Leng Xuan glanced at Xiuxiu on the side, this little girl looked at her master's corpse with a pale face at this time, and her eyes had lost their lustre. When her gaze touched Leng Xuan, a trace of horror crossed her eyes. Leng Xuan sighed lightly and said, "Let's go." ”

After following Feng Ji to a spacious bedroom, Feng Ji immediately called a few disciples and asked them to properly place Bai Fang's body first and bury it in two days. Then, she looked at the frightened Xiuxiu and said, "You are Xiao Qing'er's own sister, and her life and death are unpredictable now, so I won't embarrass you." From today on, you are not a disciple of our Five Colors Sect, you go back and pack your clothes, go down the mountain, and never come back again. If your sister can be saved, I'll tell her about you. After speaking, she turned her head and stopped paying attention to Xiuxiu, and there seemed to be a trace of worry and sadness in her expression.

After hearing this, Xiuxiu's eyes flashed with a complicated look, she looked at Mu Qingqing, who had fallen into a coma, gritted her teeth lightly, and turned around and walked out of the bedroom. Leng Xuan looked at her actions and shook her head slightly, she chose to leave at this time, indicating that she had completely abandoned the sisterhood relationship with Mu Qingqing.

Leng Xuan walked to Mu Qingqing's side and asked Feng Ji, "Wind Gate Master, do you know what type of poison Mu Qingqing has, is there a chance to help her detoxify?"

Feng Ji shook her head and said helplessly: "When it comes to poison, I am almost the same as my junior sister. But over the years, I've been busy managing the sect, and she's spent all her time researching poison, so she's a little better at poison than I am. I still need to examine her new poison carefully. But, to be honest, I'm not sure I can save Xiao Qing'er. Speaking of this, she couldn't help but sigh.

Leng Xuan said in a deep voice: "Wind Gate Master, if you need any help, just ask." I ......" Before he could finish speaking, his knees suddenly weakened and he almost fell to the ground, but fortunately he reacted quickly and grabbed the bedpost next to him in time. Feeling the weakness and soreness coming from all over his body, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and the side effects of crying blood and blood finally attacked.

When Feng Ji saw him like this, she immediately asked with concern: "Brother Leng, are you okay? Did you get injured when you did it with my junior sister? Do you want me to call a doctor from the sect to help you take a look?"

Leng Xuan waved his hand and said, "No need, I have a way to treat it myself." Damper Master, can you please arrange a quiet room for me?"

"No problem, I'll have someone take you. After saying that, Feng Ji immediately called two disciples. Leng Xuan thanked him, and then said, "Wind Gate Lord, from now until this time tomorrow, don't let anyone disturb me, otherwise it will affect my recovery." ”

"Don't worry, I'll let you know, you have a good rest. With Feng Ji's assurance, Leng Xuan came out of the bedroom under the leadership of the two disciples. He had not gone far when he came to a secluded courtyard with an elegant wooden house. After Leng Xuan entered the house, he asked the two disciples to do a favor and get him a big wooden barrel. After that, he closed the door of his room.

Taking out the storage bottle from his arms, Leng Xuan poured the hot spring water containing spiritual power into the wooden barrel, then took off the corroded clothes on his body and sat down in the wooden barrel. Feeling the nourishment of the spiritual power in the water, Leng Xuan only felt warm all over. He exhaled, closed his eyes, and used the Nine Yang Casting Divine Technique with all his might.