Hong Ling slashed across the sky, with a sharp wave of magic power, and slashed hard at the big head of the Sandstorm Beast King.

The Beast King was shocked and did not dare to continue to attack and meet Chihong Ling. He could only swing his head to the side. While avoiding the vital points, he hit the front hoof and slapped Chihong Ling at Chihong Ling.

It tried to repel the seemingly weak silk-woven red silk.

The result was a puff, bringing a burst of blood to spill.

The Beast King's front hoof was cut out of a large wound, and blood was flowing. He was seriously injured and could no longer use his front hoof to exert force.

At this critical moment, the blow that severely damaged the Beast King was naturally not Zhang Nianchuan's hand, but Song Minghui, who was standing beside him, took action in time and used the red silk to fight the Beast King.

At this moment, the remaining sandstorm beasts have been wiped out.

Seeing that the Sandstorm Beast King was seriously injured, Song Minghui didn't care about checking Zhang Nianchuan's injuries. The cold-faced emperor Chi Hongling attacked the Beast King.

Seeing that Zhang Nianchuan could still stand, Lin Han's face turned a little pale, and he didn't care about asking about his injuries. He thought it was nothing serious.

"Dare you, Senior Brother Zhang! I will kill you today!"

He looked angry and ordered Qingzhu Sword to kill the Beast King.

Faced with the rapid offensive of two spiritual weapons, the beast king was seriously injured in the front hooves, and his speed plummeted, and his movements were extremely inconvenient, so how could he deal with it?

The battle with Zhang Nianchuan has already made it panting and seemingly exhausted. Its combat power is less than 80%.

Swish!

The third flying sword cut through the sky, rolled up strands of sand and dust, and joined the battle

This handle is Chu Qin's green bamboo sword.

The Red Sword was the main attacker, plus two green bamboo flying swords scattered across the void, and helped the beast king to avoid it. He was hit hard by more than a dozen flying swords and suffered heavy damage.

It wanted to run away, roar and summon its companions to help, but after seeing the corpses around it, it became more and more unreasonable, and its eyes were red.

The three spiritual weapons were unstoppable and took turns to slash it on its body, causing it to bloom and soon lost its power of movement. It fell to the ground with a bang, struggled for a few times and stopped moving, completely losing its breath.

After killing the Sandstorm Beast King, the three of them stopped and exhaled a few breaths.

Zhang Nianchuan put away the green bamboo sword and sat down weakly.

The injuries on his body made him very uncomfortable, and he may have to cultivate for a long time in the future.

"Junior Brother Zhang, are you okay?"

Song Minghui came forward to care, but it was not very good to see Zhang Nianchuan's complexion.

Zhang Nianchuan was about to answer, but his chest couldn't help feeling stuffy again. He suddenly coughed violently and coughed out a few wisps of blood.

This scene shocked Song Minghui and quickly sat down cross-legged and used his skills to heal Junior Brother Zhang.

"Female Zhang's condition is that I'm afraid I'll have to recuperate for one or two months after I go back."

"I'll ask for help from the head of the sect to see if there are some pills in the sect to heal internal injuries. You can't be careless about your injuries, you must recuperate well."

Song Minghui said: "I was injured by Chaoyin Demon-Suppressing Cultivator, but in the end I was fortunate that the sect took action to save my life. I think the head of the sect will definitely have a solution."

Zhang Nianchuan was not convenient to speak. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was afraid that he would cough up blood again, so he had to nod and respond.

"Senior Sister Song, please stay here to take care of Senior Brother Zhang. I will check in the nest to see if there are hidden cubs of Sandstorm beasts or any treasures are hidden."

"Then you have to collect the quicksand and take it back to the sect."

After explaining, Chu Qin began to search the nest in detail.

After some investigation, not only did the cubs of the sandstorm beast be cleaned up, but there were no fish that had missed the net. He actually found something deep in the nest next to a broken storage bag.

They were some spirit stones, elixirs, and broken books, jade slips, magic weapons, etc. that had lost all their spiritual power, all scattered out of the storage bag and piled up in a row.

Due to the long time, the corrosion of the hot climate of the desert and the wanton destruction of the sandstorm beasts, these things have been severely damaged and can no longer be used.

From books that only have the cover of a volume, and there are still handwritings, and can barely distinguish the font, Chu Qin could only see the word "Tianhuo", while the rest of the handwriting could not be seen clearly.

