Fang Shengshi was obviously merciful to his subordinates, but he didn't actually think about taking this young man's surname, because after all, this young man was the descendant of the Feng seniors, and he had received the favor of the Feng seniors back then, not to mention that this young man was actually not at fault, it was only his companions who made the shot, and even if he was really a great crime, he would inevitably look at the face of the Feng seniors and persuade him to change his evil and follow the good.

But seeing that the young man was seriously injured and fell to the ground, unconscious, Fang Sheng was also a little stunned for a while, not knowing what was going on.

"Old monk, if anything happens to him, I will definitely burn down your Shaolin Temple!" Ren Yingying looked at Fang Sheng coldly, although the white veil covered her face, making it impossible to see her expression, but her voice sounded very cold.

She had already checked Ling Jing's injuries, only to see that his hands, side face, and neck were covered with terrifying blood-colored lines, and she immediately felt anxious, and saw that blood was constantly spilling out of his seven orifices, and she panicked even more.

Fang Sheng frowned, took a few steps forward, folded his hands and said, "Female donor, can you let Lao Wei take a look at Ling Shaoxia's injury?" This young man was seriously injured and fell to the ground, it was really a bit strange, when he performed the "King Kong Zen Lion Roar Gong" before, there was still a lot of spare strength, with this young man's martial arts, he would never be so seriously injured.

"Stinky monk, you don't pretend to be a good person." Ren Yingying snorted coldly, stretched out her hand to help Ling Jing up, let him lean on herself, and said coldly: "If he has three long and two short, I will definitely kill you." ”

She helped Ling Jing to take a few steps back, never letting Fang Sheng get close to him again.

On the other side, two Shaolin lay disciples supported each other and walked behind Fang Sheng, the person surnamed Yi had already stained his left rib red with blood, and his face was pale, if it wasn't for another person to support him, he was afraid that he would have fallen to the ground long ago.

Fang Sheng saw that although the two senior nephews were also injured, they didn't seem to have any worries about their lives, and his heart was a little relieved. It's just that when I saw the woman supporting the unconscious young man, and she was always on guard against herself and others, she felt a little embarrassed in her heart.

This woman killed the people of the Kunlun faction, it stands to reason that she should capture her and return to the temple, and then notify the head of the Kunlun faction, to be sent by the abbot and the head of Kunlun, but now she has seriously injured the heirs of the old Feng seniors, and she really can't help it, and she wants to do it again, so she feels very embarrassed.

He took out a paper bag from his arms, opened it, and there were two soybean-sized pills in it, spread out his hand, and said, "Female benefactor, this is the healing elixir of our Shaolin Temple, you give Ling Shaoxia one." ”

Ren Yingying looked at Fang Sheng coldly, but didn't pick it up, just sneered: "It's not rare. "This old monk has deep internal strength, she is very jealous in her heart, although she is very eager to take Ling Jing to a secluded place to heal, but if she can't send this old monk away first, everything is in vain.

Fang Sheng saw that the other party didn't appreciate it, but he wasn't annoyed at all, and put the two pills on the ground together with the piece of paper, and said, "Female donor, the old man accidentally injured Ling Shaoxia, and I really don't want to go. Speaking of this, he sighed, and after a long time, he said: "Female benefactor, you hurt people's surnames as soon as you made a move, and the killing of surnames was too heavy, and you have fallen into the devil's path." I should have captured you and returned to the temple and waited for the abbot's brother to fall, but Ling Shaoxia was seriously injured by me now, and no one could take care of him. Female donor, I hope you will do it yourself. ”

After saying that, he took a deep look at the unconscious Ling Jing, then walked to the corpse of the Kunlun disciple, folded his hands, and recited a Buddhist scripture, then he sighed, and with the two injured disciples, he turned around and walked away slowly.

Ren Yingying saw Fang Sheng's figure gradually moving away, and her mind was completely relaxed, just looking at Ling Jing, who was bleeding and unconscious, her face showed a look of anxiety again, this little liar had been seriously injured before, and now he was severely injured by Fang Sheng, who had deep internal strength, and I don't know how heavy his injuries were, and whether he would have the worry of his life.

"Little liar, you can't die."

Ren Yingying muttered a sentence in her heart, bit her silver teeth, helped Ling Jing, and slowly disappeared by the side of the road, but she didn't look at the two pills left by Fang Sheng.

This stinky monk hurt people first, and now she wants to pretend to be a good person, if she really wants to take this pill, she will not be Ren Yingying.

Half an hour later, in an abandoned hut.

Ling Jing was lying flat on a broken wooden bed, his eyes were closed, his face was like gold paper, and the criss-crossing blood-colored lines crawled all over his side of his face like a spider web, his breathing was faint, almost inaudible, if it weren't for the fact that his chest was still slightly undulating at this time, he was afraid that he would be treated as a dead man.

