"Wow, cough cough cough!" Once Ling Yun landed on the ground, he spat out an even bigger mouthful of blood, and then started to cough violently. While coughing up blood, Ling Yun cleared his messy meridians.

It was no wonder that he was an Earth Level master, even his early period of Earth Level was not to be underestimated. If the shield did not activate at the last moment, Ling Yun would have died a long time ago. In the 30 odd moves that were closing in on Pili Fructus, Ling Yun was struck by three or four of them, especially that last palm strike that reflected light. Pili Fructus had used all his strength to attack, and it was absolutely comparable to a middle period of Earth Level expert.

"Brother Ling, besides making a True Essence Pill, I will also need to spend twenty crystals to help with the treatment this time." Little Qian reminded him, "It would be best to find a safer place."

"Where do you think I am going?" Ling Yun used his blade to support himself up, and said: "Let's start here."

"Alright, 30 crystals. The remaining 1252 crystals. Begin healing now." Just as Little Qian finished speaking, a white light enveloped his body.

Seeing the Level One True Origin Pill in his hands, Ling Yun opened his mouth and swallowed it.

A warm current flowed through, Ling Yun felt extremely comfortable. However, if there were any experts of Golden Core Stage or above, they would be able to discover that Ling Yun's internal injuries were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than ten seconds, Ling Yun was back to normal, but he sat down with his eyes closed, because he felt a bit of killing intent.

"We've struck it rich! We've really struck it rich!" Ling Yun muttered in his heart, he had never before suffered such a huge loss. Fortunately, his battle experience and battle strength had all increased, and his strength had improved by quite a bit. If Pili Fructus did not die, Ling Yun was confident that he would not be in such a sorry state.

He checked his own information: Name: Ling Yun; Age: 20; Mental Energy: 698; Strength: 699; Reaction sensitivity: 698; Attack Power: 697; Defense Strength: 695; Combat Strength: 1392; Attack Power: 141; Cultivation middle period of Profound Level s; This was where Ling Yun had the ability to defeat enemies that were above his cultivation level.

"Hmm? If the tiger doesn't show off, do you think I'm a sick cat? " Sensing that he was being attacked, Ling Yun snorted, and in a flash, two heads rolled down. Towards the person who attacked him, Ling Yun would not show any mercy. The killing intent had undoubtedly come from these two people. He had never met them before, so he could guess the reason why they attacked him. It was because they thought he was heavily injured and wanted to kill him to claim credit. In other words, their greed had caused them to lose their lives, so very few people would sympathize with them.

Seeing this scene, the crowd became silent. The two of them were mid stage Soft Sword warriors, and were completely unable to resist Ling Yun. How could Ling Yun look like he was seriously injured?

Sweeping his eyes across the remaining people, Ling Yun turned and left. Although he knew that there were still people in the crowd who still had thoughts for him, but they did not make a move, so even if he found them and killed them, it would still offend the masses.

However, there were people in the crowd who secretly breathed a sigh of relief. They couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. Fortunately, they didn't take action back then, otherwise, another corpse would have appeared. However, there were still people who didn't give up and followed with shining eyes.

After walking for a few kilometers, Ling Yun's expression suddenly changed. He half knelt on the ground, supported his body with one hand, and coughed out large mouthfuls of blood. From the looks of it, it was extremely difficult for him to even stand up.

"This is a good opportunity, kill!" The few of them looked at each other, and started to attack Ling Yun.

"Humph, I've been prepared for all of you." With a cold snort, Ling Yun suddenly erupted. With just one move, the three Soft Sword level warriors' corpses were separated and they died on the spot. Looking at his condition, he didn't seem to be injured at all.

"This … this Young Hero, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. I originally wanted to stop them from attacking Young Hero." Seeing that Ling Yun had instantly killed three Soft Sword level experts, the face of one of the warriors who had escaped death because of his slow movements paled as he hurriedly explained.

"That's right, I came to see if there is anything that Young Hero can help with." Another warrior who was observing from the sidelines saw Ling Yun's gaze sweeping towards him, and immediately explained. Three Soft Sword level experts had been instantly killed, he would not think that he was stronger than those three.

"Oh? "Is that so?" Ling Yun sneered, and in the next moment, he moved his body, causing the two people that were hit to die instantly. How could Ling Yun not know what they were thinking? It could be said that Ling Yun pretended to be injured just to get them to catch him in one fell swoop. After all, it wasn't a good thing to be constantly worried about.

The people that followed couldn't blame them for being careless, after all, Ling Yun was previously heavily injured, this was an indisputable fact. Furthermore, Ling Yun had killed two people so how could they have imagined that Ling Yun would recover so quickly after returning to the light? If they had to blame someone, they could only blame themselves for being too greedy.

"Little Qian, are these corpses really unable to be absorbed and converted into World Energy?" Ling Yun asked Little Qian in his mind, unsatisfied. He had asked once before, but the answer was no. However, he didn't give up and asked again.

"No, of course not, this isn't a Apocalyptic Civilization." Little Qian said with certainty: "Every world has its own rules, in Martial World, corpses cannot be converted into World Energy."

"Then how do we acquire world energy in this Wuxia civilization?" Ling Yun frowned.

"It's very simple, internal force." Little Qian's words were simple and clear.

"Inner force?" "Then what should we do?" After Ling Yun heard this, he shook his head and said, "I'm not Duan Yu. I don't have a Divine Power of the North."

"That's right, Divine Power of the North!" As he spoke till here, without waiting for Little Qian's reply, Ling Yun shouted excitedly: "Little Qian, send me back to the Spiritual Bead's dimension first."

The Divine Power of the North was a peerless martial art. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was the ultimate martial art of the Free and Unrestrained Sects. How could he forget about it? And there was also the Microstep, the ultimate life-saving art.

"Alright, Brother Ling." The moment Little Qian finished speaking, in the next moment, Ling Yun disappeared from his original position and appeared in the Spiritual Bead space.

"Oh right, Little Qian, there shouldn't be any problems if I go to the < Sky Dragon's Eight Sects > 'World High School's Divine Power of the North, right?" Ling Yun suddenly thought of this question and asked.

"Of course there are." Little Qian paused for a moment, as if he was trying to keep Ling Yun in suspense, and after a while, when Ling Yun's eyes were fixed on her, he continued: "Any intentionally or unintentionally entering a certain space will have an effect on time and space here, but Brother Ling, as long as you do not ruin the main line's progress, the impact will still be minimal."

Different from the Magic World, the world of martial artists was a semi-virtual world, and Ling Yun was able to selectively enter into a certain civilization at a specific time.

"Alright, I understand. Then let's go to < Sky Dragon's Eight Tribes > civilization, near the Sword Lake Palace before Duan Yu obtains the Divine Power of the North." Ling Yun said in a heavy voice.