Chapter 1472: Purple Knife Gate

Could it be that Hu Yuer found a master to kill him?
This is impossible, if Hu Yuer knew such a powerful master, he would not be hunted down. The cultivation base of this old man is definitely stronger than the old man he killed.
"who are you?"
Zhang Yifeng almost exhausted all his energy, and when he asked this sentence, his voice was extremely hoarse.
"Who I am, it doesn’t matter, what’s important is that I know who you are. Tsk tsk, whoever wants to catch you, that’s a great achievement! Your life is invaluable. You are the only blame. You should not be offended if you are offended. People. Now, come with me, don’t worry, I won’t kill you now."
The old man laughed. It seemed very happy.
The practitioners around noticed the movement here, but none of them stepped forward to take care of their affairs, because they recognized the identity of the old man.
"Isn't this the great elder of the Purple Knife Sect? How did this kid get into the Purple Sword Sect. Looking at this, I am immortal and disabled."
"Let's go, go into the city, don't be nosy."
The old man noticed the discussion around him and whispered: "This is not a place to talk, come with me. I will take you to receive the reward."
Although these talking cultivators dare not attack the old man, this is the official way to enter the royal city, and there are still many masters. He must also keep a low profile.
However, just as the old man was about to take Zhang Yifeng away, another figure flew from the horizon. This was a middle-aged man with a slightly short stature.
The middle-aged fell directly in front of the old man, his eyes sharp.
"People from the Purple Blade?"
The middle-aged glanced at the old man.
"Yes, I'm Elder Wen from Zidaomen, I don't know why fellow Taoist is blocking my way." Elder Wen asked lightly while looking at the middle-aged.
Who knows, the middle-aged did not answer, but sneered: "Since you are from the Zidaomen, then die!"
The middle-aged voice was still floating, and he had already attacked Elder Wen.
Elder Wen's face became cold, and while backing away, he said, "Are you going to fight against my Zidaomen?"
"I specialize in killing the offal of the Zidaomen!" The middle-aged had a cold expression, as he gritted his teeth when talking about the Zidaomen. I want to come to have a grudge against the Zidaomen!
"you wanna die!"
"You are the one looking for death!"
Without saying anything, the middle-aged took the lead in attacking, with a strong aura, which seemed to be higher than the old man.
Zhang Yifeng knew immediately that the opportunity had come. But his body couldn't move at all, and the injury was so serious that he couldn't even fly the sword.
"Hong Ling, don't wake up yet."
Zhang Yifeng kept calling Hong Ling, but it was a pity that Hong Ling seemed to sleep deeply.
Zhang Yifeng almost wanted to cry without tears. After calling many times, Hong Ling still did not wake up, even though the heart of the corpse beast had been repairing his meridians, he could not recover his mobility in a short time.
"What are you telling me to do, so sleepy..."
Just when Zhang Yifeng was about to give up, Hong Ling's voice finally came, as if he was not awake.
"Hurry up and take me away!"
Zhang Yifeng spoke anxiously, but fortunately it was thought transmission, otherwise he would not even have the strength to speak.
"what?"
Hong Ling rubbed his eyes, and then carefully sensed the movement around him. With this sense, he discovered that Zhang Yifeng was lying on the ground, unable to move, and seemed to be dying.
Although Hong Ling was very sleepy, he appeared next to Zhang Yifeng for the first time and ran away quickly holding Zhang Yifeng.
The speed of the red spirit was so fast that it disappeared within a few flashes.
The old man knew that Zhang Yifeng had been rescued by a mysterious person, but he could not be distracted. Now he could not care about Zhang Yifeng at all.
After being rescued by Hong Ling, Zhang Yifeng passed out into a coma.
The old man's slap was too heavy and his body was too tired.
Zhang Yifeng didn't know how long he slept, and finally opened his eyes.
"Zhang Yifeng, you finally woke up, I'm so sleepy and hungry."
Hong Ling's voice came immediately.
"Hong Ling, are you hungry?"
Zhang Yifeng's weak voice came, and Hong Ling was so sleepy and hungry.
In fact, Zhang Yifeng has been in a coma for three days, and Hong Ling has been guarding him all these days.
For these three days, Hong Ling was not only sleepy, but also hungry. But she did not Zhang Yifeng's blood.
"Well, I'm hungry."
Zhang Yifeng frowned and said, "Why don't you my blood?"
"Your body is very weak, I dare not your blood."
"You stupid girl, you go crazy when hungry. Come and drink a little."
Zhang Yifeng slowly raised his hand, and after three days of recovery, his meridians were still broken in many places, but his body could barely move. At the same time, these broken meridians are still recovering under the nourishment of the heart of the corpse beast.
The heart of the corpse beast is indeed a treasure of healing, as long as it has a breath, it can be resurrected in place.
Zhang Yifeng took some healing pills, and then he felt better.
"But your body..." Hong Ling hesitated.
"I know my body, you drink a little, first slowly, when I get better, let you drink more."
"OK then."
Hong Ling nodded, then opened her mouth and took a bite on Zhang Yifeng's arm. After a while, she released her mouth. After all, her face was ruddy. But although Hong Ling was not so hungry, it seemed even more sleepy!
Zhang Yifeng said towards Hong Ling: "If you are sleepy, go to sleep."
Hong Ling shook his head and said: "It's okay, I can hold on. When you get better, I...I'll sleep again... You check it first. Your physical injury..."
"Ok."
Zhang Yifeng didn't have much, and carefully checked his injuries.
During this inspection, Zhang Yifeng said that not all the meridians in his body were broken.
Including a main meridian leading to the most precious place was also broken.
Not to say, he now...
"Hong Ling, um, can you take off your clothes and show me."
Thinking of this, Zhang Yifeng immediately spoke to Hong Ling.
Hong Ling was taken aback for a moment, her face was a little red at the time, she was no longer the ignorant girl who didn't wear clothes and didn't feel ashamed.
"That... what do you want to do?"
Zhang Yifeng couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't think about being crooked, I seem to have been tricked somewhere. I want to see if I have temporarily lost a certain ability. You don't have to take it all off, as long as the action is a little more charming."
"You... didn't lie to me?" Hong Ling looked at Zhang Yifeng warily, his sleepiness seemed to fade a lot.
"I definitely didn't lie to you!" Zhang Yifeng said with a pure expression.
Hong Ling began to undress in disbelief, and his snow-white skin was revealed in Zhang Yifeng's line of sight.
That perfect body can make all men want to stop.
Zhang Yifeng also wanted to stop, but he found that no matter how excited he was, he just didn't respond.
"Okay, don't take it off, it seems that there is indeed something wrong with me. Zidaomen, I remember you."
Zhang Yifeng didn't know what kind of school the Zidaomen was, and why he wanted to catch him. But it doesn't mean that this matter is forgotten.
Zhang Yifeng must figure out who is trying to get him.