This finger is like the stunt of the rivers and lakes, the six-vein divine sword of Dali Kingdom.

But not after all.

As soon as Zhao Zimo pointed, the sword qi came out, and the blood appeared.

But those iron fists were still sturdy and slammed into his chest, causing his whole body to fly upside down, and he could land on the edge of the ring.

And there was a huge bloody hole in the chest of the white sheep, and the eyes of the shaky body could only be restored before it fell.

With a difficult smile on the corner of his mouth, he turned his head to look at the Yuanzhu Zen Master, only to feel that his vision was getting more and more blurred, and the white sheep didn't know where to come from, and said while vomiting blood: "Senior brother, take me home...... I miss my daddy...... and Niang......"

"Uncle Junior."

"Little Uncle Ancestor."

"Abbot!"

Many Shaolin monks surrounded him, and many people from the rivers and lakes also stood up, wanting to see if the Shaolin abbot was dead or alive......

Yuanzhu Zen Master glanced at the little monk Zimo whose life and death were unknown, forcibly endured his anger and killed him, swallowed a breath, and his figure swept away the body of the white sheep, flew over everyone's heads, and disappeared into the Shaolin Temple.

Zhang Sanfeng frowned and looked at him, but did not make a move, he dared to guarantee that he could keep it, but this method was spurned by the people in the rivers and lakes after all.

What's more, no one intervened in this competition, it all relied on the strength of the two of them, and the Zen master of the Vajra Sect dared to come with only two people, that was the courage of others, if he relied on the strong and bullied the weak, wouldn't it be the same as his Yuan Dynasty?

"Let's let, Poor Dao take a look at the abbot's injury!" Zhang Sanfeng didn't pay attention to the departing beads, and walked into the crowd with his body method.

"Yes, yes, hurry, get out of the way, let Junbao see." Jueyuan spoke for the first time, and many monks hurriedly separated, after all, they were only in the acquired realm, facing the abbot who was already unconscious, they didn't know anything about it, with their little ability, let alone healing......

True Qi can't enter his body, Zhao Zimo's innate Dao body, innate realm, this body has never felt the innocent qi from beginning to end, and it is absolutely extremely repulsive.

Zhang Sanfeng gently dragged his head, saw a large piece of his chest recessed, his eyes were extremely solemn, those two punches were too strong, even if the little uncle had practiced Tai Chi last night, he couldn't relieve too much strength, at this time, all the internal organs had been severely damaged, and his left arm was broken.

There is no skin on his right forearm, only a piece of flesh and blood remains, and the momentum opens the mountain with one move, so that his index finger is almost broken, how miserable the situation is at this time, if it is not for his physique is strong enough, the true qi can still operate automatically, hanging him for a breath, when the real immortal comes, he can't save him.

Seeing the expectant eyes of a group of people, Zhang Sanfeng, who had just had the demeanor of a grandmaster, now has a big head, he is just an innate realm, not an immortal......

But Zhang Sanfeng still said in a deep voice: "The abbot only has one breath left at this time, I will use my true qi to help him continue his life, but ......"

"But what, Shaolin Temple has everything, Tianshan Snow Lotus? Millennial ginseng? Da Huandan? Xiao Huandan, what do you want! A master of the sub-character generation, pushing away Jueyuan, his fists couldn't help but clench, and he looked at the little monk Zimo distressedly.

"He can't take these things now, those things are too supplemental, his internal injuries are too serious, his internal organs are almost displaced by the double fist, he must find a person with medical skills and give him a stomach......" Zhang Sanfeng's Taoist true qi, with the meaning of yin and yang, is extremely gentle, and he opened his mouth while helping him dredge the meridians.

When Jueyuan heard this, he instantly shuddered and was stunned: "Open stomach......" He swallowed his saliva: "Not to mention that Hua Tuo is not alive, even if Hua Tuo is resurrected, he will open his abdomen and displace the five internal organs...... Junbao, you're not joking, are you? ”

"Master......" Zhang Sanfeng couldn't care about those at this time, and directly used the most familiar name.

He sighed helplessly: "The little uncle is too seriously injured, I can only hang him a breath of true qi now, if it takes a long time, at most a month, this is still a good enough physique of the little uncle and ancestor."

But if there is no cure for it, even if he is really the reincarnation of the Buddha...... I can't go back to heaven. ”

"What to do, what to do?" Jue Ming watched from the side, and at this time he had a headache and couldn't help but say.

"Quick, go and ask that friend from the rivers and lakes, what is the mastery that can treat internal organs, we Shaolin will definitely pay the corresponding price!" Jueyuan, as the acting abbot at this time, can only make this decision.

Although the secrets of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are mostly peerless martial arts, and even secrets that are not passed on, but at this critical time, the Buddha will not blame them, after all, the person who saved is no one else, this is the abbot of Shaolin.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng and many sub-generation masters gently dragged his body with his true qi and took him away from here, and the entire martial arts alliance master meeting was almost dispersed......

After all, in this situation, the host party is confused, how can there be time to talk to them about this?

What's more, even if they want to be the leader of the martial arts alliance now, they don't have a chance, Zhang Sanfeng has never made a move, if anyone wants to get into the ring, Zhang Sanfeng can easily win the position of the leader of the alliance before the sun sets, with the relationship between Zhang Sanfeng and Shaolin, it still has nothing to do with them.

So everyone comforted the Shaolin disciples a little, and retired one after another, this is not the time to stay here at all, and before leaving, he also said that he would definitely spread the news, hoping to find a divine doctor with high enough medical skills.

"Amitabha, the poor nun has retired, and I will ask the master when I go back, after all, ...... The master knows a lot of secrets, and if possible, the poor nun will do everything in his might. "Emei's deputy head teaches Qingxiao Shitai, and he likes this young Shaolin abbot very much, of course, this is because the elders like the younger ones.

She also didn't want to see the young little monk Zimo pass away like this.

"Thank you, thank you...... If there is a chance, the poor monk will go to Emei to thank him personally. Jue Ming was grateful, folded his hands, and kept saying thank you.

Zhang Zhijing looked at the little monk and shook his head and sighed: "You also know...... The poor monk has a book of innate skills that can become a peerless study, but unfortunately it has been lost for many years, and the innate skills are not helpful for this, but the poor monks will do their best! ”

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, ......" Jueming thanked him one by one, and many teachers also responded.

As for whether it is true or not, no one can know...... Everyone will say polite words, but this does not prevent Shaolin from taking everyone's consent as a life-saving straw.

Maybe more people hope that this little monk will die, and let the opportunity for Shaolin rise be directly destroyed, but he will not die, and no one has dared to say such a thing so far.

……………………

The rivers and lakes are in chaos?

This is not enough, the abbot of Shaolin is not the emperor......

But Zhao Zimo and the white sheep of the King Kong Sect, one injury and one death, after all, became a major event on the rivers and lakes.

All kinds of past events in Xiangyang back then, once again let the older generation take it out as a talking point, by the way, let these young young heroes understand that the old man's experience was also very awesome, don't think that you can hold a woman around casually now, but sooner or later you have to understand, young people don't know how to ...... Ahem.

Dragon Elephant Bo Ruogong, this peerless martial arts learned from the white sheep, and his divine power appeared, although he only moved his hand once on the rivers and lakes, and then died in a foreign land.

But after all, which legend has it become...... So far, the square of Shaolin has not been repaired, hundreds of holes, all of which have been smashed and trampled by it, and the thousands of people in the rivers and lakes have spread these stories more and more widely, and the more they pass through the gods, almost saying that they are two immortals fighting...... It's hard to believe.

As for this matter, it also reached the ears of a woman......