"Holy crap! Li Qingyun, are you okay?"
Zhang Xiaohu helped the seriously injured Li Qingyun up.
Seeing that it was Zhang Xiaohu, Li Qingyun's eyes widened in disbelief.
"What the hell! You... you're still alive?"
Zhang Xiaohu's face stiffened slightly. Those words were impolite, but he didn't feel there was anything wrong with them.
At that time, he was only at the early stage of Qi Refining and was alone. If he encountered three stage one demonic beasts, he would be dead.
He scratched his head and said shamefully, "I was supposed to be dead, but I was lucky enough to encounter some opportunities and came out alive."
Li Qingyun was stunned for a moment and sighed, "Fate truly favors the brave! Uh... help me over there to sit down. It seems a few of my ribs are broken. Damn it, I didn't expect two stage three peak demonic beasts to be so difficult to deal with..."
Zhang Xiaohu was speechless. Were these human words?
Although he had now advanced to the middle stage of Qi Refining, he could only run away like a scalded dog when encountering a stage two demonic beast.
Besides his mediocre talent, it was also due to the low level of his cultivation techniques.
Although Xuan Yang Que verbally refused to help him, he had a brand left by Xuan Yang Que on his body. Those demonic beasts saw him as if they saw a ghost and scurried away.
Even stage four demonic beasts were the same. This made Zhang Xiaohu happy but also somewhat helpless.
Because the demonic beasts fled from him, his efficiency in obtaining demon cores was very low.
After Li Qingyun sat down under the tree, he began to meditate and adjust his injuries.
It was also the first time Zhang Xiaohu had seen Li Qingyun in such a sorry state. He had traces of being struck by lightning all over his body, and his skin was charred black.
This also made him realize that those aloof geniuses were not invincible.
Suddenly, his confidence increased a little.
Since Li Qingyun had saved his life a few days ago, he felt he should guard him.
Although a stage two demonic beast could kill him, he had the aura of Xuan Yang Que on him, so most demonic beasts should not dare to approach.
About an hour later, Li Qingyun opened his eyes and exhaled a turbid breath.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohu still by his side, he said gratefully, "Brother, thank you. We are even now."
Zhang Xiaohu quickly waved his hand, "No, no, no, I didn't do anything. You saved me from the gates of hell back then!"
Li Qingyun looked at Zhang Xiaohu and sighed again, "It seems the problems you were worried about have been mostly resolved."
He found that Zhang Xiaohu's spirit and demeanor were completely different from before.
The look of despair and depression had largely dissipated, which meant that the opportunities he had gained could resolve his family's difficulties.
Zhang Xiaohu said awkwardly, "I don't know if I can enter the top five hundred yet. Only by entering the top five hundred can it truly be considered resolved."
He was actually two years older than Li Qingyun, but in front of this Son of the Great Dao, he always felt like the younger one.
Li Qingyun patted his shoulder and smiled, "Brother, you underestimate yourself too much. Anyone who can reach this point and still be alive is definitely more than enough for the top one hundred, let alone the top ten!"
"Alas, I hope so. But today is the last day. Do you still plan to hunt for demonic beasts?"
Li Qingyun's gaze sharpened, "Of course. Someone is chasing me very closely! I don't want to lose!"
Zhang Xiaohu's mouth widened. He really wanted to say, "You're already so strong, who can catch up to you?"
But then he thought, those with extraordinary talent would not be much worse. Their combat power was probably beyond his comprehension.
"I'm leaving, I need to continue fighting. Although I really want to take you with me, the demonic beasts I face might not be suitable for you to fight."
Seeing Li Qingyun about to leave, Zhang Xiaohu quickly called out, "Wait, I have some Lava Berries here, do you need them?"
Li Qingyun waved his hand, "No need. You guarded me while I healed, so we are truly even. Besides, that thing sounds like a fire-attributed treasure, it's useless to me!"
Zhang Xiaohu looked at Li Qingyun's departing back, then at the Lava Berries in his hand, and finally sighed.
Li Qingyun not wanting this thing was not him being pretentious. He knew Zhang Xiaohu's family was short of money, and his family... well, he basically had whatever he wanted now.
As it was the last day, Li Qingyun was not the only one striving to gain points.
Meng Zibin was stimulated by Luo Xiaowei, especially after fighting together. He realized he was not stronger than Luo Xiaowei.
This was absolutely unacceptable to the proud him.
He was currently locked in a struggle with a stage three Rock Armored Beast on the ground, man and beast rolling around.
The Rock Armored Beast was a demonic beast similar to a pangolin, with sharp and hard scales on its back.
As they grappled, the Rock Armored Beast's skin vibrated incessantly, making him spit blood!
Because they were rolling on the ground, his body was covered in muddy dirt.
But Meng Zibin's eyes were filled with a violent blood-red hue. He held onto the Rock Armored Beast tightly, his body already covered in blood.
"Stage three... So what! I'm going to kill you!"
"Roar!"
His arrogant and unwilling heart seemed to have awakened the power of his bloodline.
A phantom of a nine-headed dragon emerged from Meng Zibin's body, and scorching flames ignited on his skin.
The Nine Yin was an ancient ferocious beast, a monster of water and fire.
Demonic beasts placed great importance on bloodlines. The nobler the bloodline of a demonic beast, the stronger its strength would be at the same realm.
Although Meng Zibin was not a demonic beast, he looked more like one than the Rock Armored Beast at this moment.
This terrifying aura made the Rock Armored Beast feel fear from the depths of its bloodline.
It let out a mournful cry and tried to break free.
But it was directly torn by the ferocious phantom of the nine-headed evil beast. In a flurry of flying flesh and blood, the Rock Armored Beast that Meng Zibin was holding onto was burned by scarlet flames, leaving only its hard carapace.
He lay on the ground, exhausted, the phantom of the ancient ferocious beast Nine Yin disappearing from above him.
No one had ever seen Meng Zibin so disheveled. His handsome, cold face was covered in bloodstains and mud, and his clothes were more tattered than an old Taoist priest's robe.
Chen Xiaohan was also sitting against a tree with disheveled hair, a crazed grin on her lips. Her body was also covered in gruesome wounds.
However, at her feet were the corpses of several stage two Rock Armored Beasts, their bodies purple from poison, foam coming from their mouths.
Although he looked heavily injured, Meng Zibin smiled happily, "Heh heh... So they started fighting desperately long ago, and I've only just begun. This trial... I lost without regret!"