The blood soaked into the sleeves from the shoulders down, slowly accumulating in a small puddle on the ground. The warm smell of blood rose in the night fog and soon spread out.

In a corner of the night mist, Huaifenghua lay curled up on the ground.

When she landed, she touched the ground with her shoulders. After rolling a few times, her left arm spread out diagonally upwards, trembling slightly, but she was unable to take it back.

Hearing a shout from her apprentice in the distance, Huaifenghua abandoned her sword with her right hand and rested her hand on the ground. Not only was she unable to sit up, but after several movements, the wound on her left shoulder was torn, and she was losing blood faster and faster.

"Master!" A pair of hands peeled away the night mist and gently supported Huaifenghua from behind.

Zhang Shaoyao fluttered his eyelashes and held Huaifenghua upright with both hands. He looked from Huahenhua's left arm hanging weakly to his left shoulder, but his right hand that was originally stretched out stopped in the air.

"Master, you are so injured..."

After Huaifenghua's left shoulder was pierced by Geng Jian's sword intent, the wound left was no bigger than a pearl, and the blood kept pouring out. Zhang Shaoyao subconsciously wanted to seal a few acupoints for Huaifenghua to stop the bleeding, and waited until his finger left Huaifenghua. When the shoulder was no more than an inch away, I realized that things were a bit tricky.

The night fog is thick, and the spread of the bloody smell is undoubtedly lighting a lantern for the enemy and telling others to come this way. Can she, Zhang Shaoyao, understand, but can the master know?

It’s not that I don’t want to, but I really can’t.

Huaifenghua covered the wound on her left shoulder with her right hand, narrowed her eyes, and frowned: "It's a bit troublesome. That sword intention is really extraordinary, and it found a gap for my Qi to flow."

When a monk faces an enemy, energy flows through his limbs and bones.

The speed of the flow of Qi determines whether the "moment" of true Qi flowing out is fast or slow, and the length of the flow of Qi in the meridians affects the amount of "one breath" the monk has.

The monks often say that one breath is the amount of Qi that a Zhoutian can carry.

In layman's terms, when a monk is thinking, his qi will rise. The more meridians and acupoints that the qi runs through, the more true qi he can capture.

Almost every monk who aspires to the great road has heard more or less that the group of peak monks who have truly reached the top can "eight hundred miles together", which means that at the moment of thinking, the energy circulates in the meridians. After running for eight hundred miles, when the true energy gushes out, it will be like "the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return."

Maybe those masters didn't use up all their energy for a week until the battle ended. This is the beauty of Qi Machine.

After using up all her strength, Huaifenghua dodged the potentially fatal sword shuttle. However, when she was forced to take a breath of fresh air, she found a gap in the flow of air, so she suffered a lot at this time. Injuries to the body are actually caused by increasing blood loss and insufficient Qi and blood, but the Qi that is cut off by the sword and becomes chaotic and disintegrated is the real problem.

If Zhang Shaoyao had acted recklessly just now, he might have done something bad with good intentions, causing the already chaotic and disintegrated Qi machine to finally burst due to the influence of external forces.

Zhang Shaoyao looked at the blood that was constantly overflowing from between Huaifenghua's fingers. His light eyebrows wrinkled up, and he suddenly slapped his little head with an "ah" sound, "Master, you can't seal the acupoints." You can use hemostatic powder, I’m so dark under the lamp.”

Zhang Shaoyao quickly took off the sachet from her waist. She was known as a mobile elixir storehouse in Wanhua Valley. The sachet contained the most Wanhua elixirs, with eight or nine pills in it.

Originally, she would not have prepared ordinary medicines like Zhixue Powder on her body before, but after her brother Aliang, whom she named "Mu Qing", began to travel around the world, she made many of them.

Zhang Shaoyao also knew that although her master and apprentice had taken advantage of the location and the enemy's strength had been declining, they were still on the battlefield. She quickly spread the hemostasis powder for Huaifenghua.

Huaifenghua's gaze swept across Zhang Shaoyao's sachet, while she was alert to the movements of Murong Xing and Geng Jian, she joked: "For me, this hemostasis powder is much more useful than these Wanhua Dan. "

Huai Fenghua didn't know that when she said this, Geng Jian was taking the only Wanhua Dan in Murong Xing's hand. Compared with Zhang Shaoyao, they were undoubtedly in the dark.

Zhang Shaoyao wrinkled his small nose and said, "Master, I collect one of these Ten Thousand Flower Pills every time I refine it. Are you okay?"

Huaifenghua glared at Zhang Shaoyao, "Now is not the time for my little daughter to be distracted. Don't think I don't know this is reserved for that brat A Liang."

"Master." Zhang Shaoyao looked in a certain direction, "Do you think Senior Sister can bring someone back?"

Huaifenghua said silently: "It's difficult."

The bloody smell had spread out. Huaifenghua and Zhang Shaoyao hid behind a military tent and said softly: "But you don't have to worry. Now that the time and place are on our side, Murong Xing's strength has also dropped a lot. "

"What if they have the elixir?"

Huaifenghua smiled slightly and said: "If you don't take it in advance, the effect of Wanhua Dan is limited, and the time it can last is shortened from a quarter of an hour to a half-quarter of an hour."

When Murong Xing used Lu Fanrou as a threat to interrogate Xu Zuo, Xu Zuo did her best to be worthy of the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley. She could not make her descendants sad, so she told the truth after weighing the balance.

However, this matter has advantages and disadvantages for both parties, because the other party will not know how long taking the Ten Thousand Flowers Pill will last after being affected by the spirit mist array, but she does.