Obviously, this is a fire attribute technique prefixed with the heavenly fire.

This should be the property of a monk. For some reason, the storage bag was left in the nest of the sandstorm beast. In the nest, Chu Qin also found a dead bone, which had been severely weathered.

Chu Qin carefully checked the scattered items on the storage bag tray and found that these things were useless and became a pile of waste, so he had to feel a little regretful.

His eyes looked at the only well-preserved and unusual item, and he could not recognize it for a moment.

He put away the quicksand and took such unusual things to Song Minghui and the other two.

"Senior Sister Song, do you recognize this? I think it is quite strange, it doesn't look like an ordinary mineral."

The world is about the size of two fists, and the whole body is purple-gold, like some kind of copper mineral, and the weight is not light, reaching about one hundred pounds.

It's really a bit difficult for ordinary mortals to pick it up, but as a monk, Chu Qin doesn't have much effort.

Song Minghui and the other two looked carefully. Because they had little experience and didn't understand it for a while, they didn't see what it was.

In order to prove the hardness of this thing, Lin Hanyu sent Qingzhu Sword to scratch the top, but no trace left.

"So hard? Even the Green Bamboo Sword can't leave traces."

Lin Han was secretly surprised and then suggested.

"I think I'd better take it back to the sect and let the head and the two elders see it, maybe they know each other."

"That's all."

Chu Qin handed over the purple and golden mineral to Song Minghui and smiled embarrassedly: "Senior Sister Song, you are familiar with the head and the two elders in the sect, so you should ask."

"Um."

The group of four people no longer delayed and set off for the journey back to the sect.

Because Zhang Nianchuan was injured, he could not move too fast and he had to rest from time to time. It was more than a month later when he returned to Qingshan Sect.

After reporting the cleaning of the sandstorm beast to Lu Yuanshan and handing the gathered sand to Lu Yuanshan, Song Minghui took out the purple gold copper mine.

"Zheng Sect, this is an unknown item that was discovered when cleaning up the Sandstorm beast's nest, which is a bit similar to a mineral."

"You are very knowledgeable, and I wonder if you can tell what this is?"

"This time I'm worried that Elder Zhiwei will refine the quicksand. Let this mineral be handed over to the sect. Maybe Elder Zhiwei will be able to use it in the future."

Lu Yuanshan took the purple gold copper mine, looked carefully, and shook his head after a while, but he did not recognize him.

He decided to ask Lu Changfeng or Lu Zhiwei later. If it really doesn't work, he can only wait for his father to come out of seclusion.

"Sect Master, there is another thing..."

After talking about the purple gold minerals, Song Minghui mentioned Zhang Nianchuan's injuries. I wonder if there are any remaining pills in the sect to heal the wounds.

She also knows that sects are scarce.

But when I think that my evil disease was cured by the sect, maybe the sect will have a solution.

As a result, Lu Yuanshan shook his head slightly and was helpless about it.

There are no healing pills in the sect now, and there is not even the most basic Qi training pill, so there is no time to purchase it.

If the father has not yet gone into seclusion, he can trouble his father to take action again. The father cured Song Minghui last time, and it is believed that he would not be a problem to cure Zhang Nianchuan this time.

My father's collection is still very rich, and he stayed in the retreat cave.

However, my father is still in seclusion and it is difficult to disturb him.

"Nianchuan worked hard for the sect, so how could the sect ignore it? Although he was very happy to recuperate in the past few months, I went to the medicine garden later and asked She Qingqing to collect some healing herbs for him. It would be cured by 70% or 80%."

"That disciple thanks the leader for Junior Brother Zhang."

"This is what the sect should do."

After the conversation, both sides said goodbye.

Lu Yuanshan went to the medicine garden and told She Qingqing about Zhang Nianchuan's injury, asking her to collect some herbs and send them to Zhang Nianchuan's residence.

...

Time flies, winter goes and spring comes, and soon it turns into midsummer.

It has been eight months since Lu Ping was in seclusion.

During this period of recuperation, Zhang Nianchuan's injuries were healed, becoming lively, and could find fellow disciples to fight and discuss.

In the medicine garden, good news came from She Qingqing. The moon bud grass planted last year has all matured and can be picked.

Chapter completed!