Everyone in the world of cultivators knows that my cultivation level is low but I can fight

The white mist blocked his consciousness, and Ran Changle did not dare to fly around and stopped in the air.

After thinking about the current situation, she directly took Ling An's hand from behind, fearing that he would misunderstand and explained: "Now your consciousness is limited, your eyes can't see far, and you are injured again..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ling An: "I know."

His voice was very low, and the two of them stood very close, so Ran Changle could only vaguely hear it.

Where she couldn't see, Ling An's face turned red and his heartbeat quickened.

Ling Jian Sect is a sword cultivator, and there are very few women. This is the first time he has been so close to a woman, and it is also the first time he has been held by a woman. He doesn't know how to deal with such a situation for a while, so he can only lower his head silently and comfort him. Ran Changle couldn't notice the too fast heartbeat.

Ran Changle didn't know what Ling An was thinking. She just felt that he was injured. In this situation where she couldn't see or feel anything, holding him was the safest thing. She had no ambiguous thoughts at all.

After a while, the white mist dissipated, and what appeared in front of them was endless yellow sand, with the scorching sun above their heads.

The others have disappeared, leaving only Ran Changle and Ling An in the air.

Ran Changle scanned the surroundings with his consciousness, and after making sure it was safe, he controlled the bone sword to fall on the ground, let go of Ling An's hand, and put away the bone sword.

She had just felt that the spiritual energy here was particularly thin, and the spiritual energy consumed by the sword was far greater than the spiritual energy absorbed by the body.

Therefore, he landed on the ground to minimize the consumption of spiritual power.

After letting go of his hand, the disappointment in Ling An's heart was suppressed before it arose, because he also felt that there was something special about this place. The lack of spiritual power was a fatal blow to him.

His external injuries have all healed under the influence of the elixir, but his internal injuries are still serious.

All kinds of messy spiritual energy are running around in the body, destroying his internal organs. He needs to absorb spiritual energy from the outside world to heal his injuries. However, the spiritual energy here is so thin, which means that his injuries will not only not heal, but will worsen.

In such an unknown place, the condition of my body is just a burden.

He was filled with bitterness, but he pretended to be fine and said, "Junior Sister Ran, I'm going to find my fellow sect members. Let's part ways."

How could Ran Changle not know what he was thinking? It was a lie to find a fellow student, but it was true that he didn't want to drag him down.

She patted Ling An on the shoulder, "There's no one around here, and we don't know what dangers there are. It will be much safer for the two of us together."

Seeing that Ran Changle would not let him leave alone, Ling An had no choice but to tell the truth: "I am injured, and being here will only drag you down. Please leave me alone and leave alone."

"Senior Brother Ling, I will not leave you alone."

Ran Changle said seriously.

She has her own rules of conduct. Lingxiao Sect and Lingjian Sect have always been on good terms. She will not just watch Ling An wait for death. Moreover, she has just entered this place and she still has plenty of pills.

Thinking about it, she took out a bottle of Spirit-Building Pill and handed it to Ling An and said: "There will always be danger in a strange place. You should recover from your injuries as soon as possible. If the Spirit-Building Pill is not enough, I still have it here."

Ling An didn't answer, paused and said, "I can't have these pills..."

While he was talking, Ran Changle directly stuffed the spirit-boosting pill into his mouth and said impatiently: "I tell you to use it, just use it, no matter how hard it is."

The elixir melted in his mouth, and Ling An couldn't vomit it out even if he wanted to. In order not to waste the elixir, he quickly sat down to meditate and use the spiritual power to heal his injuries.

Ran Changle placed a protective array around him, and then went to check around.

As far as the eye can see, it is all yellow sand, without any green, and there is no life.

I walked too slowly and couldn't see very far.

Ran Changle checked the storage ring and found that there was enough elixir. She took out her bone sword and flew into the sky.

In a strange place, flying in the air is too ostentatious and will undoubtedly become a target.

However, this way you have a wider field of vision and can quickly identify directions.

Ran Changle decided to fly in one direction until she could no longer sense Ling An in her consciousness, then she returned and continued exploring in another direction.

After going back and forth several times, she faintly sensed something different in the south, so she flew back and waited until Ling An recovered from his injuries.

Two days later.

Ling An's injuries were basically healed, and the two of them walked south.

It only took half a day to fly with the sword, but it took the two of them ten days to walk to the place where Ran Changle had arrived with the sword. It was still far away from the place she could sense with her consciousness, and they had to walk for at least two days.

Fortunately, on the second day, a person appeared in Ran Changle's consciousness. He had handsome features and was dressed in white. Even in the yellow sand, he looked extraordinary.

It was Shen Wanjin.

And the direction he was heading was exactly the direction they were heading.

"No way!"

She cried out in grief and indignation.

In the past few days, Ran Changle has been calm, optimistic, and positive. I have never heard her tone like this before. Ling An asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"We may be going in the wrong direction."

Ran Changle said seriously.

It makes sense for her to say this. Shen Wanjin is a treasure hunter. If he walks in this direction, the treasure or the exit must be in this direction.

And they were walking in the opposite direction these past two days. The direction was not just wrong, but wrong. If they hadn't met Shen Wanjin, they would never have been able to find the treasure or the exit.

Ran Changle simply sat on the ground and said, "Let's wait here."

Then, she patted the place next to her and said, "Sit down too, have a rest, and wait for someone by the way."

Waiting for someone? who?

Ling An's cultivation level is lower than Ran Changle's, and the range covered by his spiritual consciousness is not as wide as Ran Changle's.

There was nothing within the scope of his consciousness, so he did not see Shen Wanjin.

However, in the past few days, he already knew that Ran Changle's actual cultivation level was higher than his, and he was used to listening to Ran Changle's words, so he sat down without saying anything.

When Ran Changle discovered Shen Wanjin, Shen Wanjin also discovered her.

He launched a spiritual boat and flew towards Ran Changle.

When he arrived, he put away the spirit boat and landed on the ground, shouting: "Chang Le, long time no see."

Ran Changle stood up and saluted: "Brother Shen."

Seeing Ling An's expression of confusion, she quickly introduced: "This is the eldest son of the Shen family, the richest man in the Tianquan world, Shen Wanjin."

"The richest...richest man?...the richest man!"

Ling An exclaimed in surprise, then stared at Shen Wanjin carefully.

The word "rich" has never been associated with Ling Jian Sect.

Not to mention the richest man, he had never seen a rich man before, so he couldn't take a closer look.