Zhanxian

When he heard that Yang Chen finally said that he was seriously injured, Ye Zhenxiong couldn’t support himself anymore. Originally he was pretending that nothing was wrong, using his frying sword to attack would be fruitless, this would actually worsen his wound. After a sudden spurt of blood, he suddenly fainted.

Yang Chen rushed in quickly, he first broke Ye Zhenxiong’s restrictions and then he placed a restriction himself, so as not to be found by the white bone old demon and Madam Fanghua, then he began to explore Ye Zhenxiong’s injury.

This time, the white bone old demon and Shao Fanghua took great pains and planned for a few years before they attempted to trap Ye Zhenxiong. Although Ye Zhenxiong situation was not good, he escaped in time, but he was also seriously injured.

When Yang Chen explored it, he suddenly found out that the injury was worse than he thought, Ye Zhenxiong life could not be guaranteed. Yang Chen hurriedly produced a thousand-year-old ginseng, which he turned into a ginseng fluid in the profound yang furnace. He first poured it into the mouth of Ye Zhenxiong and hanged his life.

Ye Zhenxiong woke up and the slight bitter taste in his mouth made him quickly understand what happened. With Ye Zhenxiong’s knowledge, of course, he knew that the taste in his mouth was the taste of a millennium old ginseng and his attitude toward Yang Chen also changed rapidly.

In the case of him just fainting, if Yang Chen wanted to kill him, it would simply be easy and there was no need to make any intrigues. From this point alone, Ye Zhenxiong could judge that Yang Chen was a friend.

The ginseng just hangs his life, but this was no cure for the injury. Such a serious injury, Ye Zhenxiong himself was also very clear, Yang Chen appeared to save him, certainly there were conditions for it. In the demonic sect, he have never heard of someone who would do something like this for free. Nothing was done for free, this principle ws applicable regardless of whether it is a magic door or a door.

Since Yang Chen was not showing up for no reason, there must be some requirements. Ye Zhenxiong was also a cultivator so he endured the pain and he asked “What do you want before you heal my injury?”

“Straightforward!” Yang Chen praised him in his mind and he directly said “I will trade it for a favour as well as an apprentice.”