The other saints also rushed over at this time, and they all froze in shock when they saw the scene in front of them. Who would have thought that the temple master and elder, who were the most powerful, would be attacked at the same time and fall to the ground without knowing whether they were alive or dead.

"What are you all running here for, did you catch that person just now?" Ding Qinghe scolded angrily.

"We can't stop him." Those holy cultivators woke up like a dream, and they were all ashamed.

Not only could they not stop others, they didn't even see what other people looked like were men or women, but they felt that the black shadow flashed in front of them, and the person had disappeared from front of them.

"Rubbish, a bunch of rubbish!" Ding Qinghe was so angry that his whole body trembled.

"Elder Ding, let's take a look at the situation of the hall master and Elder Xie first." Gao Yangbo persuaded.

In fact, you can't blame these holy cultivators, even Fang Shibo and Xie Huaiyuan are not other people's opponents, how can the following holy cultivators stop each other.

As he spoke, Gao Yangbo leaned down and put his fingers on Xie Huaiyuan's vein.

Ding Qinghe also took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and walked into the secret room to check on Fang Shibo.

Everyone around them held their breath, and they didn't even dare to take an extra breath of air, for fear of affecting them and provoking Ding Qinghe's scolding.

After a long time, Ding Qinghe and Gao Yangbo stopped their hands at the same time and stood up.

"Elder Gao, how is my grandfather (father)?" Xie Youran and Fang Tianyou were full of anxiety, their eyes were red, and they asked in unison.

"There is no major damage to my life, but the injury is serious, and it will take a lot of time to heal." Gao Yangbo said.

Hearing his words, Xie Youran breathed a long sigh of relief. As long as you can save your life, you don't have to worry about healing, with Xie Huaiyuan's medical skills, there will naturally be a way to wake up.

The others also put their minds at ease, Fang Shibo's cultivation was almost the same as Xie Youran, at most it was only slightly inferior, since Xie Huaiyuan was fine, presumably he had no problem.

"I'm afraid, it's not that simple." However, before their apprehensive hearts could be fully implemented, Ding Qinghe interjected again.

"What?" Xie Youran and the others' hearts immediately hung again.

Among the Xinghua Temple, Ding Qinghe is the oldest, and what he has learned is also the most mixed, although the medical skills are not as good as Xie Huaiyuan, but he is still a lot stronger than Gao Yangbo, and his judgment is of course more accurate than Gao Yangbo.

"It seems that the Holy Spirit Roots of the Hall Master and Elder Xie are constantly drying up, if they continue like this, not only will their cultivation be difficult to protect, but they will probably have to worry about their lives." Ding Qinghe came to Xie Huaiyuan's side again, and said in a deep voice while taking his pulse for him.

Gao Yangbo looked stunned, quickly lowered his body, and checked Xie Huaiyuan again, gradually, his expression became more and more heavy, and his eyebrows were twisted together.

Sure enough, just as Ding Qinghe said, Xie Huaiyuan's Holy Spirit Root is constantly drying up, although the speed is very slow, but if it continues like this, as Ding Qinghe said, it will definitely be difficult to cultivate, and there will be worries about his life.

"How so?" Gao Yangbo looked sad and worried, and muttered to himself.

If Xie Huaiyuan hadn't pushed him away in time just now, he would not have escaped.

"Elder Ding, please save my father." Fang Tianyou knelt down in front of Ding Qinghe, pleading with tears on his face.

Xie Youran also knelt down and looked at him expectantly.

Originally, he still pinned his hopes on his grandfather's medical skills, but the Holy Spirit Root continued to dry up, and he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to wake up, and the only one who could save him was Ding Qinghe.