C12 Ancient Land

"Brother, this time we'll definitely be able to get the Dragon Raising Grass." The sixteen to seventeen year old girl, carrying her brother's hand and carrying the medicinal basket, climbed up the mountain step by step. Occasionally, the mountain wind would blow through the trees and gently lift up the girl's hair, revealing her delicate and delicate face, just like the orchids deep in the mountains.

"Hmm, the previous time I came here, I have already matured to 80 to 90%." Furthermore, with Xiao Jin's protection, there will definitely be no problem. " The elder brother held the scythe in his right hand and cut through a patch of thorns, clearing the path before pulling the younger sister up.

"Brother, what is that? It seems to be a person. "

He looked in the direction that his sister was pointing at. There was a person lying in the grass, and he didn't move at all.

"I'll go take a look first. You stay here."

"Right."

He pushed aside the weeds, split the brambles and shrubs and approached them.

He saw a young man in a coma. His clothes were torn and tattered, and there was even a large amount of solidified blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Sister, come quickly. It's a heavily injured person."

"He's coming." The young girl walked up to the unconscious youth and observed him for a moment before checking his pulse. Her brows were locked together as she said, "He seems to have suffered a very serious injury and is now in a deep coma."

"What should we do?"

"We'll bring it back later. We need to collect the Dragon Raising Grass first."

"Mm. Alright. We'll let Xiao Jin carry him later and settle him first. "

"Wait." The young girl stopped her brother. "Brother, look at the surroundings. There aren't any traces of plants moving. How did he appear here?"

"Yeah, it's weird. However, with such a heavy injury, it would be bad if he wasn't treated. "

"Leave him here first. "Let's pick the herbs first."

"Fine." The elder brother looked at the youth and followed his younger sister.

Ascending Dragon Grass grows on the cliff, root into the rock body, outside the rock three star grass leaves, like fern leaves. The root of the Ascending Dragon Grass was a brownish-brown colored color. It grew for one inch every three hundred years, and would only mature after three inches.

The Ascending Dragon Grass had almost reached the maturity of 900 years. If it wasn't for Xiao Jin, the young girl's spirit beast, finding it, they probably wouldn't have been able to find it.

They finally arrived at the cliff. The mountain wind was blowing, whistling, and his soul was shocking.

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin!"

Hiss ~ ~ A giant snake's head was hovering over the cliff. The giant snake was black in color. It had a fiery red chicken crown with the word 'King' engraved underneath. Its eyes were dark green and gloomy. It was terrifying. This giant snake was Xiao Jin. No matter how he looked at it, this snake wasn't small. It was a King's Snake, but it was actually called Xiao Jin. When he looked at the snake again, he didn't seem to care at all. He was even very happy with this name.

Xiao Jin walked in front of the young girl, extended his tongue and lightly licked her hand. The young girl lightly patted the snake face in response.

"Alright, Xiao Jin, can you help us gather the Dragon Raising Grass?"

Xiao Jin lowered his head slightly and turned around. After a while, he heard the sound of rocks falling. After a while, Xiao Jin arrived in front of the young girl with the three-inch long Dragon Ascension Grass.

The young girl took the Dragon Raising Grass and happily said, "Thank you, Xiao Jin." "Oh right, we met an injured person on the mountain road. Help us take him for a ride."

Xiao Jin slightly lowered his head to express his agreement. Shortly after, the two of them arrived at the place where the young man was unconscious. The young man didn't move at all; he was still the same as when he left.

The young girl cleaned up the unconscious youth and a handsome face appeared in front of her. This young man had a strange sense of familiarity with her, causing her to blush.

"Ah, oh. Big Brother, put him on Little Gold's back. "

"Alright." The older brother quickly carried the unconscious youth onto the back of the snake.

"Alright, let's go."

.................................................................................................................................................................................. Grand Warlock, can this person be saved? " The young girl asked.

The Grand Warlock waved his emaciated, bark like hands. "Wait, let me enter his body and have a look."

