The ancient coffin burst out, and a chill enveloped the surroundings in an instant.

Lu Qingshan bore the brunt of it, and felt that his whole body was chilling, as if he was in a cold winter.

Rumble!

The coffin fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The lid of the coffin was removed, and an old man sat up from inside.

The old man's hair was gray, his face was full of wrinkles, and his body was as thin as skin and bones.

In its body, there was a shocking aura, but at the same time, there was also a death intent that could not be concealed.

This old man is none other than Qinghe among the elders of the Yuanling Sect.

Qinghe sat up from the ancient coffin, and his eyes did not look at Zhen Han first, but looked at Lu Qingshan first.

"You kid survived...... Qinghe's cloudy eyes revealed surprise.

At the beginning, Lu Qingshan's spirit was excessively depleted and hurt his soul, Gu Mo took Lu Qingshan to ask Qinghe for help, and Qinghe concluded that Lu Qingshan would not survive for three days.

Now, when Qinghe saw Lu Qingshan, he was naturally very surprised in his heart.

Lu Qingshan immediately understood, and hurriedly clasped his fists and bowed, "Disciple to meet Elder Taishang!"

Zhen Han, who fell to the ground, smiled bitterly and said, "Qinghe, I'm dying, can you save me first?"

Qinghe walked out of the ancient coffin, his figure was too thin, as if he was a little old man, walked around Zhen Han twice, and let out a light sigh.

Zhen Han's face changed, and he hurriedly said, "Qinghe, what are you sighing for?" Could it be that I can't save it?"

Qinghe squatted down, grabbed Zhen Han's wrist and probed it, shook his head again and again and sighed: "You have been hit by a yin poison, unless you can have an antidote pill of more than seven grades, otherwise...... No solution!"

"Wouldn't it?" Zhen Han's complexion changed again and again, and he breathed a sigh of relief before he struggled and said, "Qinghe, don't be like this, I think I can save it again." ”

Qinghe was silent, walking around with his hands in his hands, obviously thinking, and after a long time, he was not too sure about it: "Then, there is only one way, find a way to force out the yin poison in your body, and then you can naturally recuperate." ”

"This ......" Zhen Han was silent, if he could force it out, he would have forced it a long time ago, so why wait until now?

Qinghe sighed lightly, his eyes showed melancholy, he jumped into the ancient coffin, closed the lid of the coffin, and then shot away into the distance.

At the same time, Qinghe's voice came from the ancient coffin, "Zhen Han, when you force out the poison, come to me again!"

Lu Qingshan stayed in place, frowned and thought about it, and after a while, he squatted down and said slowly: "Uncle Shi, maybe the second-generation ancestor can save you!"

Lu Qingshan always felt that the old-timers were unfathomable, if there was one person who could save Zhen Han, then it had to be the second-generation ancestor.

"You even know about the second generation of ancestors?" Zhen Han's eyes widened, looking a little surprised.

Lu Qingshan nodded, grabbed Zhen Han, and walked out in one step, already more than twenty steps away.

"You...... You have even learned the footwork of the second generation ancestor?" Zhen Han's eyes widened again, and there was something incredible in his words.

"This ...... Is there any problem?" Lu Qingshan was puzzled.

Zhen Han didn't seem to care about the injuries on his body, and hurriedly said: "For more than 100 years, including the current Supreme Elders, they have all tried to learn the footwork of the second generation of ancestors, but no one can learn it, many of us think that this footwork is going to be lost......"

Lu Qingshan's figure was stunned, and he said in disbelief: "Uncle Shi, you won't be lying to me, right? This footwork is very simple, I learned it by looking at it!"

"Poof!"

When Zhen Han heard this, he vomited a mouthful of blood, such a difficult footwork, you actually said that it was very simple?

Lu Qingshan saw that Zhen Han was vomiting blood, so he didn't dare to be careless, and soon appeared in the library pavilion.

"Senior, help!" As soon as he stepped into the library pavilion, Lu Qingshan hurriedly shouted.

Lu Qingshan's voice frightened Zhen Han for a while, and it was too late to stop it.

The old-timer was leaning over, his gray hair fell down, covering his face as deep as a knife, and he didn't make a sound, only the broom in his hand, which swept gently.

Finally, after a while, the old-timer raised his head and walked over slowly, and his dry palm suddenly fell and hit Zhen Han's back.

Burst!

Zhen Han opened his mouth and spewed out a cloud of black blood.

In the black blood, the black gas was permeated, exuding a stream of coldness, and there was a toxin permeating.

"Hit your dragon flame ......" The old-timer turned around and walked back, continuing to sweep the ground.

When Lu Qingshan heard this, he raised his hand and pointed at it, and a dragon flame burst out, falling on the ball of black blood, making a "zizi" sound.

After a while, the black blood turned into a wisp of green smoke.

"This should be a poisonous skill in the Yuxue Sect, did you meet them when you came back?" asked the old man with a withered face and a calm look in his eyes, seemingly casually.

forced out the yin poison in his body, Zhen Han's complexion suddenly improved a lot, and he hurriedly said: "It should be, they are all masked, and they don't know their true faces." ”

"Hmm!"

The old man hummed softly and continued to sweep the floor, and after a while, he continued to ask, "Have you bought all the things?"

"I've bought them all, a lot!" Zhen Han said.

"Go back and rest!" The old man sighed lightly, and then said to Lu Qingshan without raising his head: "Lu Qingshan, you stay and continue to study!"

Zhen Han got up, made a big bow very respectfully, glanced at Lu Qingshan with envy, and left.

Lu Qingshan found a new book from the bookshelf, came to the outside of the library pavilion, and read a book while practicing footwork.

Ten days have passed.

In the past ten days, Lu Qingshan has practiced footwork to the realm of one step and thirty-three feet.

The footwork is unpredictable, which makes Lu Qingshan very happy.

At the same time, in the past ten days, there has been a regeneration incident within the Jedi, and several treasures have been unearthed, all of which were left by the Yuan Ling Sword Saint.

All the sequence disciples, as well as the Supreme Elders, were all excited.

What Lu Qingshan was worried about finally happened, the three sequence disciples, did not hold back, and took advantage of Chiye's unpreparedness to step into the Jedi.

The three disciples have been lost in the Jedi, and it is almost impossible to get out.

Fortunately, in view of Yan Luo's existence, the lives of the three disciples are worry-free, but their spiritual power may be depleted, and even their souls may be damaged.

At the same time, the trio are lost in the Jedi, which is a wake-up call for everyone.

On this day, Lu Qingshan was still studying, Zhen Han suddenly came to visit, his face was much ruddy, the injuries in his body were controlled, and the whole person was no longer in serious trouble, as long as he recuperated for a while, he would definitely recover.

"Lu Qingshan, we need your help!" Zhen Han said very solemnly.

(End of chapter)