"Little liar, why aren't you awake?" Ren Yingying stood by the bed, the white gauze cloak on her head had been removed, revealing a seventeen or eighteen-year-old beautiful face. Her skin is fair, her face is melon seeds, her big black and bright eyes are like a clear spring, clear and clear, a little red lips on her pink face, red without points, delicate like pink peach petals, with a trace of worry on her face, and her demeanor has the capital of Youlan.

She had already fed Ling Jing a healing elixir of the Moon God Sect before, and she had also tried to input her internal force into Ling Jing's body, but it was undoubtedly absorbed by the strange sword qi in his body, and it didn't work at all.

"What the hell should I do?" Ren Yingying showed a trace of worry on her face, and her eyebrows were furrowed.

A breeze gently blew into the hut, and the dilapidated door panel creaked softly as the wind blew it.

"You can't save him." A fluctuating voice suddenly sounded in the wind.

"Who!" Ren Yingying was shocked, and hurriedly pulled out her short sword, Huo Ran turned around and looked out the door.

Outside the door it was a deep night, and there was no one in sight except for a white moonlight.

A breeze blew through, blowing Ren Yingying's dark hair, and suddenly there was a faint fragrance in the air.

Ren Yingying was vigilant in her heart, her eyes swept out of the door, holding a short sword, and carefully moved out step by step.

"Where are you going?"

A light voice sounded, but Ren Yingying suddenly stiffened, because the voice actually came from behind her, and the sound seemed to be ringing in her ears.

"This man is actually in the house!" Ren Yingying was horrified in her heart, she had been staying in the house all the time, but she didn't know when this person broke in.

She turned stiffly, and then she saw a bewitching woman standing in front of her, and her face looked very familiar.

"This person, this person is" Ren Yingying only felt as if a stone had suddenly been blocked in her throat, and she couldn't say a word, and her mind was even more chaotic, as if she had seen something incredible.

A thought comes to mind over and over again, how is it possible, how can it be like this?

"What, you don't know me anymore?" The woman asked with a faint smile. The voice is soft and pleasant.

Familiar tone, familiar demeanor, but this voice suddenly came from Yingying's mind, and she quickly knelt down and said, "Yingying, see-"

"Okay, I don't want to listen to your nonsense." The woman waved her hand and said coldly, "Tell me, how could he be so seriously injured?" Also, how did you end up with him? When he spoke, his expression was cold, and a pair of phoenix eyes showed a cold glow.

"I" Ren Yingying was still a little dizzy by the scene in front of her, and she didn't know how to explain it. After a long time, he settled down and said: "He was seriously injured before, and even the "famous murderer" Ping Yizhi couldn't cure his injuries. And later, he was injured by the monk Fangsheng of Shaolin Temple with sound wave gong, and he has been unconscious since then. ”

"Fang Sheng?" The woman frowned slightly, and the moonlight poured in through the window and fell on her face, as if adding a layer of holy fluorescence to her, and she looked as bright as a fairy in the moon.

Ren Yingying looked at the woman's beautiful face, and her face couldn't help but be stunned.

The woman thought for a moment, and finally came back to her senses, then stared at Ren Yingying's face for a while, and asked lightly, "Do you like him?" ”

"Huh?" Ren Yingying was stunned, a faint flush appeared on her face, and then her face turned solemn, and she said, "No, how could I like him." ”

Hearing this, the woman glanced at Ren Yingying deeply, but she didn't ask any more, just turned around and looked at the unconscious man on the bed, a trace of worry flashed on her face.

"Okay, now that you are no longer needed here, you can go back to Blackwood Cliff."

"This" Ren Yingying's gaze involuntarily fell to the man on the bed, looking at the terrifying blood-colored lines on his body, a trace of struggle and worry flashed on his face.

But in the end, he finally took a deep breath, bowed his head and said, "Yes." ”

Ren Yingying stood up, took one last look at the man on the bed, and then swept her gaze quickly over the woman's side face without a trace, and then turned to leave.

The woman stood on the side of the bed, never looked at Ren Yingying again, and after a while, the footsteps finally faded away, the woman looked at Ling Jing's face, suddenly sighed, and said in a low voice: "Stinky boy, why are you always so worry-free." ”

She sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out a jade hand, and gently stroked Ling Jing's face, the look of worry in her eyes even worse.

She had naturally heard of the name of "Famous Killer Doctor" Ping Yi, but she had already understood the physical condition of the stinky boy, and that strange sword qi had already been entangled with his internal force, and it was definitely not an ordinary medicine stone that could be cured.

Although Ping Yizhi's medical skills are high, his own internal strength is not very good, and he can't even take this sword qi himself, even if Ping Yizhi's medical skills are high, what is the use. (To be continued.) )