The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

The Changhe Sect disciple in front of him obviously also discovered Sun Jian and immediately came forward.

"Brother Sun, what happened to you? How could you be so badly injured?" The disciple was a woman with some beauty. As soon as they met, she came forward to support Sun Jian and asked with concern.

"Junior Sister Zhou, it's great to see you. I was chased by a hidden disciple of Xuantian Sect and was seriously injured. But you and I can definitely kill him together." Sun Jian smiled, and then a layer of frost covered his face, and he said hatefully.

The two stood in the air and began to wait quietly for Zhan Nianchuan to arrive.

After a hundred breaths, the two looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

"Brother Sun, why haven't the Xuantian Sect disciples who are chasing you come yet?" The woman looked very confused.

"I don't know either. Maybe he retreated on his own initiative when he saw me and you, Junior Sister?" Sun Jian guessed.

"My younger sister thought so too, Master Sun..."

A flash of cold light came out of the woman's mouth and shot straight at Sun Jian's eyes, which were close at hand. If it was solid, it would definitely destroy his eyes.

At the same time, a short sword suddenly appeared in Sun Jian's right hand, and he stabbed the woman's lower abdomen fiercely.

After the common external enemy disappeared, the two attacked each other almost at the same time.

Sun Jian was seriously injured, so he was naturally prepared for this woman, but he didn't expect that she would spit out a small sword from her mouth. In a critical moment, he had to desperately turn his head to the left, and finally saved his eyes, but still took away a large piece of flesh on his cheek.

This woman was not a pushover either. When Sun Jian stabbed out the short sword, she offered a small blue shield and blocked it in front of her.

Although the short sword pierced the small shield, it could only penetrate half an inch into the woman's lower abdomen, and it could no longer go deeper.

The woman chuckled and flew several feet away. She waved her hands together, and a long white silk magic weapon suddenly appeared, and fiercely whipped Sun Jian on the head. At the same time, several talismans flew out and turned into a sky full of spiritual light.

"Brother Sun was hunted so badly, he must have got a lot of good treasures. Why don't you take them out and let me open my eyes?"

The giant axe swung, Sun Jian had a gloomy face and said nothing. He also threw out a talisman, and then chopped the long white silk that was pulled away.

The woman had a graceful figure, and she kept dancing the long white silk, sometimes as hard as a stick, and sometimes as soft as a whip, constantly greeting Sun Jian's broken leg.

As the battle progressed, Sun Jian's wound burst, blood dripped, and he was trapped in the place by the long white silk, and fell into a disadvantage.

Sun Jian's eyes kept turning, trying hard to think of a way to break the situation.

"Brother Sun is resourceful. I wonder if he can defeat me and leave smoothly today?"

"How about Brother Sun handing over the storage bag to me, and I will let you go to heal your wounds, how about that?"

The woman continued to attack, but she persuaded him.

"Hehe, bitch, you have a good idea. Do you think I, Sun Jian, am a three-year-old child?" Sun Jian sneered at the woman's statement.

If it were me, I would never let the other party go and leave myself a huge trouble.

"Hehe, in this case, I will send Brother Sun on his way today."

The woman laughed and stepped up her attack, and Sun Jian's situation suddenly became precarious.

Although the woman knew that it would be better and safer to slowly let Sun Jian's blood flow, she had no choice. In this secret place full of dangers, no one knew when an enemy or monster would come out. Only by killing Sun Jian as soon as possible could she feel at ease.

A quarter of an hour later, Sun Jian had been knocked back several times by the snow-white long silk. His clothes were covered with bloodstains. His face was pale and his breath was weak, but his eyes still had the cruelty of a bloodthirsty wolf.

"Brother Sun is really amazing. He can hold on for so long under my snow-red silk. I admire you, but it's time to end this."

"Yes, it's time to end, hahaha~"

To the woman's surprise, Sun Jian didn't show any fear at all, but laughed wildly at the woman.

The woman was shocked and stopped immediately to check herself, but was shocked to find that her blood and qi had stagnated in an instant, her magic power was only one tenth of what she had, and her breath was infinitely weakened. She was immediately frightened.

"You...what did you do to me?"

After saying that, she seemed to remember something, and immediately lifted the torn clothes on her lower abdomen, and immediately found that the wound was a strange blue color, which continued to spread with the wound.

The woman hurriedly looked at her arm, but was shocked to find that it had reached her fingers, but the color was very light, and the woman was busy attacking Sun Jian and didn't notice it at all.

"You actually poisoned me, what kind of poison is this?"

"Why didn't I notice anything unusual?"

The woman cried out in despair, looking at Sun Jian who was struggling to stand up and jumping towards her step by step, her eyebrows full of fear.

"Locking Immortal Powder, hehe, this thing must make the wound contact with the poison powder in the air to take effect, now you should close your eyes, right, Junior Sister Zhou."

Sun Jian's cheeks were covered with scars and blood, and he grinned, shaking a jade bottle with the lid opened in his hand, and looked at the woman who kept retreating with a playful look.

"Locking Immortal Powder? It's colorless and tasteless, and it can even lock the magic power of the foundation-building cultivators. Immortal Locking Powder?"

The woman's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. This Sun Jian was so cruel that he could endure for so long, and passively took the beating, and waited until the poison spread all over her body before showing his fangs.

Now her whole body of magic power was locked, even if she handed over the storage bag and magic tools, it would be useless. She had no chance of winning, and it was harder to save her life than to ascend to heaven.

She could only delay until other Changhe Sect disciples arrived here.

So she smiled at Sun Jian, took the initiative to pull down her collar, revealing a round face, and said in a delicate voice:

"Brother Sun, in fact, I have admired you for a long time. As long as you let me go, I am willing to serve you every day..."

What greeted her was the raised axe.

Sun Jian's face was ferocious, and he roared angrily:

"Bitch, I, Sun Jian, am lustful, and you are indeed quite pretty, but I would not go to heal my wounds in this secret realm to play with you? You are so stupid!"

With a whistling wind, the axe chopped down heavily on the head of the woman surnamed Zhou.

At this moment, the ground under Sun Jian's feet suddenly collapsed, and a strong arm grabbed his leg and twisted it hard.

"Gah!"

Sun Jian's leg bone was broken directly, and the white bone pierced through the skin of his calf, and blood gushed out like a spring.

Suppressing the severe pain, Sun Jian chopped the ground with an axe, trying to injure the guy who attacked him.

Now he knew that he had no chance of winning. Both legs were broken, and most of his blood and blood had been lost. There were wounds everywhere. Only by cutting the wounds on this guy could he fight for a slim chance with the Immortal Locking Powder.