Lin Qianmeng had eaten Yao Lin's meal, and almost shed tears because of her grievance. Suddenly, she heard a clear voice scolding: "Lin'er, why don't you shut up! Is this how your teacher teaches you to talk to your classmates like this?"
Everyone in the Kongtong Sect was shocked when they heard this, but Yao Lin was both surprised and happy. As she walked away from the scene, she called out, "Is Master here? Master, come and help me to save Senior Brother Pang!"
Before he finished speaking, two figures appeared on the scene as if they were startled. They turned out to be a man and a woman.
The man seemed to be in his thirties or younger than forty. He was wearing an ocher-colored robe and a black mink fur. He had three long strands of beard under his chin. He seemed to be calm and authoritative.
The woman was wearing a pomegranate red dress and a lavender jade-inlaid cloak over her shoulders. Looking at her face, she was as gorgeous as a peach or plum and as beautiful as a Yao Ji. Especially the pair of deep dimples made her look more youthful and beautiful, as if she was in her prime.
Peng Yihui came to his senses first and hurriedly bowed his head and said respectfully: "Disciple has met Master and Uncle Yu." Lin Qianmeng and others did not dare to neglect, and each of them also saluted accordingly.
Only Yao Lin was supporting Pang Zijian. Although it was inconvenient to greet her at this moment, she still said sweetly: "Master, you are really getting younger and younger. If master and apprentice go out together, people will treat us as sisters."
The woman said seriously: "Little girl, please don't pour me the soul-stirring soup. Please remember to be kind in the future. Just now, Lin'er offended Junior Nephew Lin with her harsh words. She also asked Junior Nephew Lin to consider the friendship between the same disciples and not to take it to heart."
Lin Qianmeng said at a loss: "No...it won't happen. Senior Sister Yao...is also...caring about Senior Brother Pang. I...understand it."
Yao Lin's face turned red and she couldn't hide her anxiousness: "Master, Uncle Tong, Brother Pang, what's going on?"
The man stepped forward and took hold of Pang Zijian's wrist. He pondered for a moment before nodding and said: "Master Nephew Lin just said it right. Master Nephew Pang was indeed injured by the Kunlun Four Ultimate Palms, which caused the true energy to be lost. Suddenly, It’s hard to condense.”
Yao Lin's heart sank and she murmured to herself: "Is this really the case? But I think that Yu Bingru's moves are just mediocre, and Senior Brother Pang can easily resolve them. How could he be injured by her inexplicably?"
The man stroked his beard and smiled and said: "It seems that this Miss Yu has made great progress recently. She is worthy of being the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect. Well... you can tell me in detail what the situation was at that time."
Yao Lin was worried about Pang Zijian's injury, so she couldn't find the mood to elaborate on the specific situation. In desperation, she could only look at the woman secretly, hoping that she would save her.
The woman turned a blind eye and said calmly: "What's wrong, Lin'er? Master asked you a question, but you still don't answer honestly?"
Seeing that she was helpless, Yao Lin had no choice but to recount the key points of what had happened before. After hearing this, the man nodded slightly and said, "Sure enough, although her sword did not penetrate into Junior Nephew Pang's body, the dazzling sun in it was The strong force has penetrated the skin, leaving a hidden wound in Master Pang's nephew's energy."
"After that, the 'Black Tiger Heart-Taking' move turned into a thunderous force. The internal force stirred up and caused the hidden wound. The true energy of Master Nephew Pang's Dantian was dispersed at that time."
He was speaking eloquently, but Yao Lin felt like crying without tears. Just when she was about to plead without restraint, she heard Peng Yihui say indifferently: "But Senior Brother Pang didn't look like he was exhausted at that time, and he can deal with the two moves later." He was very chic and did not fall behind at all.”
The man said with a straight face: "The key to martial arts is proportion. A slight difference can make a huge difference. If Miss Yu had made another serious move at that time, Master Nephew Pang would have been defeated on the spot. But before Master Pang's true energy was about to dissipate, he said On this occasion, she used the 'venomous snake spitting letter' technique to use the Ice Abyss Condensation Strength."
"This ice abyss condensed energy came at the perfect time, and it just happened to temporarily freeze Master Nephew Pang's true energy in his Dantian. Master Nephew Pang thought he was fine, but in fact he just didn't notice it for a moment. Such exquisite propriety. , looking at today’s younger generation, they are already worthy of being among the best.”
Although Pang Zijian was sweating from the pain at this moment, he still said with difficulty: "What my uncle said is absolutely true. It's all my fault that my nephew is not good at studying. I'm really... I'm really ashamed."
The man nodded slightly and said, "Nephew Pang, you don't have to belittle yourself. Her last move, 'Eagle Claw Crossing the Sky,' uses the Konglan spinning force, which uses the spinning force to gradually dissipate the concentration energy added to your Dantian, so until now It’s only then that you realize that your true energy is loose, and it’s no longer possible to regulate it.”
Everyone listened to his explanation and felt that they had benefited a lot. Peng Yihui couldn't help but said with admiration: "My disciple originally thought that the Four Ultimate Palms of Kunlun was just one of their introductory palm techniques, but it turns out that there are many wonderful methods in it." , then why didn’t master tell his disciple about this before?”
The man shook his head and sighed and said: "The most important thing to avoid when traveling in the world is to be competitive. Although the six of you have already risen to prominence in our sect, Xi Wulin, the leader of the Kunlun sect for many years, how can we challenge him unless it is absolutely necessary? This time the right is right. I’ll teach you a lesson, don’t act willfully again in the future.”
Peng Yihui and Lin Qianmeng understood and responded respectfully, while Pang Zijian also nodded with difficulty. Although the remaining three people, including Yao Lin, agreed, they were quite dissatisfied. They only thought that this senior of the sect was making alarmist remarks.
The woman had been watching with cold eyes. At this time, Fang chuckled and said: "Okay, senior brother, we all know that you are a martial arts fanatic. If I don't let you finish your words quickly, I'm afraid you will inevitably be uneasy when you are giving treatment. Wouldn't that be Are you going to harm nephew Pang?"
She seemed to be saying this to the man, but she was actually explaining it to her beloved disciple. After hearing this, Yao Lin naturally lost all her resentment, and said with a sincere attitude: "Yes, we all will bear in mind the teachings of our master." , Please uncle, please heal Senior Brother Pang quickly."
The man finally nodded, stretched out his thumb and placed it between Pang Zijian's eyebrows, and slowly introduced the true energy through the Yintang acupoint.
Within a moment, Pang Zijian was sweating profusely, but his complexion gradually turned rosy, and it was clear that his internal injuries were no longer serious.
When Yao Lin and others saw this, they were all in admiration. In a moment, the man's performance was complete and he helped Pang Zijian stand up.
Pang Zijian wiped the sweat from his forehead, bowed deeply and respectfully, and said, "Thank you, Master Tong, for your help. My nephew is grateful."
The man smiled and said: "There's no need to be so outgoing. It's getting late today, and there's no need to rush into the city. Let's just find an inn to stay here."
Pang Zijian hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and said calmly: "Uncle Qi, we originally planned to stay in Jishang, but now that Miss Yu is also in the inn, I'm afraid..."
The man said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter. If you don't want to meet me, just be careful with your words and deeds."
Pang Zijian remembered that he had promised to help Xing Zhiying carry the letter before, but he felt relieved when he thought about it. After all, her eldest lady had always been like this, and Mr. Xing must have known about it, so he would explain it to her tomorrow.
