner abdomen that was hit hard just now, it instantly moistened the force and began to repair itself.

At just a moment, Zong Defang felt his vitality as bright as a candlelight, and his flickering was about to disappear, and suddenly it started to burn again.

Zong Defang quickly opened his eyes and looked at Chu Yi in disbelief. He tried to stand up, but Chu Yi stopped him.

"Your injuries are very serious. Although this pill can save your life, you should sleep for a while in order not to leave any sequelae."

"You have to worry about things here, close your eyes and concentrate for a while." Chu Yi patted Zong Defang's shoulder and said.

"What you used for me just now is the Resurrection Pill." Zong Defang nodded and asked curiously. The value of Resurrection Pill cannot be explained clearly in one sentence or two, but in his cognition, it seems that only the rare Resurrection Pill has such a role.

Chu Yi was able to use such a precious elixir without saying a word, which was a kind of love.

However, why did Chu Yi have such expensive elixirs? It seems that Zhao Yuer must have given them secretly. It seems that the young lady must have secretly developed feelings for Brother Chu, no wonder these people are asking for trouble for Brother Chu.

"He...he actually stood up..."

"The serious injury was healed in an instant..." Zhu Wudao and the other two widened their eyes in surprise. They didn't know what the waste fed something, so the dying man suddenly stood up like this. Could it be that the waste has any indescribable background?

"If this is the case, it will be troublesome." Zhu Wudao was careful, but his nature was extremely suspicious. At this moment, he suddenly became uneasy.

"I'm so tired, so I'll sleep for a while." Zong Defang didn't think much, and his heart was warm, but the body of the practitioner was obviously very fragile. He could not bear the powerful impact of the elixir, and he became a little drowsy.

"It seems that he has died again..." Zhu Wudao and the other two were surprised again, and this shock made them feel extremely aggrieved.

"Let me play with this waste first. Let him live a life worse than death today..." At this time, Wang Xiong stabbed Chu Yi with a long spear. He thought Chu Yi was a waste body of heavenly thunder and must have no yang power. At this moment, he also relied on his advantage in practicing the law and planned to beat Chu Yi first.

Chu Yi didn't move his head and didn't look at him. He grabbed the spear and pulled it hard. Wang Xiong staggered, feeling a powerful force suddenly coming from the gun. He was actually driven forward like this and directly threw a dog into the mud!

Chu Yi slowly put Zong Defang who had fallen asleep aside and swept the three of them coldly. Zhu Wudao's heart couldn't help but feel cold. He felt like he was being targeted by a beast, which made him feel uneasy.

"Although this guy is a useless body, that moment just now shows that he is strong and might not be able to practice the Dharma. Just because he is the most important thing about practicing the body. But he is just a useless body of heavenly thunder. Can he beat the three of us?" Zhu Wudao said, trying to dispel the sudden feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

"Let me let He Jian send this waste back to the west." He Jian stomped his feet very high-profilely, and suddenly there was a sword flashing with cold light in his hand. His cultivation level of level seven of the Dharma Lord should be considered a very outstanding strength among the young generation.

He Jian drove his sword upwards, his hands did not touch the sword, but the sword moved with his heart, and his shadow flickered around his hands and body, surprisingly unexpectedly.

"A sword in the void! One into two." He Jian shouted lightly, and a huge sword shadow suddenly appeared behind him. The light flashed and the whole body shone brightly. Then it rushed out. Wherever he passed, it broke through three feet of the ground and was extremely powerful.

But seeing Chu Yi just waved his fingers together, he waved his fingers lightly. In an instant, an invisible magic power flew out vertically like a thin blade, dividing the rushing sword shadow into two. At the same time, the invisible magic power rushed under He Jian's feet without bias, and with a bang, he directly exploded He Jian a few meters away.

"What's going on!"

When the three of them saw that Chu Yi almost won with one move, they all stared at each other with an incredible look on their faces. Isn’t the person in front of them a waste without the fire spirit in their body? How did he cultivate to his current level?

"He is so strong? Could it be an illusion?" Zhu Wudao's body began to tremble, his eyes wide open, and at the same time, he was confused.

He Jian and Wang Xiong were also stunned and thought, can this waste be hidden?

"It was just a coincidence just now. No matter what, the cultivation level of this waste is not high." Wang Xiong, Zhu Wudao, He Jian and the other two were confused for a moment, but they still didn't believe that Chu Yi could have a cultivation level that exceeded them. They once again surrounded Chu Yi in the middle, and the three of them formed a horn.

The spear in Wang Xiong's hand emitted flames again. This was the flame gun he passed down from his family. If the person was hit, the flames would burn on the other party until they burned them to death.

Among the three, he was the main attacker. He Jian's sword had been destroyed by Chu Yi. At this time, he didn't know where to get a green short sword in his hand. He was like a poisonous snake, waiting for an opportunity to move.

"Go!" Wang Xiong shouted loudly and attacked Chu Yi directly.

Although he was besieged by three people, Chu Yi did not see any panic at all. Although he did not master the magic skills well, his own cultivation was equivalent to the level six of the Dharma Emperor, and he was an alternative and tough. His own strength reached an extremely terrifying level. In fact, sometimes he was unwilling to care about it because he simply disdained these garbage opponents, otherwise it was really a waste of time.
Chapter completed!