The Grand Warlock straightened his black robes, sat down, and placed the cane across his knees. He silently recited an ancient and obscure incantation, and after a while, the Grand Warlock stopped speaking and a strand of dark green gas left his body, drilling into the young man's ear.

In a short moment, he entered the youth's sea of consciousness. The glowing white Argent White Sword floated in the air, flickering with a faint light. The Grand Warlock slowly approached, wanting to get close to the Argent White Sword. The Argent White Sword flashed, and a sword intent appeared in a flash. The Grand Warlock's soul trembled, and retreated out of the young man's sea of consciousness at lightning speed, returning to his body.

"Ah!" The Grand Warlock let out a miserable cry, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"What a terrifying sword intent."

"Grand Warlock, are you alright?" The Grand Warlock? "

"It's fine, it's fine. He should be fine too, don't treat him poorly. This person is very powerful, and he has a sword in his sea of consciousness. It's truly terrifying. Don't carelessly investigate him, or else you will be injured. "

"Okay. Great Mage, don't worry! "

.......................................................................................................................................................................... Eh? Where is this?

Jian Xingyu opened his eyes. The roof of the thatched cottage, simple wooden furniture and the smell of many herbs.

He wanted to move his body a little, but he seemed to be unconscious. He sunk into his sea of consciousness and sensed the existence of the Argent White Sword, but was unable to move the sword at all.

Trouble. Jian Xingyu rolled his eyes and tried to use his soul consciousness to control the object. His soul consciousness wrapped around the teacup on the table, slowly raising the cup and moving it left and right. It was effective indeed.

Jian Xingyu was overjoyed. Using his divine sense, he pulled out a healing elixir and took it into his mouth. The immortal pills melted when they entered his mouth and spiritual energy filled his body. He gradually began to feel it, but the pain was unbearable. In addition to the excessive consumption of his soul consciousness, he fainted.

Dozens of days passed and Jian Xingyu woke up again. It was the same situation, the same scenery. Jian Xingyu consumed another elixir. When he was feeling slightly happy, he suddenly screamed out: "Troublesome!" He fainted again.

When he woke up, Jian Xingyu rolled his eyes and was shocked. The face of a beautiful woman? I'm sorry, but it's a face like an old tree, with mysterious eyes.

"Ah!" "~ Ghost!

"Young man!" Don't shout! " "I'm the Great Mage, and I'm healing you right now," the old tree's withered face said solemnly.

Jian Xingyu shut his mouth and looked at the old man, the Great Mage. At the same time, he used his own consciousness to check on his body, but with the help of the immortal pills, his body had recovered back to normal. It was just that the strange thing was that his cultivation did not increase at all, and he also observed the Argent White Sword.

"Strange, strange!" The Grand Warlock muttered to himself for a long time. "Your wounds seem to have healed."

"It's done." Jian Xingyu smiled embarrassedly, "It seems like there's something wrong."

"Alright, just get up and walk around. You've been unconscious for 35 days."

"What?" Thirty-five days? "

"Thirty-five days. Not a day more, not a day less."

Jian Xingyu jumped out of the bed like a carp, stretched lazily and bowed to the Grand Warlock, "Thank you for saving me!"

"I didn't save you, this is …"

"Hand over the Ascending Dragon Grass!" Otherwise, take your sister away! "

"Let go of my sister!"

"Brother!" "Howl …"

There was a hubbub outside, as if someone had been kidnapped and threatened to hand over the Rising Dragon Grass.

"Troublesome, Jian Xingyu patted the back of his head." "What nonsense are you talking about? Let's go out and take a look."

The horse-faced burly man held the young girl in his left hand and the long blade in his right hand. He looked ferocious, and the group of people behind him were cheering him on. How awe-inspiring. Opposite the big man was a young man who was facing him with a machete in his hand.

"That girl and this guy are the ones who saved you." The Great Mage appeared beside Jian Xingyu without a sound.

"Let her go!" Jian Xingyu took a step forward.

"Who do you think you are?"

"Didn't you hear me tell you to let her go?"

