1389: C1389 It's You

C1389 It's You

Heh Ying also knew a bit about the people with sharp blades.

One of them was Wu Jianfeng.

Wu Jianfeng was quite famous in the Edge Division. He was a famous martial arts fanatic who trained very hard. Now that he was an expert in the Dark Force, among the sharp blades and sharp blades, he was at the top.

More importantly, Wu Jianfeng had always respected Meng Xuanming, because Meng Xuanming's talent far surpassed Wu Jianfeng's.

When Meng Xuanming was injured and unconscious, Wu Jianfeng was the most furious.

Heh Ying didn't expect to meet the person she didn't want to meet the most right after she had arrived at Saber Edge.

Heh Ying's expression changed instantly.

"You should pay your respects to me!" Wu Jianfeng said.

Wu Jianfeng was of a higher rank than Heh Ying. Since he said that, Heh Ying could only do the same.

Then Heh Ying said solemnly, "Wu Jianfeng, it is precisely because Meng Xuanming is still unconscious that we have come to visit. I hope you can understand our intentions! "

Wu Jianfeng shook his head, "No, Brother Meng will not be happy to see you two!"

"A spar in the Martial Dao isn't a personal grudge. Since Meng Xuanming had already become a Grandmaster, why would he care about personal grudges! Wu Jianfeng, we have brought some spiritual medicine to treat our injuries! " Heh Ying waved her hand.

Hsing Jinloong immediately opened the wrapped gift and displayed it.

"This is the Frost Spirit, which is also all we have. The Frost Spirit was a medicinal herb found in the mountains in the past. Now, whether it was on the market or in stock, it was already gone! This is also all of our Pure Frost Spirit! " Hsing Jinloong said with a look of reluctance.

This kind of thing that could save lives could be said to be used a little less.

The moment Hsing Jinloong finished his sentence, exclamations also came from the surroundings.

A treasure like the Frost Spirit was extremely special and had endless uses for the human body. Originally, it grew deep in the mountains, but as long as one plucked a flower from above, its branches would instantly dry up and die.

Therefore, the Glaucous Frost Spirit was becoming fewer and fewer in number. Until now, it had never been seen again!

To be able to take out the Frost Spirit skill, the sharp sword must have cost a lot of money!

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were focused on Wu Jianfeng.

Wu Jianfeng was also shocked by the name of the Frost Spirit, but immediately after, he laughed coldly: "Frost Spirit, this is a good thing. But you think I don't know what you're thinking. After injuring Big Brother Meng, he now wants to send some gifts to be a good person! The High Priest that Mr Zong invited has arrived. When we save Brother Meng, we will not need your Pure Frost Spirit! "

Heh Ying's heart sank.

This kind of situation was something Heh Ying had never expected, "Wu Jianfeng, are you deliberately making things difficult for us?"

"Difficult? "Heh Ying, are you going to offend us from the bottom of your heart?" Seeing Heh Ying's troubled expression, Wu Jianfeng's face revealed a trace of pride!

Meng Xuanming could barely wake up. There was no place for Wu Jianfeng to vent his anger and hatred. Wu Jianfeng was precisely the one who wanted Wu Jianfeng to pay the price when the sharp sword came knocking on his door.

Heh Ying's expression changed. The opponent was using his status to pressure others, but in reality, the opponent's status was higher!

Heh Ying had no way of fighting back.

If he wanted to admit defeat and return empty-handed, then there would be no chance for him to resolve the conflict with his sword in the future.

While he was struggling with himself, a cold voice rang out, "Put away the Frost Spirit!"

Wu Jianfeng and Heh Ying turned their heads at the same time in disbelief.

Han Zhen's attitude was very calm, as if he was talking about an extremely ordinary thing.1

"Who are you?" Wu Jianfeng's expression changed.

"Han Zhen!" Han Zhen lightly said.

"It's you!" That's the Big Brother Meng you injured!

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