Lin Pingzhi nodded, stood up and said, "I'll go over there first to see what's going on there, and I'll be back soon."
Chang Yuchun had suffered serious internal injuries, and then he had a fierce battle, and the cold poison attacked his heart. If it weren't for his strong body, he might have died long ago, but after all, it took too long, and the conversation with Lin Pingzhi happened. After a short while, my strength became a little weak, and I lay down.
And Lin Pingzhi walked into the main room in the courtyard. On one side sat a monk with white hair and beard, and in the hall stood a middle-aged man with a delicate body, watching a child fanning a fire and cooking medicine. , the whole hall is filled with the aura of medicinal herbs.
Lin Pingzhi had never eaten pork but had seen pigs run away. Lin Pingzhi knew that the poison master's usual method of comparing poisons was to have one person poison, the other detoxify, and then switch the order until the winner was determined.
Seeing Zhang Wuji in such pain, Lin Pingzhi did not dare to say anything for a while. If he rushed forward rashly and no one could remove the poison from Zhang Wuji, he would be dead.
When the middle-aged man saw someone coming, he raised his head slightly, glanced at Lin Ping, and said calmly: "Who are you? Why are you here?"
Lin Pingzhi didn't care when he saw his cold expression, and said loudly: "Lin Pingzhi. I am escorting Zhang Wuji here to seek medical treatment."
Hu Qingniu snorted and continued to give some instructions to the kid who prepared the medicine, but ignored Lin Pingzhi.
Lin Pingzhi disagreed and continued: "I wonder where Zhang Wuji is now?"
"Hey, big brother, are you asking about the little brother who was hit by the Xuanming God's Palm? But don't worry, big brother. With my master here, nothing will happen to my little brother." Cheng Lingsu hurriedly patted his chest and promised. .
"Your master? I can't even figure it out for a while, let alone your master." Hu Qingniu said with a cold snort.
"Oh, I can detoxify the poison from Xuanming Divine Palm. I brought Wuji here originally to ask Mr. Hu to protect his heart after I detoxify him. Now that Master Wu'an is here, there is no need for Hu. Sir." Hu Qingniu's cold attitude also made Lin Pingzhi sarcastically say.
"Can you solve it? If you can solve it, I, Hu Qingniu, will become your disciple from now on."
Seeing Hu Qingniu's excited look, Lin Pingzhi knew that he had done this on purpose, so he said, "I'll just accept you as my disciple. Why don't you ask the people present to testify? If I put Zhang Wuji in the cold The poison cure is good, Mr. Hu, how about you follow me for ten years? And also try your best to treat Chang Yuchun? "
"Then what if you can't heal well?" Hu Qingniu asked.
"I'll let Mr. Hu do whatever he wants." Lin Pingzhi.
"good."
Seeing that the bet had come into effect, Lin Pingzhi was unambiguous. In fact, his most important thing was to let Hu Qingniu cure Chang Yuchun so that he could use it for himself in the future.
So let’s start detoxing now, right? Do you have any objections to Mr. Hu?
"I want to see the cold poison that makes me helpless. How do you want to cure it?"
Lin Pingzhi didn't waste any time, walked directly to Zhang Wuji who was unconscious, took off his shirt, took out a few silver needles, inserted them into several acupuncture points on his back, and then secretly used the Beiming Divine Technique. After about half an hour, I saw a few silver needles in the acupuncture points emitting a hint of cold air.
Lin Pingzhi knew that he was done pretending, and then he suddenly activated his internal energy and sucked in a few silver needles into Lin Pingzhi's hands, and then the cold poison in Zhang Wuji's body was sucked out along the direction of the silver needles.
After a while, Zhang Wuji's face turned rosy.
When Hu Qingniu saw this, he didn't believe that he was healed, so he hurried up to check and found that he was really healed.
Seeing that Lin Pingzhi cured the cold poison easily, the Poison Hand Medicine King was also shocked, knowing that it would take a year and a half at the earliest for him to take action in time.
Since there was a bet, Hu Qingniu couldn't say anything, but he looked very unwilling.
Not long after, Zhang Wuji also woke up slowly. He raised his head, took a blank look, and said with great joy: "Brother Lin, are you here?"
Lin Pingzhi walked over and helped him up.
Zhang Wuji suddenly thought of something and said: "Mr. Hu, don't forget what you promised Wuji. You must treat Brother Chang as soon as possible, otherwise he... he won't survive..."
Having said this, Zhang Wuji lowered his head sadly.
Lin Pingzhi knew that he had a good relationship with Chang Yuchun, so he patted his head and said with a smile: "Brother Chang is saved, there will be no problem."
"Really?" Zhang Wuji.
