Zhishan watched from afar, and the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became, this martial arts move made by Zhifang's junior disciple was not a pure heart routine at all.

What's more, this martial arts routine, with its skillful technique, does not seem to be something that an eleven or twelve-year-old child can learn at all.

Zhishan looked at Zhifang's figure, a pair of brows frowned tightly, and if he continued to fight like this, it was estimated that Hua Weiluo would not be his opponent soon.

At this moment, although Hua Weiluo was evading Zhifang's attack, she was also looking for his weakness, this time she did not act as recklessly as she did against the pangolin demon, but carefully calculated the interval between each of his moves and the gap between the next move.

Zhishan watched Hua Weiluo's white robe fly in mid-air, although at first it was only able to dodge Zhifang's attack, but the more he came later, the more comfortable he looked, and his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

At the last moment, after the interval that had been calculated dozens of times, the white light in his hand was shining, and the momentum of the long sword was like a rainbow, and he rushed straight towards Zhifang's heart.

"What!?" Zhi Fang was shocked, the move in his hand had not been completely withdrawn, and he only had time to deflect his body slightly to avoid the vital point, and he watched the long sword that flashed with dazzling white light pierce into his body.

The two figures entangled in mid-air finally stopped.

A figure slowly fell to the ground, and his clothes fluttered.

The other figure fell straight from the sky, booming, and smashing to the ground.

Hua Weiluo had a pair of moist eyes, and his eyes looked coldly at Zhifang falling to the ground and struggling to get up.

His footsteps were slightly raised, and he stepped straight on his bleeding chest, and said in a cold voice: "Hand over the antidote!" ”

"Ahem...... I...... I don't have an antidote on me......" Zhifang only felt a piercing pain in his chest, as if he heard the sound of his ribs "clicking" and breaking.

"No cure?" Hua Weiluo's feet couldn't help but exert a slight force, and in an instant, more blood gushed out from Zhifang's body, "If there is no antidote, hand over your life!" ”

"Ahem...... Big...... Senior sister ......" Zhifang's eyes had a hint of pleading, looking at the flowers before they fell, and said in a weak voice: "I...... I know the recipe for the antidote......"

"Say!!" Hua Wei's strength on her feet did not decrease at all, as long as she thought of the pain that her little junior brother was suffering at this moment, she couldn't help but want to slash him with a knife.

"Ahem...... Want...... To Tianshan snow lotus with Xuanqing Rui grass, and then with ambergris and gastrodia...... With virgin blood as a guide, he drank it for seven seven and forty-nine ......days in a row, and his face had begun to darken, and he felt that his body was unusually cold when he looked at the blood lost.

"That's all??" Hua Weiluo frowned slightly, she remembered that when she used to see an old Chinese medicine doctor, at least a dozen herbs should be densely written on a prescription list, why is this antidote only such a little thing? ?

"Really...... That's all ......" Zhifang's face became worse and worse, and his voice was so weak that he could barely hear it.

"Okay, I'll let you go, if the antidote formula you gave is incorrect, I will chase you to the ends of the earth, and I will make your life worse than death!!" A dangerous light flashed in Hua Weiluo's eyes, and she said viciously towards him.