As for the drawbacks, thinking of this, Huaifenghua looked at the apprentice who was paying more attention to his wounds, and sighed: "You just missed a great opportunity."

"What?" Zhang Shaoyao looked confused and a little at a loss.

A pale wry smile appeared on Huaifenghua's beautiful, bloodless face. Her tone was quite gratifying, and she said with shining eyes: "You found the timing very accurately. If you use all your strength to pursue the victory, you might not be able to seriously injure Murong Xing."

"Can I seriously injure that old thief Murong?" Zhang Shaoyao looked surprised. She saw her master saying this with certainty, but she began to doubt herself for the first time. After all, Murong Xing was a powerful character who made her master very embarrassed.

"Of course." Huaifenghua couldn't hide her fatigue and sat gently on the ground, "I was sweating for you at that time, but I didn't expect that the spiritual mist array left by the ancestors of Wanhua Valley is indeed extraordinary."

When Zhang Shaoyao found the right moment and slashed at Murong Xing with his sword, she was trying to get up from the ground, and her eyes just caught this scene. She applauded Zhang Shaoyao's sword attack, but also felt worried about Zhang Shaoyao's lack of fighting experience.

Huaifenghua saw all the details of the battle between the two. After Murong Xing paid the price of being slashed on the shoulder, she still had the intention to trade her injury for her life. She almost gave up her luck at that time. He had to circulate his true energy even when the dike broke, but Murong Xing retreated on his own.

Although Murong Xing was really hateful when he was fighting, but when he retreated, he was already injured at that time. He would only retreat if he thought that his strength was not enough to ensure victory.

Huaifenghua collected and straightened out more than half of the chaotic and disorganized Qi, and restored seventy-eight percent of her strength. She slowly stood up and said, "I asked your senior sister to move the reinforcements. In fact, I didn't have much hope in the first place. In addition to recognizing it clearly, Men named Murong are even more hypocritical, and they also want your senior sister to get out of the way. You know, your brother Aliang..."

Zhang Shaoyao nodded. The news about the novice assassin Mu Qing killing Yueluo Jiujian, who was ranked third on the Earth Ranking during the mission, had already spread within Hidden Valley. The Quan Mansion people used this matter to sow discord at that time. Senior Sister She had been silent and sad since that time, and she felt uncomfortable, too, and the master was in a dilemma and couldn't say anything to persuade her.

After all, love is the most unforgettable word.

But those outsiders still underestimated the feelings of the same sect in their Wanhua Valley lineage. Although there were many rumors in the outer sect of Wanhua Valley after this incident, the three masters and disciples were analyzing the situation calmly, and they had long understood that this was just a target. It's just the plan of Wanhua Valley.

Zhang Shaoyao's round and big eyes narrowed into slits, and he said in a hateful voice: "Then Chen Qing and Murong Xing are the most hateful, they actually want to use this matter to cause civil strife."

And brother Aliang, you don’t let me worry either.

Of course, this last sentence was just the girl's inner slander, and she was too embarrassed to reveal her grievances to a woman who was both her teacher and mother.

Zhang Shaoyao is only twenty-eight years old, and she is already quite tall. She is only half a head shorter than Huaifenghua. If you include the round bun that gathers a lot of black hair, there is no need for Huaifenghua to be shorter. She spoke Shi's breath was like a blue, her eyes were narrowed and she hated others, but she was a little cute. Huaifenghua patted the loose ball head and said with a smile: "There are only a few of us, how can there be civil strife?"

Before Murong Xing came to Wanhua Valley, it didn't matter that the outer disciples of Wanhua Valley were in a mess. Huaifenghua never believed that those people could represent the position of Wanhua Valley.

Zhang Shaoyao nodded repeatedly and glanced at Da Wu, who was no longer moving, "Master, those two people didn't run away, right?"

"Run away. If Murong Xing runs away, that old thief Murong Yin will slowly appear." Huaifenghua said sarcastically: "Master, I don't like this old thief's style the most. There are so many rugged ravines and bullshit palms in my heart. The law is the most disciplined, so it depends on who you talk to. Regarding our matter in Wanhua Valley, if you look at it simply, it is nothing more than an internal fight between his family named Murong."

"It's a pity that our master and apprentice planted the elixir."

"But with Murong Xing's character, if he doesn't take action, he will succeed, but if he takes action, he will succeed, they should still have——"

Suddenly, before she finished saying the word "backhand", Huaifeng, who had been silently adjusting her energy, raised her eyebrows. With her back to the military tent, she did not waste time by saying anything, but directly used her right shoulder to gently He knocked Zhang Shaoyao away, then took a big step forward with his right foot, twisted his toes, and when he turned around, he immediately raised his arm and crossed his sword in front of him.

In Zhang Shaoyao's shocked eyes, the curtain of the military tent that originally exuded the smell of tung oil suddenly bulged into a long strip shape, and then a huge gap was opened with a "pop" sound, and a piece of cold iron was made The stick hit Huaifenghua on the head!

This stick came extremely unexpectedly. Before the attack, the opponent was standing behind the master and the disciple. He was not noticed even though there was only a layer of curtains. Until the opponent's Qi appeared, activating Huai Fenghua's Qi.

The shadow of the stick fell, whistling sounds continued, and the gap torn by the force became wider and wider. Huaifenghua pushed Zhang Shaoyao away in time and took a big step back. The person who pulled out the stick finally showed his figure.

I saw that this man was full of a sense of force. After stepping out of the military tent, he pursed his lips and did not yell loudly. He just took a big step towards Huaifenghua, held a stick in both hands, and simply and roughly smashed it. Come down!