Lin Pingzhi grinned and said it was true.
Of course he knew that even if what happened today had not happened, Chang Yuchun would have been accidentally cured by Zhang Wuji. Although he would only live to be forty years old, there is no need to be afraid now. He has a bet and Hu Qingniu is stubborn. It's no use.
Soon we came to where Chang Yuchun was.
But this man was also stubborn, thinking that Lin Pingzhi and Zhang Wuji were here to comfort him.
So he grinned and said, "It's okay as long as Wuji's injury is healed. Master Hu said that he wouldn't cure me, but he wouldn't allow me to die at his door, lest people think it was because he couldn't cure it, which would affect his reputation. "
Lin Pingzhi was a bit over the top when talking to such a stubborn donkey.
So without further ado, he leaned down, picked up Chang Yuchun, and walked toward the small courtyard.
Chang Yuchun struggled and refused during the journey, but Lin Pingzhi was too lazy to pay attention to him, and directly carried him to the yard and placed him under the eaves.
Hu Qingniu came after hearing the sound. Chang Yuchun was in awe of his uncle, so he shut up and stopped talking. Just as Hu Qingniu was about to frown and say something, he saw Lin Pingzhi beside him, so he changed the topic and said: "You guys put him Bring it in."
Hu Qingniu quickly pricked dozens of needles on Chang Yuchun's body, finally breathed a sigh of relief, forced out the blood stasis in his body, and looked back at Lin Pingzhi.
And just when he was trying his best to rescue.
Zhang Wuji suddenly shouted loudly: "Brother Lin, be careful,"
Lin Pingzhi also felt a faint sound of violence in the opponent's palm, and the fierce palm force came towards his face.
This person was extremely ruthless, so he showed no mercy.
This change happened in an instant.
Lin Pingzhi remained silent, with no flinch or fear in his eyes. He could only see his right palm forming into a fist and punching out with the same punch.
"boom--!"
The sharp palm wind and the powerful fist force met each other in the blink of an eye, and the hasty response was indeed equally matched.
The man was a little stunned when he saw Lin Pingzhi in front of him, standing motionless like an iron tower. It was as if his palm had not caused any harm to him at all.
"how so?"
This scene also made those who were traveling with him feel a little incredible. They had investigated before and found that his strength could have stabilized Lin Pingzhi, but they did not expect that he would be unable to shake Lin Pingzhi.
It was not only the person who made the sneak attack who was surprised, but also everyone present.
At this time, the face of the man who made the sneak attack changed. In his feeling, Lin Pingzhi's punch had two different strengths. He was so shocked that he couldn't lift his arm at the moment.
At this moment, he felt something bad, and with a sudden thought, he saw Lin Pingzhi flick his wrist, and a sword as thin as a cicada's wing appeared.
Golden light flashed, followed by a soft stinging sound. He felt a chill in his abdomen. He looked down and saw a trace of bright red blood seeping out from his abdomen. He couldn't help but turn pale and groaned. The moment his body was injured, he felt a hot breath entering his body.
"How dare you..." He also looked at Lin Pingzhi in disbelief. He never imagined that Lin Pingzhi could be so ruthless.
"Stop it, you little beast!" There was a loud shout, and an old figure dodged directly behind Lin Pingzhi, and grabbed Lin Pingzhi with his big hands like eagle talons.
He was startled and hurriedly let go, but the other party still refused to let go and went straight to Lin Pingzhi to grab him.
"Yue Buqun?"
The sudden change also shocked everyone. When they saw the person who made the move, everyone in the audience was shocked.
In the blink of an eye, Yue Buqun had already ducked behind Lin Ping.
A sword thrust out, soundlessly like Lin Pingzhi's attack.
Yue Buqun's speed was too fast, unbelievably fast, leaving no room for blinking, breathing or thinking. Is this the speed at which evil-proofing sword skills can be accomplished?
What Lin Pingzhi didn't know was that the reason why Yue Buqun was so fast was related to the Zixia magic skill he practiced. With the blessing of two kinds of internal power, he was as fast as a meteor.
Lin Pingzhi reacted extremely calmly to Yue Buqun's quick attack. He dodged sideways and avoided his attack.
Seeing that the attack was in vain, Yue Buqun turned his right hand into a claw and grabbed Lin Pingzhi's throat.
Silent as a virgin, moving as a cheetah.
Yue Buqun's martial arts understanding has obviously reached the realm of transformation. He doesn't have too many gorgeous moves, but uses the simplest, most direct, yet most lethal means to attack.
In his opinion, it was a bit embarrassing that he would use it like this to deal with Lin Pingzhi.
Lin Pingzhi backed away desperately, staring at Yue Buqun's offensive with all his strength, and then increased his internal strength to the maximum, and his own speed had reached the limit.
