At this time, Wu Gang's poison broke out, and he shouted madly: "I don't care, I don't care, anyway, I want all of Yin Laogou's descendants to die! They promised me, as long as..." Before he could finish his words, a mouthful of black blood came out Well out, he twitched a few times and then died.
The setting sun was setting, and the cold light fell on everyone, and everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.
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Chapter 31
Song Yuzhi was a tall and handsome young man, while Cai Zhao was delicate and slender. The former covered his chest with one hand and rested his hand on the latter's body, which made him feel like he was leaning on a thin willow on a dangerous cliff in a high mountain. Although senior brother Wu Gangfang died and was injured, it did not stop the disciples from fluttering their eyebrows and using their eyes to express their thoughts on the scandal that had been booming these days.
Chang Ning: ...I also hate famous people.
He walked to Cai Zhao and lowered his voice: "If you continue to support me, we can really change the marriage."
Cai Zhao was excited and quickly handed Song Yuzhi to the two disciples beside him. He said sternly that he wanted to see the master to see if the old man was seriously injured and bleeding a lot. Would he like a cup of Angelica, Red Dates and Silky Chicken? The soup replenishes blood.
Of course Song Yuzhi heard Chang Ning's 'slanderous words', and he couldn't bear it: "Brother Chang Shi is so happy?"
"Of course I'm happy to wipe out all the demon sect thieves." Chang Ning felt that Song Yuzhi was really stupid and had a stupid face, and he still asked such stupid things at this moment.
"Are you happy that Junior Sister Zhaozhao is so persistent with Master Zhou?" Song Yuzhi felt that Chang Ning was simply a smart-faced but stupid person. We are all men, no one can see what he means to Cai Zhao, but doesn't he know that the biggest problem is not Song but Zhou?
Chang Ning really couldn't laugh anymore.
After counting, thirty-two disciples and twenty-five servants died in the inner sect, and eight disciples and sixteen servants died in the outer sect. Most of them were intercepted and killed by the demon sect thieves while running to escape. The losses were indescribable. Not tragic. But on the other hand, if you stay in your nest well, there is a high probability that nothing will happen, so——
Lei Xiuming and Fan Xingjia from Yaolu waited in fear all afternoon. From lunch time to sunset, even though their bellies were hungry, not even a single member of the demon sect could be seen;
It only took two hours for Li Wenxun and others from the outer sect to go from being overjoyed when they first saw Ding Zhuo coming to help, to expressionlessly saying, "My nephew, thank you for your hard work. I'm going to leave. How about dinner?"
Not to mention the Yin Sulian mother and daughter who were hiding in Hot Spring Pass. Apart from running away in a hurry and soiling their newly made gold skirts, they had nothing to lose. Oh, except Miss Qi’s maid who died tragically.
To sum up, the demon sect invaded a total of thirty-five people this time, and Chang and Cai killed ten of them. At least 70% of these thirty-five people are masters, and their cultivation level is between the heads of various sects and their strongest disciples. After they climbed the cliff, they sent out more than ten people to harass and kill anyone on sight, creating an atmosphere of panic in the sect, so that the disciples everywhere did not dare to act rashly and just guarded the door.
The real intention of the demon sect thieves this time is only Muweigong.
Inside Chuitianwu.
Qi Yunke's family and all his disciples gathered in Song Yuzhi's house, with Chang Ning accompanying him like a shadow.
As the first target of the assassination by the Wu brothers, the poison Wu Xiong used on the dagger was so domineering that it could be said to seal his throat with blood.
Fortunately, Cai Zhao warned in time, and the poisonous blade only stabbed Qi Yunke's arm, and Chang Ning immediately sealed the surrounding acupoints. Qi Yunke quickly used his internal strength to force out most of the poison, and then rested well, so that a little bit of the infiltrated poison could be slowly eliminated. .
Song Yuzhi's injury is troublesome.
Lei Xiuming asked Song Yuzhi to lie on the couch and repeatedly checked the true energy in his body. While checking, he kept shaking his head and sighing after shaking his head, which sold out the atmosphere.
Fan Xingjia urged: "Uncle Lei, please say something instead of shaking your head."
Only then did Lei Xiuming put down his hand and sighed: "The cold energy from the underworld of the Demon Sect has been absorbed into Yu Zhong, which has damaged the alchemy. Even if the injury is healed, the skill will be compromised."
"Netherworld cold energy?" Qi Yunke lost his voice, "Wu Gang actually practiced this!"
Netherworld Cold Qi is a demon sect Kung Fu that is extremely cold and specializes in damaging the inner energy. The emphasis is on injuring the enemy by one thousand and damaging yourself by eight hundred.
