Cannon Fodder Pit Fairy Road

Chapter 101 Doing Good Deeds
There were shrill shouts everywhere. You Daoxiu's Yujian came in the air, and before he flew halfway, he was burned by the flames. The heart-piercing screams stopped abruptly, and there was no trace of him anymore.

Wu Gui pulled Tong Xiaoye to hide behind a group of old men with white beards, and then panted and said, "I'm scared to death, but fortunately, the old man saw the opportunity quickly, otherwise..."

While speaking, several figures landed in front of him. A Daoxiu was half burned and fled here dying. He was stuffed with a elixir and dragged out to be healed.

Tong Xiaoye looked around with big eyes, saw Chen He in gray clothes in the crowd, and suddenly thought of Yan Qinghan.

Why hasn't he come out yet?

Speaking of Yan Qinghan, she has complicated feelings about this person.

Tong Xiaoye stayed in Baihualou when he was five years old, and left until he was nine years old. For more than three years, Yan Qinghan was their most stable and caring guest, and he treated the two girls as equals, not like the favor of a powerful force. guest, but like a kind big brother.

When Yan Qinghan was in a good mood, he also taught her to read and write, and told her outside stories.

During the three years when her brother left, she occasionally felt that Yan Qinghan was her other brother.

But Xue He died because of him.

Tong Xiaoye was tangled in his heart, and suddenly heard the exclamation of the tide around him.

When she raised her head, she saw the man in green clothes walking like a god from the raging flames. The fire drifted across his clothes without leaving a trace. The green clothes were still clean and tidy, as if he was just walking in the suburbs.

What kind of cultivation is this guy?
Tong Xiaoye opened his mouth wide like everyone else, and it took him a long time to recover.

"Your Highness is really powerful, even the Liuyang fire can't hurt you at all!"

"Sure enough, a hero is born as a boy, we old man is useless!"

The old Taoists of the Jindan stage around praised him one after another, Yan Qinghan smiled indifferently, and said modestly: "Senior praised me absurdly, and this junior just took advantage of the spiritual root."

As soon as these words came out, the monks who understood immediately widened their eyes.

Tong Xiaoye paused for a moment, and a flash of light flashed in his head - this Yan Qinghan is actually a single fire root?
Ning Yuan has a single ice spirit root, so he is not afraid of the cold ice in the Xuanbing Cave in the late stage of foundation establishment. Judging by Yan Qinghan's age, his cultivation should not be at the Golden Core Stage. If he can resist the Six Yang Fire, except With some heaven-defying magic weapons, there is only a possibility of a single fire root.

And he took the initiative to say that it was because of the spirit root.

The monks in the spiritless land are old and mature, so they naturally understand better than Tong Xiaoye, and soon an old man greeted him warmly: "Your Highness has excellent qualifications, it is a waste of time in this desolate place, have you ever considered going to Qianlong Continent to develop? My Danyang Sect will definitely give Your Highness the best opportunity to practice."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of old men began to talk to each other.

"My Chengtian Sect is the number one sect in Qianlong Continent, Your Highness will definitely make this trip worthwhile."

"I don't know if Your Highness has considered that our Xiaoyaomen are all beautiful female disciples!"

"My Wanqing Valley has a sky-level fire cultivation technique. I wonder if His Highness is interested?"

All of a sudden, the usually proud old men turned into aunts in the vegetable market and introduced their own schools one after another.

Tong Xiaoye watched from a distance, all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred arose spontaneously.

Sure enough, qualifications are the last word. I am a dog and ignore buns, but Yan Qinghan is a fragrant bun.

Yan Qinghan smiled indifferently, and said in his mouth: "Qianlong Continent has outstanding people, and this junior has been fascinated for a long time, and I will definitely think about it when I go back." He said: "There are still a lot of injured people who escaped there, please seniors send someone to treat them first."

His eyes were pitiful, as if he really cared about the life and death of those lowly people.

Only Tong Xiaoye knows that Yan Qinghan is really such a person, he never puts on airs when getting along with others, and often helps the weak, so he treats her and Xue He, two women who make a living in brothels, as equals.

The old Taoists were all stunned. They never expected that this honorable prince would care about those ants. Someone slapped a haha, echoed a few words and left; someone symbolically called a few disciples to save people , More old men stood in front of the magic circle, calling for the body trainers to come and hand in the treasures they found.

Not many Tixiu escaped alive, nearly a thousand people went in, and no more than 30 people came out intact, including Tong Xiaoye, and most of them had large and small injuries.

Wu Gui took Tong Xiaoye to hand in the storage bag, and the old man who inspected took a look at Wu Gui, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "You old guy, you are worthy of the old man's painstaking cultivation, you are really lucky! "

Wu Gui repeatedly said yes, handed in the storage bag, swiped it with the waist card, and there was a string of numbers on it, which should be something like contribution points.

The old man finished collecting his storage bag, glanced at Tong Xiaoye, and asked, "Boy, you happen to have ten contribution points, and you can test your spiritual root once. Do you want to follow me to test your spiritual root?"

Tong Xiaoye hurriedly shook his head: "No, I want to save the contribution points to exchange for the elixir that enhances the physique!"