"Brat, don't be so arrogant. Quickly hand over the Dragon Raising Grass or else I'll take your sister as my wife."

"Ha ha-ha, Madam Wang! "Madame Wang Zhaoge!" Everyone burst into cheers.

Eh? Jian Xingyu moved his zhen yuan as if it wanted to shoot out a stream of sword qi. All of the meridians in his body twitched and a wave of dizziness hit him.

"Hahaha, boy, so you're a sickly person."

Jian Xingyu's sword-like eyebrows creased. He pulled out the Spirit Sword on his back.

The brawny man and the others were frightened as they thought to themselves, "Kid, don't do anything reckless, that girl is still in my hands!"

"Is that so?" Jian Xingyu smiled playfully, leaving behind afterimages. His sword had disappeared, but the girl was nowhere to be seen.

"How is this possible? "Ah ~ ~" The sturdy man let out a blood-curdling scream as his head separated from his body.

"Are you okay?"

"Ah ~ ~" The young girl cried out in alarm. "It's alright, thank you."

"You're too courteous. It was you who saved me first. This can be considered to be repaying your favor."

"Ahh ~ ~ ~ It's you?!" The girl blushed, but Jian Xingyu didn't notice.

"Pa Pa Pa!" Smiling Face did not make a sound, while Guan Fengyun did. " A gentleman with elegant demeanor walked out from the Feather Fan Classic.

"Sir, you have a good sword art." "Excuse me, but I'll introduce myself. I'm Guan Fengyun."

"Thank you." I don't know what you want to say, but looking at how mister is coming out of the darkness, he's not normal. "

"It's not a good thing for a young man to not know how to be modest." The Word of the Saints, the Humble, the Virtuous. "

"Cut the crap. What kind of advice do you have? "

"We don't dare to do so just for their Dragon Raising Grass."

"Dragon Raising Grass, that's impossible, that's the medicine used to treat my little brother's illness. Without the Dragon Raising Grass, my brother will lose his life. " The young girl said loudly.

Jian Xingyu threw up his hands, "Look, this is for saving a life. As a student of a saint, Mr. Wu He, could it be that you want to forcefully snatch it?"

"Fine, fine, fine. I'll just give it a try." Guan Fengyun waved his fan lightly, and with each step he took, three powerful palm auras split into three paths, the upper, the middle and the lower, and attacked Jian Xingyu.

Wu Tie quickly moved to the left and waved his sword three times consecutively, sending out sword qi in retaliation. Guan Fengyun was neither fast nor slow. He stepped on the wind and clouds, dodging gently. It was just that dozens of blades behind Guan Fengyun were separated from his body.

"So powerful!" "So vicious!" Guan Fengyun turned into a shadow and attacked from close range. Wu Tie could not move the Sword Essence, and could only counterattack with the miraculous mortal sword technique.

The two of them moved like the wind and lightning. At that moment, the dust and clouds were flying everywhere and the color of the battlefield was changing. Luckily, Jian Xingyu managed to lure him away from the crowd and did not cause any tragedy.

"AHH!" Jian Xingyu screamed as he was sent flying by Guan Fengyun's palm. He then fell to the ground and spat out blood.

"Youngster, you're still too inexperienced."

"You're a cultivator at the Late Spirit Realm!"

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that you would also be an outsider." From the looks of it, you are only at the late Foundation Establishment stage. However, you are severely injured and are unable to use your true essence. Hahaha. "

Guan Fengyun was overjoyed. "Let me tell you, junior, this is an ancient land, the Forgotten Land. You will never be able to leave. But today, the Japanese have shown great kindness to the saints, and they can help you leave. "

"Oh? Help me leave? "

Guan Fengyun laughed, "I'll send you off just like that." The flying sword rose up and struck towards Jian Xingyu like lightning. Jian Xingyu was unwilling, but his consciousness sank into the Argent White Sword and he activated it with all his might. Unfortunately, the sky and earth spun, and he fainted.

"Hahaha." Guan Fengyun laughed, but the flying sword did not stop and pierced towards Jian Xingyu.