Of course, those who fall victim to this technique will have their elixir burst and cold poison enter their veins, causing them to lose all their skills. But those who practice this technique will also have their internal organs damaged by the poison, and will surely die within a few years. Therefore, even people in the Demon Sect practice this evil technique. Not many.
"Wu Gang has made up his mind to risk his life." Cai Zhao muttered to himself.
Song Yuzhi raised his zhenqi, and he found that his meridians were empty, and he could not gather any zhenqi. The elixir was like a tea bowl full of loopholes. No matter how much water was poured into it, it would leak cleanly.
"Then the third junior brother will lose all his martial arts?" Dai Fengchi blurted out.
These words caused Lei Xiuming to glare, "Didn't you hear what I just said? It's a discount, not completely useless!"
Dai Fengchi shrank back.
Lei Xiuming continued: "Thanks to Yu Zhong's luck in resisting the attack, and Zhao Zhao's flying knife happened to hit Wu Gang, causing him to lag when he took out the palm - Yu Zhi did not lose all his skills."
Yin Sulian hurriedly asked: "How much power will be left after Yu Zhi recovers?"
"It's hard to say." Lei Xiuming said solemnly, "As little as two to three percent, as much as four to five percent."
Everyone in the room had different expressions: regretful, sad, disappointed, anxious, and secretly happy. All kinds of eyes glanced at Song Yuzhi one by one.
He has been a proud man of heaven since he was a child. He has never received such eyes before, and he can't help but feel depressed and irritable.
"Uncle Lei, is it impossible for the third senior brother to recover?" Qi Lingbo wrung his handkerchief and asked hurriedly.
Lei Xiuming continued to shake his head: "If supplemented by rare medicines and masters like the master of the clan, Yu Zhi Tui's palace could be restored to 60 to 70%."
There was a sad silence in the room.
"Wait a minute." Yin Sulian suddenly said, "I remember that my brother-in-law had a cousin named Song Shiye. It seems that he was also struck by the coldness of the netherworld back then. Didn't he recover later? Isn't it, Yun Ke, do you remember?"
Song Yuzhi's eyes suddenly lit up.
Qi Yunke thought for a while: "Yes, that's what happened. But..."
He looked at everyone in the room, "But not long after he recovered, he went crazy and passed away."
Song Yuzhi raised his voice: "Did my uncle go crazy because he recovered his kung fu, or did he go crazy because he accidentally practiced kung fu afterwards?"
Qi Yunke looked embarrassed: "Your father didn't elaborate on this back then, and I don't know."
"That's enough." Lei Xiuming clapped his hands, "Let Yu Zhi's father come to the sect later and everything will be clear."
This matter came to an end in a seemingly relaxed atmosphere. Everyone comforted Song Yu one or two and then left.
Yin Sulian was obviously uneasy, Qi Lingbo cried so hard, and even shouted that he wanted to stay and take care of Song Yuzhi's recovery. Yin Sulian glanced at her, and Dai Fengchi coaxed and persuaded Qi Lingbo away.
Qi Yunke was worried, so he put his hand on Song Yuzhi's shoulder, sighed for a long time, and was finally helped away by the Fan Xing family - Song Yuzhi joined the sect at the age of seven and was Qi Yunke's most devoted disciple. If Song Yuzhi could not recover, his many years of hard work would be ruined. It's over once.
Although they had only known each other for more than ten days, Cai Zhao couldn't bear Song Yuzhi.
Only Chang Ning was calm and calm, and when he stepped out of the gate of Chuitianwu, he said leisurely, "Qingque Sect is going to change."
"Shut up. If you have anything to say, come back and say it again!" Cai Zhao lowered her voice. She knew Chang Ning would have nothing good to say if he opened his mouth, so she quickly grabbed his sleeve and went straight to Qingjingzhai.
After going back to the house and closing the door, making sure that no one was around, she turned around and said, "Are you the only one who sees that today's matter is troublesome? Everyone has seen it, but they are polite and keep it to themselves! How different is it from you? , The beggar doesn’t leave any food for the night, so he has to say everything on the spot to be happy!”
Chang Ning elegantly rolled her sleeves and sat at the table: "Since even Xiao Cai Heroine has noticed it, I would like to hear the details."
Cai Zhao also sat at the table: "If the third senior brother cannot recover, the next sect leader will have to be replaced. Alas, it is such a pity that the third senior brother has a good character and a high level of cultivation. How could he encounter such a bad thing? "
Chang Ning no longer wanted to be elegant at all, and said with a straight face: "Song Yuzhi is indeed unlucky. Not only may the position of the sect leader be lost, but his fiancée may also be lost. What's the matter, do you want to fill the position of the Cai family of the Song family?"
"If you don't want to talk to me, I'll leave." Cai Zhao fell out.
