Don't bother cultivating immortals!The female supporting role changed against the sky

Chapter 662 Seeking medical treatment from Fu Shennong?

Cheng Shiyuan suddenly paused, as if he remembered something.

"Before the 100-person arena ended, you and several other Central Continent monks were besieged. You were about to fall out of the arena, but you were close to Chu Jiucheng at that time, and the sword of Chu Jiucheng that you bumped into was smashed back!"

"That person is you, right?!"

The anger on Luo Yi's face disappeared instantly, and Lin Qi's face suddenly realized.

This feels so damn familiar.

She suddenly raised her hand to hold Luo Yi's collar: "Tell me, do you have a way to safely enter the Beiquan?!"

Luo Yi's scalp was numb: "I..."

"If not, then kill him to share the spoils."

Cheng Shiyuan said a word calmly, which immediately scared Luo Yi to the point of trembling.

"Yes, I do!" Luo Yi shouted quickly.

I'm afraid that if I'm a second too late, my neck will be wiped.

Lin Qi looked as if she was like this: "Tell me carefully."

"I broke a little secret on the road and got a broken flute. The sound of the flute seems to be able to suppress the power of the Fountain of Sadness, making people less affected by the Fountain of Sadness."

Lin Qi and Cheng Shiyuan looked at each other, "Is the impact just getting smaller?"

"Of course, otherwise what else do you want?"

Lin Qi didn't believe it: "Even if the sound of the flute can suppress the power of the Bei Quan, you can't enter the Bei Quan. Then what are you doing so loudly?"

"Can't I simply dislike these people?"

"Okay. But if you don't have the confidence to rely on me, and I lend you some courage, you wouldn't dare to offend people like this."

Luo Yi opened his mouth, wanting to ask Lin Qi why he knew him so well.

His eyes wandered for a long time, and when he encountered Lin Qi's half-smiling expression, he finally chose to confess: "Not only did I get a broken flute in that secret realm, but I also got an inheritance that allows me to freely go in and out of the fountain of sorrow."

"that's it?"

Luo Yi almost jumped out of anger, "What do you mean it's just that? If you have the ability, try it?! I got this by my own strength."

Cheng Shiyuan said quietly: "There are many monks who come to Bei Quan from all directions, and there are also many monks who encounter the secret realm. But not everyone happens to get a piccolo that restrains the power of Bei Quan, and not everyone can get it. The inheritance can come and go freely in the Fountain of Sorrow.”

Luo Yi hummed, "You are just jealous!"

Lin Qi was not in the mood to argue with Luo Yi, and just asked: "The environment is good tonight, you can try the broken flute later. I want to see how it suppresses the spring of sorrow."

Cheng Shiyuan was reminded, "Do you want to enter the Fountain of Sadness today?"

"The ninth-grade sacred grass has been born. The later you go, the harder it will be to get it. Since you are already near the Spring of Sorrow, you can't come here in vain."

Luo Yi has no choice.

Finally, under the gaze of Lin Qi and Cheng Shiyuan, he carefully played the broken flute.

The whining sound of the flute enters the ears, like fine needles hitting people's eardrums, which makes people's faces distorted.

The corners of Cheng Shiyuan's mouth twitched and he couldn't help complaining: "It's really ugly. The six arts of a gentleman, the Luo family didn't teach you at all?"

Luo Yi quit, "Why don't you come?!"

Lin Qi silently took out two balls of cotton to cover her ears, and said to Cheng Shiyuan: "I'll try entering the Beiquan first. You watch him outside and don't let him stop."

Cheng Shiyuan nodded slightly, "Be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Qi had already broken into the original restricted range of Beiquan.

The sadness and depression instantly enveloped Lin Qi like sea water, constantly seeping into her blood and bones.

My heart was so heavy that I felt like I couldn't breathe.

The tips of her ears twitched slightly, and when she heard Luo Yi's unpleasant flute sound, the pressure on Lin Qi suddenly became much lighter. She subconsciously quickened her pace, panted slightly, and explored her surroundings.

However, only halfway through, the sound of the flute suddenly disappeared.

Overlapping emotions of sadness and depression surged into Lin Qi's mind and heart, wrapping her up unexpectedly.

This time, Lin Qi truly realized the powerlessness of other monks when they broke into the Fountain of Sorrow.

She pulled out a dagger and slashed her arm.

Blood flows out, and pain spreads throughout the body, stimulating the person's brain to wake up a little, but there is also a faint feeling of refreshment in this wakefulness.

It makes people want to continue involuntarily.

Lin Qi realized this, and fear spread in her heart instantly.

While her mind was still somewhat clear, she ran out without looking back.

By the time Lin Qi walked out of the Fountain of Sorrow, one of her arms had been scratched to pieces, and blood was dripping all the way.

Cheng Shiyuan hurried forward to help the person and said with a serious face, "Luo Yi was attacked and seriously injured. The broken flute was also taken away."

"What's going on?" Lin Qi bandaged her wound with a normal expression: "When I heard the sound of the flute suddenly disappear, I thought it was Luo Yi who took the opportunity to escape."

I didn't expect that someone would pull a trick called the oriole behind.

Luo Yi, who had just survived by chance, stuck out his head in aggrieved tone, "Don't accuse me unjustly. I just played a flute for you. Do I need to risk my life to escape?"

This statement actually makes perfect sense.

Luo Yi saw Lin Qi's calm expression and glanced at the horrific wound on her arm. He couldn't help but mutter: "It's really cruel. He can be cruel to himself, let alone an enemy like me..."

Lin Qi ignored Luo Yi and turned to look at Cheng Shiyuan, "Who is the person who took the flute?"

Cheng Shiyuan shook his head slightly, "It must have been an illusion. I didn't recognize who it was."

Lin Qi sighed, "I'm afraid I won't be able to enter the Misery Spring today, so let's rest first."

Seeing her face full of exhaustion, Cheng Shiyuan couldn't help but ask: "The Fountain of Sorrow...is it really so scary?"

Lin Qi couldn't help but recall her psychological feelings when she was in the Fountain of Sadness. She couldn't help but shudder and didn't want to think about it at all.

"If we are standing on the edge of a cliff and it is extremely dangerous, then there is a bottomless abyss in the Fountain of Sorrow. Once you enter, it will drag people down and sink, and it will be difficult to see the light of day again."

Lin Qi's description successfully made Cheng Shiyuan and Luo Yi aware of the danger of Beiquan.

On the second day, Lin Qi's wounds tended to get worse.

Cheng Shiyuan and Lin Qi themselves were very puzzled.

When monks have cultivated to their level, they can even regenerate their broken limbs and reshape their bodies. A small injury will not have much impact at all.

Under normal circumstances, one night should be enough.

The wound actually got worse? !

Cheng Shiyuan was an alchemist. He took the initiative to check Lin Qi's body, but found nothing strange.

"I see that the injured monks during this period were all treated by the pharmacist surnamed Fu. Should we go seek medical treatment from him?"

Lin Qi couldn't help but frown.

Seek medical advice from Fu Shennong?

Although Lin Qi did not have any direct conflicts with Fu Shennong, she had many conflicts with Fu Shennong's disciple Chun Jun.

Both sides have always been on opposite sides, overtly or covertly.

Lin Qi was really hesitant at this moment.

Cheng Shiyuan became even more curious, "I thought you might know each other before. Looking at you, could you be an enemy?"

(End of this chapter)