Three hours later, General Li Jing came out of the inner hall sweating profusely, his face turning from ruddy to sallow, and then began to turn pale. He looked up and looked at the sunset in the west, often breathing a sigh of relief. The setting sun dragged a long shadow behind him, and everyone could see that the shadows in his palms were shaking slightly.

"General Lee!" Ouyang Xizhao took three steps and made two steps to catch up, and said in a deep voice, "Please take care of your body."

Li Jing glanced back at him and said, "I used the pulse interception method to force out two percent of the poison in Senior Brother Duan's body, and he will wake up after a while. There's only so much I can do!" As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present was happy, and the room was full of admiration and sighs for a while. At this moment, General Li Jing's body shook and spit out a mouthful of black blood.

"General Lee, take care!" Ouyang Xizhao, Master Wuchen, Xie Manting, Lu Lin, Zuo Jiande and others surrounded him one after another, and helped him to the Taishi chair on the side and sat down.

"I'm fine!" Li Jing's face showed a hint of pathos, "Senior Brother Duan is one of Master's most proud disciples. I have received a great kindness from my master, and I can't repay it, and now I actually see my senior brother being tortured so miserably and unable to do anything, how will I see Master again in the future."

"General Li, you are a pillar of the society, shouldering the safety of the world, you can't take such a risk in the short term!" Ouyang Xizhao said categorically, "Just now you used the pulse amputation method to suck away the toxin in Brother Duan's body, although it can delay his injury, but it also makes yourself highly poisonous, which is really too child's play."

Li Jing waved his hand and said, "You don't need to say much, if you can save Senior Brother's life, even if you suffer a little more, what is it. I, Li Jing, are dedicated to serving the country, and the heavens will not accept me at this moment." With that, he spurted out another mouthful of black blood.

Ouyang Xizhao shook his head and sighed bitterly, only to order people to prepare good ginseng tea. Li Jing wiped his lips, glanced at the sky, and asked, "Senior Brother Duan, can you wake up?"

When Duan Cunhou woke up, he was already surrounded by people. The first thing he saw was Li Jing, who was eagerly watching him.

How long has it been since you had a drink with him? Twenty years? Or thirty years? Since he followed Li Shimin, the king of Qin, he rarely went to him to find wine and get drunk. Over the years, he has been on the battlefield, and I don't know how many famous military exploits he has made for future generations? A kind smile appeared on Duan Cunhou's face.

"Senior brother! You're finally awake!" Li Jing grabbed his arm and shook it excitedly.

"Senior brother, I haven't seen you for a long time. You're getting more and more emaciated." Duan Cunhou struggled to prop up his crumbling body and said gently.

"How can the junior brother compare to the senior brother, even if he is in the palm of the heavenly demon, he is still vigorous." Li Jing blinked his eyes vigorously, held back the tears that wanted to burst out of his eyes, and said in a trembling voice.

"Brother Duan, for the sake of your injury, all the masters and celebrities in the Central Plains have gathered here to brainstorm, and your injuries will eventually heal one day." Ouyang Xizhao said excitedly.

"All the masters?" Duan Cunhou was slightly startled and looked around.

"Come, Brother Duan, let me introduce you one by one." Seeing that Duan Cunhou's spirit seemed to be very good, Ouyang Xizhao felt a burst of joy in his heart.

"Wait!" Master Wuchen, who was standing on the side, hurriedly said, "Master Duan has just woken up, it's not appropriate to work, let him rest first. and there is no rush in the matter of introduction."

"Exactly," Ouyang Xizhao said slightly apologetically, "I'm so happy that I actually forgot that Brother Duan's injuries are still serious."

Duan Cunhou suddenly looked around again, and exclaimed, "Are all the famous monks of Shaolin Temple here?"

Li Jing looked at it and said with a smile: "Senior brother, the famous monks of Shaolin Temple have almost poured out, and they have done a lot of work for your injury."

Duan Cunhou felt dizzy in front of his eyes, and he almost fainted. Ouyang Xizhao and Li Jing both grabbed to support him, and Ouyang Xizhao asked anxiously, "Brother Duan, what's wrong with you?"

Duan Cunhou recovered after a while, struggled to grasp Ouyang Xizhao's cuffs, and said hurriedly, "Brother Ouyang, you are so confused. The first target is Tianshan, the second target is Shaolin, and the third target is the Yue Nu Palace. Now the masters of Shaolin Temple are all here, which just makes the heavenly demons take advantage of the void. Shaolin, in danger!"

Li Jing suddenly turned his head and asked Ouyang Xizhao, "Is the Heavenly Demon out of the customs intact?"

Ouyang Xizhao's face was frightened, and he nodded, "Exactly. However, how can I watch Brother Duan die of his injuries?"

