Yu Lifeng's male disciple waved his hand and cast a rain-proof spell. The whole body was free from rainwater and was as clean as before. But his face was as dark as water, and he looked at Su Xing who was tied up in a panic and almost fell, but he was standing stubbornly in the heavy rain.
The look on his face, if he saw it correctly, was actually calm.
It seems as if the other party is the winner.
Feeling irritated in his heart, he roared angrily: "How dare you pretend to be a real person, the thief will give me a slap in the face."
As he spoke, the palm of his hand glowed faintly with the light of fine iron. The palm of his hand was like a sword, and it opened a curtain of rain and slashed straight towards Su Xing.
At the critical moment, in front of Su Xing, a pointed bamboo shoot suddenly broke out of the ground and grew at an extremely fast speed. A thin green bamboo was pulled out from the middle of the shoot.
"when!"
Cuizhujian blocked the blow without any hesitation. Miraculously, the palms of Cuizhu and his palms collided, and it was like gold and iron striking each other. A few sparks splashed out in the air.
On a thick bamboo on the hillside, the face that originally appeared gradually protruded, and then, a person walked out of the bamboo intact.
The rain didn't touch him either, and he fell gently to the ground. He didn't even notice that he had taken a few steps, but he actually stood in front of Su Xing. Wearing a gray-green straight-breasted robe, with a gentle touch of his hand, the newly sprouted green bamboo suddenly shrank downwards, and in a few breaths, it turned into a bamboo shoot and burrowed into the soil again.
"Ma Ziyu, stop." The man in gray and green robes said calmly.
"Senior Brother Yan? What do you mean?" Ma Ziyu's face was uncertain, but he was still obedient and did not take any further action.
There is no other reason. The other party is Yu Lifeng, the leader of the disciples on duty this month, and one of the inner disciples of Yu Life.
Yan Changyi!
"When it comes to real people, don't be careless." Yan Changyi was dressed in a gray-green straight-breasted robe. He had a well-proportioned figure and a Tai Chi bun on his head. He had an ordinary face in his weak years, but he was quite magnanimous.
"Senior Brother Yan, he..." Ma Ziyu wanted to argue further.
However, Yan Changyi just glanced at him lightly.
Ma Ziyu was shocked, thinking of the huge gap in identity and cultivation between the two.
He, who was so arrogant just now, suddenly fell silent, raised his hands and saluted:
"I will obey my senior brother's instructions."
Yan Changyi nodded slightly.
Ma Ziyu didn't dare to interfere any more. He made a secret in his hand and immediately put away the belt that tied Su Xing.
Su Xing was drenched in the heavy rain and staggered twice due to the force of the belt being put away, but he did not fall down after all.
"If it involves real people, then follow me up the mountain." Yan Changyi said calmly.
In the world of Dayu cultivation, Jindan Zhenren's identity is respected, and almost all of them are elder-like beings in any sect.
Once you become an elder, you can teach disciples. But in fact, no sect dares to force Jindan Master to pass down the method and teach his disciples.
Therefore, except for the direct disciples accepted by Master Jindan personally, it is extraordinary that he can be called master directly.
The remaining inner disciples and official disciples can only be regarded as "named disciples". Even Yan Changyi usually only dares to address him as "real person".
Of course, even real people don’t teach disciples at all. The sect has its own Sutra Pavilion to teach Taoism, and regularly arranges for masters and sages to teach the Taoism. It is not uncommon for direct disciples like Yu Lifeng and Senior Sister to teach their masters.
And in the peak, if you have the chance to be noticed by a real person, you will reach the sky in one step.
This shows that as soon as Han Qiaozhi entered the sect, he was personally accepted as an inner disciple by Master Jiedan. As expected, he would definitely become a direct disciple in the future.
This is why Pharmacist Wang is certain that only the Yanhan Peak where Han Qiaozhi is located is willing and able to save Su Xing.
Su Xing stood staggering in the heavy rain, his whole body was soaked to the skin, dust was mixed with water droplets on his face, and he was extremely embarrassed.
But he didn't leave in a hurry, but instead raised his hands and said:
"Senior Brother Rong, wait for me for a moment."
The voice was so low that it could barely penetrate the rain curtain, but it still conveyed a sense of calm.
The two disciples present were both cultivators, so of course they all heard it.
"Be brave, Senior Brother Yan is willing to give you, a thief, a chance to prove yourself, but you still dare to delay."
However, Yan Changyi looked at Su Xing for the first time and nodded: "Yes."
Both of them in the field were untouched by rain, just like the gods.
But Su Xing was in a mess, being beaten by the heavy rain, but he seemed not to notice.
He shook his head and sat down on the rain-watered floor.
"Ah...haha." A chuckle.
I don’t know if it’s the joy of escaping, or just the relaxation of this moment, or the ridicule of some people or fate.
Seeing that he was still laughing, Ma Ziyu couldn't help but want to taunt him again. However, when he saw Yan Changyi just watching in the distance, seemingly admiring the heavy rain, he didn't dare to say anything in the end.
Su Xing sat in the rain. The heavy rain was like water splashing on his body.
There is no place on the body that does not hurt, and no place that does not feel cold. But his expression was indifferent, as if he was savoring the most embarrassing day in his life so far.
After gathering some strength, he took out a pair of scissors from his sleeve.
Slowly take off your shirt.
It was raining heavily and he moved very slowly.
Holding the scissors, his hands trembled due to the pain and weakness in his body, but with a firm momentum, he followed the feeling and without hesitation slashed towards a slightly bulging bag on his back.
The skin and flesh were broken open, leaving a stream of black blood along the skin, which quickly blended into the rain and disappeared.
The aura had been suppressing most of the toxins on the surface of the skin, and only now could he take the time to treat the wound.
Otherwise, there is still about an hour on the way up the mountain, and he may collapse before he can hold on.
Moreover, since the power of Jindan Zhenren has been brought out, the other party must not be able to wait even this time.
Seeing Su Xing holding the scissors and cutting away at the second pustule, Ma Ziyu couldn't help but murmured:
"The poison of crow's heart? How did you not fall down until now..."
Yan Changyi, who was watching the rain, rarely turned his head and stared at Su Xing with interest.
In fact, the two of them had already noticed that Su Xing's face was dark and they were afraid that he was poisoned. But neither of them expected that the opponent's poison was actually the poison of Crow Heart, which was almost incurable during the Qi training period.
Su Xing had already scratched three pustules on his back, held a spiritual stone, absorbed the spiritual energy, and began to heal the wounds at the same time.
He did not plan to deal with the injury on his leg for the time being to avoid affecting his actions later. Anyway, after the toxins on the back are dealt with, there will be enough spiritual energy to suppress them temporarily.
A quarter of an hour later, Su Xing slowly opened his eyes. The rain was cold and biting, but he still slowly put on his shirt.
He pushed back the hair that was scattered on his face, and then wiped it on his face, removing the dust and rainwater.
Revealing a face that was slightly blue and black, tired and weak, but still extremely handsome. As if responding to Ma Ziyu's words just now, he replied softly:
"Some people are still alive, but I can't fall."
"You..." Ma Ziyu seemed to be offended and was about to reprimand him.
Yan Changyi, who had been waiting for a long time, said calmly, "Since it doesn't affect your actions anymore, just let me go."
"Yes." Su Xing bowed and saluted, and followed behind, soaking wet. He passed by Ma Ziyu without even looking at him.
