Fortunately, Song Li was strong and even if he was distracted, he would not delay his both sides.

When the three men hiding in the light of the magic weapon saw Song Li appear, they not only took the initiative to fight against Zhinu, but also rescued their dying companions, and knew that they were friends but not enemies. So they also walked out of the light and came to take care of their companions. By the way, they asked Song Li what he could help with.

"His injuries have been controlled. He will recover later and he should be able to heal." Song Li glanced at the two men and women, and roughly explained the injuries of the person on the ground. Then he looked at the woman and said, "Your injuries are not light. If you delay for a while, they will definitely become more serious."

"What should I do?" asked one of the tall men.

"Please save her." Another slightly mature man followed.

"Okay." Song Li took another pill of living sutra and handed it to the woman and said, "Since I have a fate to meet you, I will do my best to the end and send it to the Buddha to the West. This pill should be of some help to you."

Because she was just giving away the pill for free, Song Li did not talk too much about the wonderful use of this Living Sutra Pill. Whether it was good or not would be good, the woman would naturally know after taking it. If she couldn't believe her and refused to take it, Song Li would not force it.

Although the woman was pale due to the injury and was not strong enough to speak, she was quite smart. At least she did not show strong distrust of Song Li. When she saw the pills Song Li took out, her eyes lit up. When she thanked her, she reached out and took it over, and put it in her mouth without looking at it.

"Aren't you afraid that there is something wrong with my pill?" Song Li wondered when he saw her so happy. This is the reason for being on guard against others. He believed that the people in front of him would not understand. When both sides met by chance, the woman really had no reason to trust him so much.

"Don't be afraid." The pill melted immediately after entering his mouth, and the medicine power immediately spread. A hint of redness appeared on the woman's pale face, and the middle breath became more abundant.

She looked at Song Li and said, "If you have malicious intentions towards us, you don't have to save us just now. As long as you stand by, we are probably dead at the hands of the banshee. Besides, if I read correctly just now, you took Shang Qingcong with such a pill. Since you can save him, I believe this pill is not an ordinary product, and it is even more of a problem to treat my injuries. In addition..."

Speaking of this, she pointed to the injured man next to her. This person must be Shang Qingcong, whom she mentioned.

"Continue." Seeing that she was talking very well, Song Li couldn't help but admire the woman's intelligence very much, and waved her to continue talking.

"In fact, what's more important is that I know some alchemy techniques and have some experience in identifying the quality of elixirs." When the woman talked about alchemy and identifying elixirs, she showed a bit of complacent expression on her pretty face and said, "Although I can't tell at a glance what elixir you gave me, I can see that its quality is really good. The alchemist who can refine such quality elixirs is at least a saint from the fog."

Seeing this, the woman glanced at Song Li, closed her hands and bowed, "I wonder if a saint from the fog outside who is hidden in the world must have noble character, how could she secretly kill our younger generations, let alone use the deceptive means of poisoning the elixirs he has refined. I believe you will definitely disdain it."

"Haha..." Song Li couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and said, "Well, although the words that followed were complimentary, they sounded really pleasant. Please rest here first, let's talk about anything later."

After saying that, Song Li turned around and walked towards Zhinu. He had been unable to attack with all his strength just now in order to save people. Now it is time to end the battle.

"Junior Sister Chen, do you know what this person is from?" After Song Li walked away, the slightly mature man asked in a low voice.

This person's name is Feng Chengtuo, and he comes from the Yubao Sect. The magic weapon he used to protect the three of them was taken out by him.

Although they walked together, they did not come from the same sect. They were not very close to each other. However, after experiencing the battle just now and experiencing life and death together, the relationship suddenly became different.

"I don't know." The woman's name is Chen Qiuhong, who is an inner disciple of the famous Xuandan Sect in the Cangming Realm.

Xuandan Sect is a very unique sect in the Cangming Realm, and is known for its alchemy. The disciples from Xuandan Sect, both men and women, are not only good at alchemy, but also have extremely superb medical skills. What is even more rare is that Xuandan Sect’s disciples are also well-behaved in life and are willing to cure diseases and save lives.

This made the disciples of Xuandan Sect not only very famous in the Cangming Realm, but were very popular with practitioners wherever they went, and their companions would do their best to protect them when they faced the enemy.

It is usually very rare for Chen Qiuhong to be injured before others today. It is also because of this that the two people around her consciously protect Chen Qiuhong and feel a little guilty. Seeing Song Li take out elixirs to cure Chen Qiuhong, who is good at medical skills, they are grateful for his righteous actions to save others, and are also amazed by his extraordinary accomplishments in alchemy. After all, not anyone can get the recognition and praise of the disciples of the Xuandan Sect by the elixir he refined. Moreover, Chen Qiuhong also said that he is the saint of the fog outside, which is even more extraordinary.

