Two days later, the Holy Sect, Yin Feng Cliff

In the night sky, a full moon.

In the wing room, on the bed, Xie Yifeng closed his eyes, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his whole body was entangled by a black true qi.

After a while, gritting his teeth, blood slowly overflowed from the corner of Xie Yifeng's mouth.

"Young Master!"

Beside him, seeing blood spilling from the corner of the young master's mouth, for some reason, Sanbao's face was full of worry.

"Ahem, ahem... I'm fine, Sambo..."

Slowly opening his eyes and turning his head to look at the other party, Xie Yifeng exhaled a breath of turbid air and responded with a smile.

Hearing this, San Bao nodded and hurriedly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth for the young master.

Looking at the roof, feeling the majestic true qi in his body, Xie Yifeng was thoughtful.

I never thought that this internal skill was so profound!

Now that half of the true qi in his body has been transformed, he feels that his internal force is three points stronger than his previous self!

If you transform all your true qi, you don't know how strong you will be!

However, even so, the tendons and veins of the hands and feet have been broken, the bones have also been crushed, and no matter how strong the internal force is, it is just empty talk!

In the past few days, I have practiced this internal martial arts, but the tendons and bones of my hands and feet have not shown the slightest sign of healing.

Could it be that Yan Lao is lying to himself?

"Young Master, what are you thinking?"

On the side of the bed, seeing that the young master was thinking about his thoughts, Sanbao blinked and asked curiously.

Hearing this, he turned his head to look at Sanbao, Xie Yifeng smiled, his heart was full of warmth.

Although the Three Jewels are determined to stay by their side and serve themselves, how can they be so selfish?

If he has not yet recovered after the cultivation of this internal martial arts, then he will negotiate with the evil marshal and let him let the Three Treasures go.

Because he knew it, the evil commander had been looking for the three men in black who were hidden in the six major factions!

Now that Yang Lingfeng is dead, there are still two people left!And one of them, he learned from Yingxue's mouth that day, is a native of Nanming Dao!

When the time comes, he will use this news to make a deal with the evil handsome and let the three treasures leave here!

"Sambo, I'm thirsty... Ah!!h

After thinking about it in his heart, he felt very thirsty in his mouth, Xie Yifeng looked at Sanbao and said softly.

It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, Xie Yifeng's brows furrowed tightly, his expression became very painful, and he roared in a low voice!

"Young Master, are you alright?"

was startled by the sudden roar, and then saw the young master's painful expression, and Sanbao's face was full of anxiety.

After a few breaths, Xie Yifeng's face turned pale, his roar became louder and louder, and blood flowed out of the seven orifices!

At this time, only Xie Yifeng himself knew that the true qi in his body was running around!

"Squeak..."

Outside the wing, Xie Yifeng's roar was also heard, and the two strong men guarding pushed open the door and ran in.

When they saw Xie Yifeng's seven orifices bleeding, his expression was hideous, and the two strong men were shocked!

"Quick! go find Yan Lao!"

Seeing two strong men running in, the six gods had no master, panicked, as if grasping a life-saving straw, Sanbao hurriedly shouted.

At this time, San Bao remembered in a panic that Old Yan had said that if there was anything unusual about the young master, he would notify him immediately!

"It's... Yes!"

Hearing this, one of the strong men nodded, and immediately ran out of the wing room in a panic.

The sect leader has explained that he must be optimistic about Xie Yifeng, if something happens to Xie Yifeng, he will not be able to escape death!

After a long time, the strong man stumbled and hurried to a side room.

"Knock knock!"

Sweating profusely, the strong man knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

Immediately, an old voice came from the side room.

"Squeak..."

The brawny man pushed open the door and stepped inside.

I saw a man wearing a red mask sitting at a wooden table, playing chess alone.

This red-masked man is none other than Elder Yan who has returned to the Holy Sect!

"What's wrong, so flustered, what's going on?"

Holding a sunspot in his hand, covering the panicked strong man, Yan Lao asked in a loud voice.

"Qi Yu is in charge! It's a big deal! For some reason, Xie Yifeng suddenly bled and was roaring wildly! His entourage asked his subordinates to look for Yan Lao, but his subordinates never found him!"

Taking a deep breath, his eyes full of fear, the strong man saluted respectfully and hurriedly narrated.

Now that I haven't found Yan Lao, if Xie Yifeng really dies, it will be difficult to save my own life!

"Well, I already know about this, you should step back first, don't panic..."

The sunspot in his hand slowly fell, turned his head to look at the other party, and Yan Lao calmly commanded.

"It's... Yes!"

Hearing the words and hearing the other party's order, the strong man saluted again, and walked out of the room with a worried expression.

After closing the door, Yan Lao stood up, paced to the window, and pushed the paper window open.

"Hehe, Xie Yifeng, you still choose to practice this skill after all..."

Looking out the window, looking up at the full moon in the night sky, under the red mask, the corners of Yan Lao's mouth hooked up a sneer.

"Good! It's time for the next move..."

After laughing, he turned around and glanced at the chess game on the table, Yan Lao took off his mask and limped out of the room.

"Young Master, Young Master, Don't scare the Three Treasures! The Three Treasures are the only relatives left for you! If you have three long and two short, how can the Three Treasures live!"

A moment later, in another room, Xie Yifeng was still roaring, the bed was full of blood, and Sanbao cried anxiously.

At the same time, the strong man who had just left ran back.

"What about people?

Seeing that the other party came back alone, Sanbao asked urgently.

Hearing this, ignoring the Three Treasures, the strong man glanced at his companion and nodded.

Glancing at each other, the two strong men frowned slightly, and then walked out of the room and closed the wooden door.

"Bastard!"

Seeing this, his heart was full of anger, and Sambo scolded and threw himself at the door.

But no matter how he slapped and tore, the door was closed, and no one responded.

"Master! It's the Three Treasures who didn't take good care of the young master! The Three Treasures are ashamed of you! If anything happens to the young master, the three treasures will not have the face to live in this world!"

Seeing that the door was closed and no one cared about the young master's life or death, Sanbao knelt on the ground weakly, crying bitterly.

"Squeak..."

Suddenly, at this moment, the closed door opened again.

Holding a wine jar in his hand, Old Yan limped into the room.

Outside the room, seeing that Yan Lao was here, although they didn't know if the other party could save Xie Yifeng's life, the two strong men were a little comforted in their hearts and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Elder Yan, hurry, save my young master!"

Looking up at Yan Lao, seeing that the other party had finally arrived, Sanbao looked overjoyed, and hurriedly got up from the ground and pounced on the other party.

Nodding and pushing away the three treasures, Old Yan limped to the bed with the wine jar in his hand.

"Ah!! kill me! Sambo! I'm so uncomfortable! Kill me!

On the bed, his body couldn't move, and the true qi in his body was running wildly, like ten thousand ants were biting, Xie Yifeng was bleeding and roaring.

"Drink it!"

Seeing this, he was indifferent, lifted the lid of the wine, Yan Lao bent down and handed the wine jar to the other party's lips.

At the same time, the lid of the wine was lifted, and a strong and pungent smell of blood emanated from the jar!

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