Because most of the body repairers do not have spiritual roots, it is useless to spend contribution points. Many body repairers choose not to test their spiritual roots, and save their contribution points so that they can be exchanged for some pills to strengthen their bodies. Tong Xiaoye's choice is normal .

The old man swiped her waist card, and Tong Xiaoye poked in with his true energy to see that there were ten more contribution points on it.

Fifteen contribution points can be exchanged for a Tendon-cleaning Yisui Pill, but she never expected that she would not be able to exchange for anything after working so hard.

After leaving the magic circle with a bitter face, Wu Gui asked curiously: "You little guy, you look very clever, why don't you test your spiritual roots, if you have spiritual roots, change some basic exercises, It will be very helpful in the future.”

Tong Xiaoye suddenly realized, and said with a smile: "Senior, is this how you got your skills?"

Wu Gui touched his bald chin proudly, and said with a smile: "Yes, old man, I still have a rare pair of spiritual roots! It's just that I am too old and started too late in cultivating immortals, so I had to take this opportunity to change some pills. Let's see if we can make up for it."

Dual Lingen. . .

With such qualifications, he is considered a half-genius in Qianlong Continent!
As a result, he was delayed in the spiritless land and became a hopeless old man.

The two were about to part ways when a monk suddenly called out, "You two come here, there are a bunch of dying people on the ground waiting to be cleaned up!"

Wu Gui's face immediately sank.

Tong Xiaoye looked back at the group of moaning people lying on the ground, and walked back to the formation resignedly.

She knew that Yan Qinghan asked these monks to save people, but the injuries were all lowly physical cultivators. Where would the great immortals do it themselves, naturally they still had to work for survivors like them.

There were only six surviving intact body repairers, and they were all driven back.

"Where can these people be saved? What's the use of being alive if they are burned without arms and legs?"

Wu Gui complained angrily, helped a guy who was slightly injured, and took a clean white cloth to help him bandage the wound.

But Tong Xiaoye noticed a young man.

His entire arm was completely broken, and the bleeding couldn't be stopped no matter what, but the other parts were still intact. He bit his lip tightly, trying to stop the bleeding with the only remaining arm, but it was very difficult to do so.

Tong Xiaoye strode over, picked up the hemostatic medicine prepared by the monks, and carefully cleaned the wound for him.

This arm was cut off by Qi Gen. It should be that he decisively chose the strong man to cut off his arm as soon as he touched Mars, and thus saved his life.

Tong Xiaoye especially admired this kind of resolute, calm and decisive man.

His storage bag was still hanging on his body, probably because he lost too much blood and couldn't get up, so he hadn't gone out to return it, but there was a formation at the exit, and the storage bag would have to be handed in sooner or later.

Although the great immortals were ruthless, the wound medicine left behind was surprisingly effective, and it stopped the bleeding within a short period of time.

Tong Xiaoye finished bandaging him, helped him to sit aside, and turned around to find the next person worthy of rescue.

The young man opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at the busy little figure.

This is the second time I was saved by her!
Last year in the cave, Huashi Hongmei wanted to drain his essence, and it was this little girl who rushed in to save her. When she walked away in a hurry and didn't recognize him, he remembered this kindness in his heart.

I wanted to repay her kindness wholeheartedly, but I didn't expect that I owed her again before my kindness was repaid.

But Tong Xiaoye had no impression of this person, so he chose the slightly injured person to help him bandage up, and called Wu Gui: "Senior Wu, the rest of the people are still living in pain, why don't you help them out?"

The rest are only half of the body was burned, or half of the internal organs were burned away, all relying on the strength of the body to save one's breath. Although the effect of the monk's wound medicine is good, it can't save such a person.

As for those immortal pills that can regenerate broken limbs, no one would be willing to throw them on them.

Wu Gui sighed, swung his knife and hacked to death a dying man who only knew pain.

Tong Xiaoye saw the gratitude in his eyes before he died.

These people escaped with all their might at the beginning, but in a blink of an eye they saw that their bodies were burnt to pieces, and the breath that supported them was gone, leaving only pain in their lives.

But they don't even have the ability to kill themselves.

Most of the storage bags were burned during the escape, and even if there were some left, Tong Xiaoye didn't want to take their things, so he helped those who could talk to write down the addresses of their family members, and then watched Wu Gui stab each other with the knife. They dealt with it together.

She just couldn't get her hands on something like that.

Wu Gui was obviously used to it, he quickly dealt with the rest of the people, set the fire on fire together, then pulled two carts over, and Tong Xiaoye and Tong Xiaoye each took the survivors to hand in the task.

I don't know if it was Yan Qinghan's order, but the monks waiting at the entrance of the magic circle didn't exploit these people, and also recorded their contribution points according to the materials they got.

The two pushed the cart full of disabled people out the door, not knowing where to send them for a while.

A man with a broken arm came over and said in a low voice: "My son is waiting for you in front, and will help you arrange a way out."

Tong Xiaoye was slightly taken aback, and suddenly realized that the young man should be Yan Qinghan.

(End of this chapter)