Ram Hui glared at Liu Wanshan fiercely, and his figure flashed out of the middle hall, striding forward, his figure was suffocating, and between breaths, he walked out of Minghui Courtyard and went straight to Jianchen Courtyard.

Liu Wanshan's reaction was not slow, he grinned, quickly threw down the gray clothes in his hand, and with a flick of his round body, he went out of the hall, the ball flew up, landed on the roof and shot out in an instant, and disappeared with three bullets and two bullets.

Leaving behind a gray-clothed guard who was overly frightened, the gray-clothed sword guard gasped for breath, and then reacted, he ran out of his legs, and gathered people as he ran: "Quick! Hurry! Go to Jianchen Academy!

As soon as the gray clothes who came back in twos and threes heard 'support the patriarch!', where did they dare to slack off, they turned around and ran, and at the same time mobilized the dantian sword qi to use their legs, and the leaping technique was all unfolded, bending down and galloping out!

The gray-clothed guards encountered on the follow-up road didn't need to be called at all, and they were included in the gray-clothed team.

Kenchen-in, inner room.

Ram Chen was already lying on the bed, the golden needle in Yao Lao's hand shrunk to five inches, and at the same time it was thinner, it was already as thin as a hair, trembling, but the cold light on the tip of the needle was colder and more dangerous!

The needle is cold out of the body, but it is hot when it pierces the body, and as soon as the needle enters the body, it will rise to a nameless Mars, the Mars is very small, but it is extremely domineering, where the Mars falls, the dead veins are burned!

Ziz ...... Ziz ......

Ram Chen lay on the bed with his eyes glazed and listened to the burning sound in his body, feeling the torture of the fire needle, his body twitched and trembled, he could scream, but he didn't want to scream!

At this time, the confinement effect of the 'Eight Needles and Pulse Fixing' had disappeared, and he could move, but he had no strength to move, and the whole person had completely collapsed.

He felt like he had been cut and cut and fought again, and now the punishment of the fire needle was no longer the heart-rending feeling when he cut the flesh, not that the burning was weak, but that his will to bear it had increased.

The pain that surpassed the limits of humanity did not break his spirit, but instead honed his inhuman will, which was now stronger than ever!

His spiritual body was lying weakly in the sea of consciousness, his eyes were blank, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, whether to cry that he ushered in a new round of destruction, or whether to laugh that his will circle was expanding outward all the time, every time the spiritual body endured a torture and endured a wave of severe pain, his will would be stronger.

Sickness, suffering, and torture can destroy people's will the most, and they can also temper people's will the most, as long as people don't fall, then it will be these sufferings that fail, they will only become whetstones, forge steel hammers, and exercise shockingly powerful will!

The potential of human will is unlimited, especially in terms of bearing, as long as it can endure and does not collapse, it is powerful.

Therefore, the young man's will circle has expanded outward a hundred times, a foot square, such a will enchantment has far exceeded the scope of the sea of knowledge that a spirit priest should have, and he doesn't know the specifics of what he has reached.

The maximum range supported by the will of the spirit will not exceed five inches in a radius, the enchantment must be supported by the will, the spirit is still too young, the experience is too shallow, their will has not been tempered by thousands of tempers, and holding up five inches is already considered a superhuman will.

The young man calmly listened to the cold needle piercing, the fire needle burning, the needle thickening and cold, then withdrawing, and then plunging, and so on, he silently counted: one, two, three...... One hundred and twenty-two...... One thousand two hundred and twenty-two......

He felt a little out of his body, and watched coldly at the old man whose disguise technique had been completely blurred and his true face was revealed, watching him apply needles with his skillful hands, the needles rose and fell, and the fire was extinguished.

Yao Lao was already sweating profusely and his clothes were soaked, although he had completed the most important 'Eight Needles to Fix the Pulse' and also completed the most core 'Pulse Surgery', and now he was using the 'Yang Acupuncture' to deal with the waste in the young man's body, his needles pierced, and those waste veins, rotten meridians, dead flesh, and stiff muscles that he had cut off were all burned into waste gas, and then pulled out along the pores of the needle.

With the movement of Yao Lao's needle, there is always a gray and unpleasant air flow at the end of the needle behind his hand, the needle is hollow, and the garbage in the body is incinerated and pulled out, which is the third step, the end.

Although in the end, the old man is still focused and dedicated, without a trace of slackness, as a pharmacist, if the patient does not recover, it will never be considered a success.

Maybe half an hour, maybe an hour, Yao Lao began to sort out from top to bottom, check and fill in the gaps, people are not gods, even gods can't guarantee that they are foolproof, so there is no other way except to carefully, patiently, and repeatedly check over and over again.

There's movement outside, it's noisy!

The teenagers who counted did not hear, nor did the old people who carefully supplemented the needles from time to time, they were people from another world, patients and doctors, closed medical spaces.

......

"Bang Bang!"

"Open the door!

One is bigger than the other, and one is harsher than the other!

No one answered the door, even if the man guarding behind the door had already heard who it was, it was precisely because he heard it that the sword in his hand was held tighter, the sword qi in the dantian was output faster, and the slender white steel sword trembled more rapidly!

"Boom!"

The man outside the door finally lost his patience, and he slammed the door open.

Sou!

A white light went straight to the chest of the person who came, an eagle-like person, a snake-like sword, extremely ruthless, and ruthless.

"Presumptuous!" Freezing the cold of the years, the iceberg-like sword blade cut off the white light, blocking the sword qi, the slender snake sword collapsed, and the person was knocked out.

Ram Hui looked down at the hole in his chest, his face was gloomy to the extreme, when he saw that it was Ram Chang Geng who attacked him, the anger in his heart was even more difficult to suppress, he was not an open-minded person, especially a person who betrayed himself and almost took his life, let alone a trace of tolerance.

A red ball galloped past him, without stopping, and went straight to the main house, and Ram Hui roared angrily, and immediately chased after him, not caring about killing people and cleaning up the portal.

"Stop! Don't come! Get out of here!"

The fat girl Qiu Ju roared angrily, picked up a giant tree with a tall adult waist pole standing beside her, and pulled it out with her eyes closed.

"Boom!"

The red ball was knocked out by a pillar, and the girl was also knocked into the hall by the great force, and the door opened, and the people in the house saw the people in the courtyard, and the people in the courtyard also saw the people in the house.

Ram Hui, who had a gloomy face, and Liu Wanshan, who was flushed, saw the white-clothed young man sitting on the seat at the same time, and their eyes fell on the blue long sword in the young man's hand, it was the 'You Long'!

Ram Hui stepped forward with a gloomy face, and was about to enter, but the young man stepped out of the hall first, blocking the door.

"Give me the sword!" Ram Hui asked coldly.

"No!" the young man also refused coldly, the sword was not his, he borrowed it.

"Bring it!" Ram Hui jumped out, grabbed it with one hand, and grabbed the sword directly.

"Ram Hui, if you dare to hurt my son, I will fight with you!" Liu Wanshan was still some distance away, although it was only a breath of leap, but one breath was enough for a spirit warrior to kill a spirit disciple.

The two of them fought, and the three-foot clear water sword qi shot out, and the ram roared and retreated quickly, although it was almost to the extreme, but the black long hair was still shaved a little, and the black silk flew.

Everyone was stunned, inside and outside the house, the spirit disciple cut the beard of a high-level spirit priest with a sword, so if it went further, could it be cut off the head.