"Master Eight Fingers, I know that you are very strong and have comprehended the transformation of energy, but after all, you are not a true martial arts master. ”

Blue Eagle continued: "If you don't agree, then we will immediately, and the three armies will encircle and suppress Tian Boguang. ”

"Of course, your martial arts are too high, we will besiege but not attack, I will personally delay you for a stick of incense, I believe it is still no problem. ”

"There are so many of us, within a stick of incense, it is enough to kill Tian Boguang. ”

"But within this incense, whether Miss Bi will save her life or not, my son can't guarantee it!"

Blue Eagle said this in a flat tone.

But every time he said one more word, the face of the eight-fingered master would be ugly.

But after Lan Ying finished speaking, the face of the eight-fingered master turned completely dark.

Originally, Tian Boguang and the group of heroes wanted to compete for inheritance, which had nothing to do with the eight-fingered master.

But because of a promise, the eight-fingered master, he couldn't give up Miss Yu.

Now!

Blue Eagle was both soft and hard, and the eight-fingered master suddenly understood that if he wanted to continue to insist, it would definitely be meaningless.

"If this is the case, then it is limited to one stick of incense. ”

The eight-fingered master, with his hands folded: "After a stick of incense, the poor monk will no longer interfere, Amitabha." ”

"Second son, how can this work?" the old man suddenly became anxious.

"Don't you see that Tian Boguang's true qi is passing fast?"

Lan Ying sneered: "After a stick of incense, his true qi is almost consumed." ”

"You go to fight now, Tian Boguang will jump off the wall in a hurry, are you willing to be cannon fodder?"

This......

Hearing this, the old man was immediately silent.

At this moment, everyone realized that Lan Ying was doing this because he was uneasy and kind, and it consumed Wang Chulan's true qi.

It's okay like this, after a stick of incense, the heroes will encircle and suppress Wang Chulan, which will save a lot of trouble.

"Lord Tian, there is only so much that a poor monk can do, Amitabha. ”

The Eight-Fingered Master shook his head and stepped back.

……

Soon, the time of the half-pillar incense passed.

With the passage of true qi, Wang Chulan's face gradually turned pale.

Consumption, too big!

But!

Continuing to heal the half-burnt incense, Wang Chulan finally pulled the girl back from the death line.

But!

Wang Chulan also understood that the girl was only temporarily renewing her life, and she couldn't last long.

So!

Leaving the devil's cave is the right way!

……

In front of everyone's eyes, Wang Chulan got up and carried the girl on her back.

"Master Tian, you can hand over Miss Bi to the old man to take away. "Master Eight-Fingered, speak.

"The girl is seriously injured and can't hold out for long, can the master be sure that he will revive her?" Wang Chulan asked tentatively.

"If you don't mind, please let the poor monk take a look at the injury. "Master of Eight Fingers, fold your hands.

"Please. Wang Chulan nodded.

The eight-fingered master walked over, checked the pulse, and immediately shook his head: "Miss Bi's meridians are all broken, if you don't bless her with your true qi, she will die at this moment." ”

"Even if she doesn't die, one of your hands must not leave her body, and you must always use your true qi to renew her life. ”

"Once your true qi fails, that's when Miss Bi dies. ”

"It's a pity that the true qi of the poor monk is not suitable for export, otherwise, the poor monk and Taoist priest don't mind and help Miss Shaobi continue her life!"