In front of the Black Mist Mountains, a fierce battle ended.

"Fu Bao! You hid it so deeply until the very end..."

The middle-aged man in blue robe was in the late stage of foundation building, his body was charred black, and his abdomen was pierced by a purple electric spear.

He fell to the ground with a "plop" and died.

Opposite him, Junior Brother Cheng, wearing a scarf, was lying on the ground, his face was bloodless, and his aura was extremely dim.

His talisman only had the last blow left, and his opponent was in the late stage of foundation building who was almost in full strength and extremely vigilant.

Junior Brother Cheng reached out with difficulty, but the storage bag on his body was long gone, and the hidden leather storage bag was also given to Fu Dong.

There is no more medicine left.

He wanted to crawl towards the middle-aged man in blue robe and get his storage bag, but he couldn't lift it up at all.

The injuries inside the body are fatal, life is irreversibly lost, and ordinary medicine cannot save it.

Junior Brother Cheng's mouth turned bitter, he gave up struggling and lay quietly on the ground.

As he was dying, he heard a slight sound of walking.

An ordinary young man in the foundation-building period enters the blurry field of vision.

The other party first came to the body of the middle-aged man in blue robe and took the latter's storage bag.

However, he walked up to Junior Brother Cheng and said:

"I'm a passing scavenger. What are your last words?"

The voice of the foundation-building young man was also ordinary, without any characteristics.

"Scavenger?"

Junior Brother Cheng still has the last glimmer of clarity and knows the meaning of these three words.

Near some immortal cities with chaotic public security, there is a kind of immortal cultivator who specializes in collecting the remains of the dead.

Murderous treasure hunters are in a hurry and often fail to take away all the items, making some omissions.

This scavenger did not immediately kill him, but asked him for his last words, which was considered a conscientious thing.

"I, Cheng Kangping, the eighth disciple of Zhenren Huanglong, have some magic weapons left on my body and my robes are still valuable. I hope you can bury me. It would be best if you can report to Huanglong Mountain."

Senior Brother Cheng did not expect the other party to save his life. There was no cure for his injury, or a skilled pharmacist could take action in time. It would be in vain.

"Well, that's all?"

"Junior Sister Fu...forming pills..."

Junior Brother Cheng closed his eyes and died.

The ordinary-looking Foundation Establishment young man had a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This direct disciple of Huang Long, his last concern before his death was actually his junior sister.

Whoops!

The foundation-building young man used his magic power to collect Senior Brother Cheng's body, including his belongings, into a big bag.

After taking one last look at the corpse of Lanpao Zhuji to confirm that there were no omissions, his figure flew past the Black Mist Mountains.

Half an hour later.

A stream of spiritual pressure from the fake elixir came from high in the sky.

The visitor was a sturdy middle-aged man wearing a wide robe and cassock, it was Xiang Jinglong.

"Useless things!"

Xiang Jinglong glanced at the corpse of the middle-aged man in blue robe, and scanned it with his consciousness. There were no valuable relics, and he couldn't help but let out a soft "poof".

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Two days later.

Black foggy mountains at night

Ouch~

Dozens of demon wolves surrounded a seriously injured and pale-faced young man in a cotton-padded jacket.

The leader of the demon wolf was at the early stage of the second level. He stared at the cotton-padded young man with cunning eyes, and from time to time he would test and attack the injured side of his arm.

"Brother Cheng, I'm useless, just a waste! If I had known this, I might as well have died in Huanglong Mountain..."

Fu Dong, who was in a desperate situation, felt sad inside.

After escaping from Huanglong Mountain, he had been injured. When he was chased, his injuries worsened and his energy was greatly depleted.

I escaped to the Black Mist Mountains alone. Unfortunately, I was targeted by this group of demon wolves because I was not familiar with the nearby terrain.

Harassed and attacked by wolves, Fu Dong's mana was consumed, his condition became worse and worse, and the wounds on his body continued to increase.

Whoosh!

Not far away, in the low altitude, a ray of light came in time.

"The Black Mist Mountains are different from the human world."

A familiar male voice came.

"Some monsters have an extremely sensitive sense of smell. Even if you stop the bleeding, bandage the wound, and remove the bloody smell from your body, you may still be detected..."

"Brother Cheng!"

Fu Dong was shocked, looking at the familiar figure wearing a scarf, tears filled his eyes.

After "Junior Brother Cheng" came over, he didn't take any action and deliberately released the spiritual pressure of the late stage of foundation building.

Ouch!

The alpha wolf at the early stage of the second stage shrank his head in fear and fled with the pack of wolves without even thinking.

Wait until the wolves are gone.

Junior Brother Cheng groaned, his face turned pale, his breath was weak, and he fell to the ground helplessly.

"Brother Cheng!"

Fu Dong came over in a hurry and stumbled, causing injuries and almost falling.

"It's just a physical deficit, nothing serious."

Junior Brother Cheng forced a smile.

With Fu Dong's help, he went to the foot of a mountain downwind, took two pills, and began to sit cross-legged to heal his injuries.

"Brother Cheng, great! You escaped the pursuit?"

"Well, I still have one last chance for my talisman to come up with a thrilling design to kill that person..."

Lu Changan described it "truthfully".

He could find Fu Dong easily because he had sent a ground rock rat with a keen sense of smell to follow him.

In the Black Mist Mountains, the rock rat is more adaptable to the environment than him.

"Counterattack?"

After Fu Dong was overjoyed, his expression turned gloomy again.

He secretly thought: "Sure enough, without my dragging down Brother Cheng can show greater strength,"

An hour later, Lu Changan's breath returned, and a trace of blood appeared on his face.

He opened his eyes and found Fu Dong, who was responsible for the release, looking at him blankly.

In his eyes, in addition to gratitude and respect, there was also a trace of exploration.

"Brother Cheng, you did not hesitate to use your body as a cover for my sister to form a pill. You almost died without a burial place before to save me."

"Even if...you like my sister, is all this you have done worth it?"

Fu Dong couldn't bear it, so he finally opened his heart and spoke his true feelings.

In the past, he heard rumors from Huanglong's lineage that Junior Brother Cheng, who had been expelled from the school, was interested in his sister.

When Fu Xuemei was first admitted to the Huanglong Sect, Senior Brother Cheng took good care of his two siblings.

After getting along with each other for the past few days, Fu Dong was convinced of this.

Like your sister?

When Lu Changan heard this, he felt strange in his heart.

Considering what Junior Brother Cheng did and his last words before his death, all this makes sense.

"You don't have to feel indebted."

Lu Changan spoke calmly and calmly.

"Although I have some affection for your sister, my master has been generously compensated for being a front in Huanglong Mountain. If Huanglong Mountain's formation had not been broken so quickly, the risk would not have been as great as you think."
To be continued...