A few days passed like this before Jingzhou waited until Wei Yixiao, Leng Qian, Zhou Dian, and these few scattered people came together.
These people came together. Except for Old Bat who wanted to cure his illness, the others were interested in seeing what happened to the young man whom Monk Peng admired in his letter.
The people below had already informed, and Jingzhou, Yang Xiao, and Monk Peng were waiting in the main hall. After a while, they saw a green figure leading the way, like a puff of smoke, flying over from a distance of more than ten feet in the blink of an eye.
As the left envoy of light, Yang Xiao immediately explained to Jingzhou: "This is the Dharma Protector, the Green-winged Bat King."
When Monk Peng saw Wei Yixiao, he also laughed and said, "Haha, Bat King is so light-hearted!"
Jingzhou knew it was Wei Yixiao, so he nodded to him and smiled, letting him look at him.
After a while, he said: "Have you seen enough, Bat King?"
Anyone who is stared at by an old man from beginning to end will not feel comfortable. Besides, this old man looks wretched. No wonder he got the title of Green Winged Bat King instead of White Crane King or Dapeng. king.
If he hadn't known that the old bat was one of his own, Jingzhou would have kicked him over and given him a facelift.
"Old Bat wanted to see if the person whom Monk Peng highly praised in the letter really had three heads and six arms. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a noble young master. Judging from his appearance, he was more handsome than the two envoys of Guangming in the past. When Yang Xiao was compared with the young master, both his temperament and appearance were far different."
This Wei Yixiao has always been at odds with Yang Xiao, and now he doesn't forget to belittle Yang Xiao when he talks.
Wei Yixiao was mature and smooth in speech, so he was an outlier among this group of upright Mingjiao men. He knew that Jing Zhou would most likely become the leader of the Ming Cult in the future, so he spoke nicely.
"Hmph, Yang is naturally no match for Young Master, but he is a thousand times better than a stinky bat like you."
"Hahaha, now the old bat has discovered that your best thing, Yang Xiao, is probably farting. It's really a stinky fart that doesn't make a sound, and a loud fart that doesn't stink!"
As soon as Wei Yixiao finished speaking, four people rushed in.
When Jing Zhou saw that everyone had arrived, he said, "Well, how about you heal the Bat King first?"
Wei Yixiao came here to treat his illness. Although he didn't know whether the man in front of him could cure himself, Wei Yixiao was extremely satisfied that he continued to treat him without delay.
"Young Hero is not only as handsome as a jade tree as a tree in the wind, but also speaks in a reasonable manner. If Young Hero can cure me of my cold poison, I, Wei Yixiao, will be under Young Hero's control from now on."
This cold poison was caused by Wei Yixiao's practice of Ice Palm, and he had suffered from it for many years.
It's just that he has profound skills and can suppress the cold poison, unlike Zhang Wuji who is worried about his life. Even so, you have to suck blood after each exercise, otherwise your whole body will become cold, your blood will freeze into ice, and you will die from the poison.
Although he has been alive all these years, he has lived like a human and a ghost. Life is worse than death. Who would be willing to suck blood from a living person!
If Jingzhou could cure this disease, it would be no less than a gift to Rang.
Wu Sanren also nodded in agreement:
"What the young hero said is absolutely true!"
"So, please young hero, please treat this old bat first."
"Sorry, young hero."
Jingzhou asked, seeing that there was no point in seeing a few people, he walked to Wei Yixiao and sat on the floor with Wei Yixiao. Then he put a palm on his back and channeled the Nine Yang internal energy to help him get rid of the cold poison.
This cold poison is powerless for others, but for him, it is just a period of time.
As soon as Jingzhou's internal energy entered Wei Yixiao's body, the old bat felt as if his body was soaked in a hot spring. His whole body was warm and he couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan. However, not long after, he felt that he had entered He felt that the internal energy in his body was like a flood that had burst the embankment, and everything it passed seemed to be on fire. After a while, his whole body turned red and sweat broke out on his face.
His face, which was originally as if he had reached climax, became heavy, and gradually revealed a look of pain.
After a while, they saw a puff of white smoke rising from Wei Yixiao's head. Everyone knew that it was a sign of a person with great kung fu skills, maximizing his internal energy.
Zhou Dian and countless others had never seen Jingzhou's Kung Fu, but seeing the powerful internal strength he showed when he was removing the cold poison from Wei Yixiao, they knew that they were definitely no match for him.
This powerful inner strength is infinitely greater than theirs.
They had all used their internal strength to help Wei Yixiao suppress the cold poison before, but as soon as they came into contact with Wei Yixiao, they felt as if their hands had touched a piece of ice, and even they themselves felt uncomfortable with the cold.
But Jing Zhou, who had helped Wei Yixiao to suppress the cold poison for so long, didn't even change his expression at all.
More and more cold air was forced out of Wei Yixiao's body, causing the temperature in the hall to drop by three points. Even though everyone had internal protection, they all felt a chill.
Suddenly Wei Yixiao opened his mouth and coughed, spitting out a piece of frozen black blood, and then his face relaxed, with a smile on his face.
"Old Bat, your disease is really cured!"
The inexplicable monk was the first to speak, with a happy face. He and Wei Yixiao had the best relationship. They were life-and-death friends. Because of his old friend's illness, he often ran errands.
As Jingzhou finished his work, Wei Yixiao stood up, first bowed to Jingzhou, and then laughed and said: "It feels so damn comfortable. The cold poison has really been eliminated. I will never have to drink blood again!"
After the cold poison was eliminated, he no longer had to use his internal strength to suppress it all the time, and his martial arts was three points better than before. People are in high spirits and their faces are full of joy.
In this way, it seems that even if another marriage is arranged for him, he will be able to outweigh the begonia with a pear blossom.
"I wonder what level the young hero's kung fu has reached?"
The one who spoke out was the cold-faced Mr. Leng Qian.
You must know that Wei Yixiao's illness is that he is helpless when Yang Dingtian is around. Is it possible that this young man's martial arts has surpassed Yang Dingtian's? Several other people also looked at Jing Zhou with curious faces, wanting to know how far the man in front of them had practiced martial arts.
"Luckily, I broke through the first-class realm not long ago and reached the top."
"Excellent master!" Several people were surprised at first, and then started to praise him.
There are only a few top masters in this world, and they are all less than the size of a palm. The previous leader Yang Dingtian is at this level!
Feeling that the hearts of several people seemed to be burning, Jingzhou suggested, "How about I wait for a few people to spar with each other?"
The five people looked at each other and said, "Then I will be offended!"
Wei Yixiao leaned close to Jing Zhou and moved his ice cotton palm towards Jing Zhou's back. Cold air spread between his fingers and the entire palm seemed to be frozen. This was the first time in so many years that he used his Ice Palm with all his strength. When he struck out with his palm, the cold palm wind seemed to freeze the air.
There were countless people who also used their special skills to surround Jing Zhou. These five people actually wanted to join forces to besiege Jing Zhou.
They also knew that no one could be a match for the young man in front of them. They also wanted to see the new leader's skills in dealing with the man who was about to become the leader.
Several people took action at the same time. Although the sound was loud, it did not pose much threat to Jingzhou. He could only use his fists and feet, claws, fingers, palms or punches to resolve the attacks of the five people one by one. . .
