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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.