Chang Ning was furious: "I haven't settled the account with you for delivering soup to Song Yuzhi in the past two days, but you are angry with me!"
Cai Zhao stood up and turned around, but Chang Ning grabbed her and refused to let her go: "Don't leave, I haven't finished speaking yet."
"After hearing what you said, I was so angry! Let me go!" Cai Zhao tried his best to pull out his sleeve.
The two of them were struggling with each other, and the fabric of their sleeves was torn apart, and it split from the elbow with a 'stab' sound.
Cai Zhao was so angry that he fell down, "Well, you're Chang. You haven't fully recovered yet, so you're here to retaliate!" As he said this, he slapped the opponent with a powerful blow, determined to give him a black nose and a swollen face.
Chang Ning turned around to avoid it, but Cai Zhao jumped up and kicked her away. Chang Ning blocked her calf with a palm and laughed, "I'm going to hit her if I can't say it!"
Cai Zhao slapped the table and the teapot bounced high. She swept her palm and the teapot flew towards Chang Ning like an arrow.
Chang Ning waved his palm to block it as usual. Unexpectedly, the teapot was full of tea. Although the broken pieces of the teapot were blown away by the wind of his palm, half of his face was inevitably splashed by the tea.
This time it was Cai Zhao's turn to laugh.
Chang Ning threw herself at Cai Zhao with a sullen face, and the two of them fought in close quarters.
After more than ten moves, Chang Ning was hit hard by Cai Zhao's elbow in the chest, causing him to stagger back a few steps. He said angrily: "I will show mercy, don't be ungrateful!"
Cai Zhao gritted his teeth: "Keep your ancestors alive!"
Chang Ning was so angry that he was half dead. The girl's kung fu is not weak, and he can't really make a killing move, but he doesn't have to take a hit from time to time.
When the two of them were fighting each other, the door was suddenly pushed open. Chang and Cai stopped and looked - Ding Zhuo was standing coldly at the door with a medicine tray in his hand.
"Uncle Lei asked me to deliver the golden sore medicine." He said solemnly.
Cai Zhao remembered that he had broken the appointment, stepped forward to take the medicine tray, and smiled apologetically: "It turns out to be Fourth Senior Brother. Fourth Senior Brother, please come in, Fourth Senior Brother, please sit down, Fourth Senior Brother, please have some tea... uh..."
She saw the broken porcelain pieces of the teapot on the floor and smiled awkwardly, "I'll ask someone to bring another pot of tea."
"I never drink tea." Ding Zhuo's face was cold and his voice was even colder, "Martial arts practitioners should not indulge in any enjoyment of food, clothing, housing and transportation. Drink any tea, just water. Junior sister is extremely talented, it is best not to be greedy for food and drink. , the future is bound to be limitless.”
Cai Zhao: ...If she could give up delicious food, she would have become a Buddha immediately.
Chang Ning wanted to laugh.
Cai Zhao knew that Ding Zhuo was unhappy, so he tried his best to make up for it: "Today's important events are over. If the fourth senior brother is still interested in fighting, my little sister will definitely accompany him!"
Ding Zhuo rolled his eyelids: "Are you injured today?"
"Injured? I'm not." Cai Zhao chuckled, "I'm lucky today, I didn't even break my oily skin..."
"——But I'm injured." Ding Zhuo snorted coldly.
Cai Zhao's laughter stopped abruptly.
Chang Ning tried hard not to laugh.
Only then did Cai Zhao notice that Ding Zhuo's left arm and neck were wrapped in bandages, and said sarcastically: "I thought the outer door was safe."
Ding Zhuo: "There is indeed nothing wrong with the outer gate, but I met two demon sect thieves on the way to the outer gate. I was accidentally injured and suffered some flesh injuries."
"That's good, that's good." Cai Zhao was thankful, "It won't hinder the martial arts competition."
"Why not?!" Ding Zhuo twisted his sword eyebrows into a vise and said angrily, "Masters must abandon all complicated reasons to compete in martial arts. Competing with injuries is a great humiliation to those who practice martial arts!"
"No, it's not that important." Cai Zhao was a little stupid.
"I have injuries on my body. If you win, others will say you are willing to give in. If you lose, others will say you are too weak to win - can this be called a competition?!"
Cai Zhao's head was as big as a bucket, "Then, what do you want to do, senior brother?"
"Wait until I recover." Ding Zhuo, "At most six or seven days, I will send a message of support to my junior sister." This time he learned his lesson.
Cai Zhao agreed repeatedly.
Before leaving, Ding Zhuo looked back at the mess in the house: "Junior Sister Wanwang, please take care of yourself in the next six or seven days, try to control your temper, and don't get hurt in a fight - unless Junior Sister looks down on me."