"Hey!" Duan Cunhou said angrily, "Is my life alone more important than the survival of the world's martial arts? The Heavenly Demon came with coercion this time, and except for the five hundred Arhat Array of Shaolin Temple, there was no one to cure at all. Now, all the leaders of the five hundred Arhat Formation are gathered here, and only the young children of Shaolin are left, and they will inevitably be wiped out by him. At that time, the Heavenly Demons ruled the world, and who could compete with them."

Ouyang Xizhao flashed the Venus in front of him, and he was speechless for a while. Li Jing and the Shaolin monks present looked at each other, and they all felt that the matter was so serious that it could not be repeated.

"Alas!" Duan Cunhou looked up to the sky and sighed, "I have been lying on the salary for twenty years, and I want to kill the number one demon in the world. Now he has been skillfully used by him and has become the culprit of the destruction of the Central Plains martial arts. What's the point of me living in the world?" With a long roar, he raised his left palm to imprint a broken cone on his head.

"Stop!" A crisp and pleasant voice came from the doorway, this voice was not loud, but it revealed a majesty and momentum that could not be underestimated. Even a heroic figure like Duan Cunhou was stunned when he heard this, and was grabbed by Ouyang Xizhao and Li Jing, who were guarding the side.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the person who had just spoken out and stopped Duan Cunhou committing suicide. I saw her apricot yellow clothes, light green belt, deerskin medicine sachets on her shoulders, seven or eight sachets of various colors around her waist, white lips and red teeth, petite and gorgeous, a chic demeanor with high spirits, it was the medical fairy Jia Bianque. Accompanying her were the Red Flame Dragon King, Red Sky Hero, and the Wise Fairy Fang Mengjing.

"Humph!" Duan Cunhou squinted at Jia Bianque, sighed, and said, "Little girl, it's none of your business here."

Jia Bian Que snorted coldly and said, "You are Duan Daxia. The little girl of your name debuted too late and has not heard of it. However, for the sake of you being the senior brother of Red Daxia and Brother Peng, I reluctantly made it difficult for me, regardless of the fatigue of the journey, I came to Chang'an from Qingzhou to heal your injuries. I can't imagine that you are so poor, that you are a fool who commits suicide at every turn."

"Huh?" Duan Cunhou has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and no one has ever insulted him so face-to-face, which made him feel refreshed and said angrily, "I am now scattered and on the verge of death, and because I caused the Central Plains Martial Arts to suffer a catastrophe, it is unforgivable to die. Now that he has decided on his own, he wants to be happy, how can he be a muddy person."

Jia Bianque sneered slightly and said, "What a confused stupid fool. The rise and fall of the Central Plains martial arts has its own fate, how can it be influenced by manpower. You have received the grace of your teacher and learned martial arts, but you don't know how to make the best use of things for the benefit of the world, but you are looking for death and life, and you feel sorry for yourself, what is it if you are not a stupid person. I can't imagine that among Brother Peng's senior brothers, there are such a character who does not grow up."

These words were like an initiation, which made Duan Cunhou, who was originally depressed, seem to wake up all of a sudden, he clapped his hands violently and said, "Okay! Well said, so it seems that I'm not stupid." He was so excited that he straightened up from the bed, beckoned to Jia Bianque, and said, "Little girl, come here, the red hero you just talked about is Senior Brother Hong, who is that Brother Peng?"

The Red Sky Hero on the side looked up to the sky and laughed, and said to Duan Cun, "Senior Brother Duan, I didn't expect you to have today. I think that at the beginning, I was framed by the traitors of the Nian Gang, my hands, feet and tendons were broken, and the eight veins of the Qi Sutra were damaged again and again, and I only felt bored and wanted this remnant life. Thanks to meeting Peng Wuwang Peng's junior brother, after he mentioned something, he felt suddenly enlightened. If he were here, he would have scolded you."

"Oh?" Duan Cunhou was excited for a while, "It seems that Master has another outstanding apprentice under him."

"Brother Peng's hero is a hero, even if he has a thousand setbacks, it will only make him more and more frustrated, and a person like him will never do such a thing as self-judgment." Jia Bian Que came to Duan Cunhou's bed and sat down, and stretched out three fingers casually to check his pulse.

"Good scolding, good scolding!" Duan Cun was enthusiastic and laughed, "What a little girl with sharp teeth. Duan has been in Kunlun for too long, and people have become unambitious, insulting the teacher, insulting the teacher." He raised his head, looked at the Shaolin monks around him, and said, "Everyone, maybe things are still going to turn around, I suggest that everyone leave for Shaolin immediately. If the Shaolin Temple unfortunately suffers a catastrophe, I hope you can go to the Yue Nu Palace and fight against the Heavenly Demons with the Yue Nu Palace heroes, and maybe there is still a glimmer of life."

"Amitabha, Lord Duan, let's go now." Master Wuchen and the others clasped their hands together, said goodbye, and rushed back to Shaolin at night.

"I hope that God is pitiful, and the Central Plains Martial Arts can resolve this catastrophe." Duan Cunhou sighed.