Chen Qiuhong looked at the two people around him, and forgot Song Li's back and said, "To be honest, I am more curious about his identity than you. My Xuandan Sect is famous in the Cangming Realm, so he attaches great importance to the rising stars among alchemy masters. He knows everyone who is a little famous, but he doesn't even hear a name. But I have never heard of this saint master before, just like he suddenly appeared. This is really incredible."

"You said just now that he is the Holy Master of the Mist, is it true?" asked the tall man. The man's name is Li Minhou, who comes from the Liyun Sword Sect. Among the four people, he will be the leader of him.

"That's right." Chen Qiuhong nodded and said, "Those words I said just now were not compliments, but really thought so. At least the elixir he gave me just now is of high quality. With my current elixir skills, I can't refine them. But I really can't think of any sect and family that are good at alchemy and have such a person."

"I think he is using the Fenglei Swords. Do you think he is a disciple of the Fenglei Sect?" Li Minhou asked.

"Ah!" Chen Qiuhong was stunned and said, "How is this possible?! His attainment in alchemy is so high, how could he be a sword cultivator?"

Speaking of this, Chen Qiuhong suddenly realized that Li Minhou was a serious sword cultivator. He was afraid that he would misunderstand it, so he quickly explained: "What I mean is that both alchemy and sword art are profound and profound. It takes a lot of time and energy to achieve something. Judging from his age, he is a little older than us, and his attainment in alchemy is so high, where can he get the time to comprehend the sword art?"

"Yes." Li Minhou was not unhappy because of Chen Qiuhong's previous words. He nodded and said, "I started at the age of five and practiced diligently. I asked myself that my talent was pretty good. It took me more than twenty years to have the strength of the fourth level of Lingxi Realm, but I dare not say how clever he is in the swordsmanship. If he can really practice both elixirs and swordsmanship, and both have reached the peak, then I..."

Before Li Minhou finished speaking, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he subconsciously said, "This sword, my god, is so exquisite, how is this... possible!"

boom.

At the same time, a deafening roar also came from the side. The air waves rolled, and Chen Qiuhong and the other two were flying in their clothes. They all looked in the same direction, but saw two sword lights, one green and one blue, crossing by, and cutting them towards the colorful long silk dancing in the air like two big scissors.

Damn! Damn! Where did Qingying find this kid? His sword technique is so powerful! Zhinu looked at the sword light intertwined in the air, and his heart felt like he had drunk coptis water, bitter and astringent, and he cursed in secret.

Just now when Song Li was distracted from saving people, Zhinu tried his best to fight with Song Li. However, as Song Li focused on fighting with him, the original situation changed immediately. At this time, Zhinu realized that he had taken a lot of advantage in being able to compete with Song Li before, but now facing his fierce and fierce sword force, he was extremely unbearable.

Originally, the Zi Nu only had to use two colorful long silks to block Song Li's Fenglei Swords. Now he has used four, but he still feels like he is unable to do anything and cannot follow his heart.

Especially at this time, when Song Li urged his two swords to pass through the sky, the sword lights intertwined and entangled, like a huge pair of scissors cutting towards the colorful long silk, Zhinu suddenly had a very ominous premonition, as if he would block it hard, not only would he lose miserably, but even his own magic weapon would be trapped in.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhinu quickly put away the colorful silk and shouted loudly: "Come and help me."

At this moment, Zhinu didn't care whether his subordinates were Song Li's opponents. It would be good to be able to come and help him resist.

"Zhinu, they are almost dead." Qingying's voice came, and she said coldly: "You will die next."

"Ah! Impossible?!" Zhinu was shocked when he heard this, subconsciously glanced at the side, and then his heart was shocked.

It turned out that just when she was fully responding to Song Li's attack and had no time to look around, Qingying had seen that her subordinates had only three left.

Although Qingying was also injured in the battle, Zhinu's subordinates were even more miserable. At this time, the only three remaining people were injured and their faces turned blue. This was not caused by excessive blood loss, but was frightened by Qingying's cruelty.

Qingying's murder is as simple and direct as most demon races, but it is a bit too bloody. Especially after being caught by her, she will definitely be torn apart. The scene of blood squirting and flesh flying everywhere is quite uncomfortable even if the three of them are used to seeing the bloody scene. This also makes them feel more afraid when facing Qingying's attack. They are already at a disadvantage and are even more crushed by Qingying, as if they will be killed at any time.
Chapter completed!