But Yue Buqun, who was highly skilled in warding off evil swordsmanship, followed him like a shadow, never leaving his throat.
Lin Pingzhi knew that as long as he was stabbed, he would never be able to get better, and he would probably be blamed here.
Can't go back anymore.
Behind him was the corner of the wall, and behind the wall was the cliff. Lin Pingzhi could hear the cold wind whistling behind the wall, and could feel the biting coldness. But what is even more cold at this time is the heart and body.
Is there still such a big gap between me and him?
Bang, click!
A crisp sound was heard, and Lin Pingzhi's neck turned to the left. However, this was not because he was stabbed by Yue Buqun, but because he actively twisted his neck to one side in order to avoid Yue Buqun's attack.
Yue Buqun watched helplessly as his sword passed through Lin Pingzhi's neck and then penetrated directly into the wall.
He paused for a moment and saw Lin Pingzhi shooting several silver needles at him!
"Shua——!"
Yue Buqun tiptoed a little, and his body flew out like an arrow flying backwards.
Swish——!
Another shot, but this time it was a faint silvery white light that was shot towards Yue Buqun.
"Psychic attack." This is the attack of Lin Pingzhi's ring. The key to today's victory or defeat depends on whether this attack misses the mark.
With a muffled groan, Lin Pingzhi's forehead was dripping with sweat, his brows were knitted together, and his face looked a little painful.
Yue Buqun's body shot backwards in the air also paused slightly, and a fleeting pain flashed across his face. If you didn't look carefully, it would be as if he had never been attacked by Lin Pingzhi.
Lin Pingzhi did not pursue the victory. He knew that there was still a big difference between him and him, and his rash pursuit only gave him a clue. The simplest moves often contain the most vicious murderous intent.
"Psychic attack?" Yes, you really surprised me. Yue Buqun, who landed on the ring immediately, shook his head and said, "However, our strength is too different, so this attack can't hurt me."
While speaking, Yue Buqun's body suddenly disappeared strangely, and then rows of afterimages appeared in front of Lin Pingzhi's eyes, as if countless Yue Buqun were running towards Lin Pingzhi in a straight line.
Swish——!
The faster it comes, the faster it leaves.
A golden light flashed, and a few drops of blood cut through the sky. The sword was drawn out silently, and the golden light flashed, followed by a soft stabbing sound, which was the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the fabric.
At some point, Lin Pingzhi held the sword as thin as a feather in his right hand again.
Holding the sword in his right hand, he stands facing the wind.
His nerves were shattered, and he stared unblinkingly at the surprised Yue Buqun across from him. "Interesting. It's really interesting. I didn't expect you to be able to practice to this extent."
"Come again, kid." Yue Buqun said, pivoting his body on his right foot and bending his knees slightly, countless afterimages flashed past, real and fake, virtual and real, difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
Lin Pingzhi blinked, unable to tell where Yue Buqun's body was from the afterimage.
"I can only use that one move." Lin Pingzhi slowly closed his eyes, relaxed his body and mind, and entered a state of trance!
Whoosh, the afterimage of Yue Buqun suddenly began to move at high speed, and the target was Lin Pingzhi who was at the same place.
At this time, Lin Pingzhi was holding the sword in his hand tightly, looking for Yue Buqun's flaw to give him a fatal blow.
Silently, from another perspective, Lin Pingzhi's figure was surrounded and swallowed up by afterimages.
Quiet, terrifyingly quiet.
But now, Lin Pingzhi was surrounded by afterimages, and suddenly launched an attack with a shake of his right hand, bang! Like a burst balloon, blood scattered everywhere.
The two figures separated quickly, falling straight to both sides as if they were shaken from the middle!
The two of them landed almost at the same time. Lin Pingzhi staggered back a few steps, and suddenly hit the wall. His throat felt sweet, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood, and then he stood up crookedly.
"Pingzhi, are you okay?" The fight just happened almost instantly. At this time, Yue Lingshan saw Lin Pingzhi defeated and hit the wall, so she ran over and helped him.
Yue Buqun, on the other hand, stood there peacefully without any injuries. However, his clothes were cut to pieces with sword marks and even the sleeve of his right hand was cut off.
Lin Pingzhi's clothes were not torn, but his face was pale and there was red blood at the corner of his mouth. Comparing the two, the difference in strength was obvious.
Lin Pingzhi almost moved in and out without injuring Yue Buqun at all. Although Yue Buqun seemed to be in a state of embarrassment, he was actually not injured at all.
When Lin Pingzhi looked at Yue Buqun, Yue Buqun also looked at Lin Pingzhi thoughtfully.
