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The Manticore felt pain all over its body as it threw out another storage bag.

Yan Qingyang checked the two storage pouches to make sure there were no problems before putting them away, intending to return them to them when he saw them.

"Hey, Yan Qingyang, I've given you all my storage pouches!" "Hurry and let me out!" Shang Lu covered his head and screamed, his head was hit by a bag, plus other wounds on his body, the pain was unbearable.

He was very angry. Normally speaking, there was no reason for a cultivator to mess around, but Yan Qingyang's trap array had caused him to crash into it. He could be considered experienced and knowledgeable, but he didn't recognize this array.

Yan Qingyang said slowly, "When did I say I'd let you out?"

"You, treacherous!" Shang Lu froze, and became furious, "Aren't the Cloud Flower Sect's disciples all high and mighty? Aren't you afraid of losing face for your sect? Yan Qingyang, I see that your style is the same as our Poison Immortal Valley's.

Shang Lu angrily said a big push.

He couldn't hear Yan Qingyang even after a long while and became even more panicked. What if Yan Qingyang left? How long could this formation hold him back?

"Yan Qingyang!" "Yan Qingyang?" Shang Lu shouted.

Yan Qingyang clutched his chest. She was too injured and didn't want to use the only two life-saving pills she had. Her injuries hadn't healed for a long time, and she had been unconscious again just now.

"Get me some healing pills." Yan Qingyang said dispiritedly.

Previously, she didn't want Shang Lu's pills. After all, it was the Poison Immortal Valley. Who knew if Shang Lu would give her any poison?

"Hahahaha!" When he seemed to understand Yan Qingyang's predicament, Shang Lu laughed arrogantly.

Forget it. I don't need any medicinal pills. I can recover without any. It's just a bit slow. I'm very safe in this spell formation. If I use up all of the Spirit Stones, I can still replenish my energy! Yan Qingyang said coldly.

"Also, I have so much Fire Pattern Jade here. Even if I don't participate in the next smelting trial, I can still exchange for a lot of sect contribution points!" Yan Qingyang added quickly.

Shang Lu's laughter came to an abrupt stop. It was true that Yan Qingyang wasn't afraid, but he was afraid. He didn't feel comfortable inside this trap array. This feeling of half-dead wasn't good.

Also, he did not want to waste the rest of the trial in this trap array.

"Here!" Shang Lu clenched his teeth, took out a bottle of healing pills from his storage pouch and threw it out. He then continued to throw it towards the southeast.

Yan Qingyang accepted the pill and looked it over carefully. He took a sniff and frowned. Just one pill.

Shang Lu was afraid that Yan Qingyang would keep him trapped in the formation, but Yan Qingyang didn't dare to stay. Shang Lu was afraid that Yan Qingyang would stay in the formation, but Yan Qingyang didn't dare to stay in the formation.

Yan Qingyang rested for a while before he got up. Riding his flying sword, he stumbled towards the northeast. She wanted to heal, wanted to find a quiet place to heal, wanted to find a place that was more peaceful than any other place.

"You just wait and see. Don't use your spirit energy recklessly. After five days, this formation will naturally be undone!" Yan Qingyang said to Shang Lu before he left.

Afraid that Shang Lu's men would catch up with her, Yan Qingyang sped along. Her injuries were finally better after a few days.

She did not dare to eat too many of Shang Lu's pills, Poison Immortal Valley's pills are for the bodies of our disciples, our disciples are slightly toxic, different from normal cultivators, after a normal cultivator eats it, there will be more problems.

On this day, she stopped her flying sword to rest and looked at the map. This place was probably quite close to the sea of flowers.

Just as Yan Qingyang descended from his flying sword and landed on a branch, a green net appeared with a swoosh. Yan Qingyang was greatly alarmed as he hastily retreated.

The place she landed on was a bit more complicated. She was more cautious and wanted to find a place that was more shaded. There were a lot of trees and vines, so it was almost impossible to step on the ground.

Yan Qingyang's waist tightened as he was caught in the net.

Yan Qingyang lowered his eyes. This was good as well. The person behind him had followed her for so long, and he was making use of this opportunity to investigate her origins.

She pretended to struggle for a while and then obediently stood there, looking around.

Sure enough, a person brushed away the branches and walked over. It was A'Ying.

"Yan Qingyang, I've finally caught you!" A'Ying's beautiful face revealed a sinister sneer.

A'Ying walked over step by step, her figure alluring, her face filled with hatred. "Yan Qingyang, you're really difficult to deal with! I let Shang Lu bring so many people, after so many days, they still can't do anything to you! "

"However, so what? In the end, you still have to die by my hands!"

Yan Qingyang struggled again and said with a frown, "Senior sister A'Ying, why did you capture me?" I believe that I have never offended you before.

"Don't you know me?" A'Ying's face had a smug yet wild smile, which made her beautiful face turn ferocious. "No wonder. I look at my face in the mirror every day, and I feel like I'm a stranger to it!"

Yan Qingyang's pupils couldn't help but constrict. He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He only stared at A'Ying.

This A'Ying was quite familiar with him. He felt like he had seen him somewhere before.

"Hahaha!" A'Ying laughed complacently when he saw Yan Qingyang's expression. "Don't even think about it!"

"Who the hell are you?" Yan Qingyang asked.

"Hmph, when I cut off your head, I will hold it and tell you softly!" A'Ying walked to Yan Qingyang's side with bloodthirsty arrogance in his eyes. He took his sword out of its scabbard and slid it across Yan Qingyang's neck with a swoosh.

Yan Qingyang felt a chill run down his neck as he grew anxious. Who was this A'Ying? Why was she always targeting him? He had kept a low profile when he had come to the Cloud Flower Sect in this life and had not spent much time in the sect. He was sure that he had never offended such a person!

The problem was that this A'Ying was still keeping him in suspense. He actually didn't tell the truth even though he held him in the palm of his hand.

"A'Ying, why do you hate me so much?" Yan Qingyang continued to ask.

"I told you!" When I take down your head, I will tell it! " A'Ying smiled viciously and swung her long sword towards Yan Qingyang's neck.

However, in the next moment, she discovered that Yan Qingyang had disappeared. At the same time, a murderous intent assaulted her from behind.

A Ying dodged hurriedly and looked at Yan Qingyang in shock. "How is that possible?"

Yan Qingyang held a sword in one hand and a green net in the other. He smiled faintly. It can't catch me! "

"Impossible, why?" A'Ying shouted.

"You want to know?" Yan Qingyang faintly smiled. "I'll gently hold it up and tell it when I cut off your head!"

After which, he waved his sword.