At the same time, just as Impermanence was laughing, a black shadow fell from the sky and slapped at its heavenly spirit with one palm!

Seeing this, Impermanence frowned slightly, raised his arm, and threw a punch towards the sky!

"Cen!"

Suddenly, just as the fists and palms were about to intersect, Chen Xingzhi's eyes flashed, and a silver light erupted from his waist!

Suddenly, the soft sword at his waist came out of the sheath, and the blade of the sword slashed sharply towards the impermanence wrist!

Blinded by the silver light, it was too late to realize that the soft sword was slashing at his wrist!

Golden Crow Divine Skill!!

However, the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer, impermanence was not afraid at all, and his arms were shining with golden light!

"Bell!"

The next moment, the soft sword slashed at the wrist, with a soft sound, the wrist was unscathed, but the soft sword was bounced away!

"Get out!"

Blinded Chen Xingzhi, impermanence shouted, and threw a punch again with his backhand!

"Flutter!"

Immediately, a punch was indestructible, and it hit his left shoulder as fast as lightning! A mouthful of bloody arrows spewed out, and Chen Xingzhi flew out upside down!

Not far away, seeing that his companion was injured, Ming Chong immediately stepped forward, stretched out his hands, and caught him. [with _ dream]ā

"Now that the skill is less than seventy percent, even if they join forces, I'm afraid they are not this person's opponent!"

Standing firm, looking at Ming Chong, Chen Xingzhi said hoarsely.

"Withdraw!"

Hearing this, he nodded, Ming rushed forward, and quickly slapped his palm!

Suddenly, a black robe agitated, and a powerful True Qi burst out, accompanied by a gust of wind, rushing towards impermanence!

Then, Ming Chong and Chen Xingzhi glanced at each other, and the two hurriedly performed light skills and left in the wind.

Golden Crow Divine Skill!!

On the opposite side, Impermanence frowned deeply, firmly stamped his horse steps, and greeted a punch!

"Touching !!"

In an instant, the powerful True Qi collided with the Iron Fist, and the True Qi was shattered by the Iron Fist and vanished!

When the true qi was dissolved, impermanence looked around, and there was already no trace of Ming Chong and Chen Xingzhi!

"Hmph! I escaped pretty fast!"...

Retracting his iron fist, Impermanence shook his head and sneered.

After laughing, he blinded the Shaolin Temple on the top of the mountain, and after thinking for a moment, impermanence turned around and left.

Compared to his precious apprentice, Shen Wuxian was not important to him.

Whether he lives or dies, depending on his own creation, he still has to find a precious apprentice!

On the other side, for nearly half an hour, the forehead was drenched with sweat, the palms of the hands were already peeling flesh, Xiao'er bit her lip, pulled the plank hard, and finally came to the gate of Shaolin Temple.

"Brother Shen... We... It's finally here..."

Looking weakly at the closed gate of Shaolin Temple, and then at Brother Shen who was sleeping on the wooden board, Xiao'er muttered tiredly.

After muttering, wiping the fragrant sweat off her forehead, Xiao'er's lips were white, her body swayed with lotus steps, and she kept beating the gate of Shaolin Temple with her blood-drenched palms.

As each palm falls, a bright red bloody handprint will appear on the gate of the Shaolin Temple.

After slapping a few times, she was finally exhausted, Xiao'er closed her beautiful eyes and fainted in front of the door.

"Squeak..."

After a while, the gate of Shaolin Temple slowly opened, and a small monk in cloth walked out.

"Uncle Shi, it's not good! It's not good! Something is wrong!"

Seeing Xiao'er who was unconscious in front of the gate, the little monk in cloth was shocked, and then when he saw Shen Wuxian on the wooden board, he shouted in panic!

...............

A moment later, outside a wing room in the backyard of the Shaolin Temple, all the monks in the temple gathered.

At the head were three old monks dressed in robes and over the age of sixties.

The person in the middle, skinny as wood, with a majestic complexion, holding a string of Buddhist beads, is the abbot of Shaolin Temple today, Master Xu.

The person on the left is tall, with thick eyebrows and thin eyes, but his eyes are bright, and he is the junior brother of Master Su, Master Lien.

And the person on the right, with an ordinary appearance, a wrinkled face, and two long eyebrows, is the junior brother of the two, Master Xian!

Nowadays, in the Shaolin Temple, the highest generation is the Jue character generation, and then it belongs to the word generation.

These three masters are all peerless masters in the rivers and lakes, and because of the cultivation of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple, their strength should not be underestimated!

"Amitabha... The little junior brother's whole body is shattered, and he doesn't know if he can save the day..."

Looking at the closed wooden door of the wing room worriedly, turning the Buddhist beads in his hand, the abbot sighed.

"Good, good, don't worry, senior brother, with my uncle's action, the little junior brother will be safe..."

Beside him, Master Lien folded his hands and chanted.

"Yes, with the blessing of the Buddha, coupled with the temple's unique Yijin Sutra and marrow washing tendons, the little junior brother will definitely be able to turn evil into good fortune!"

The two long white eyebrows trembled, nodded idly, and echoed in a voice.

Not long ago, a disciple found the unconscious Xiao'er and the seriously injured Shen Wuxian outside the gate.

After learning of this, the three of them immediately sent someone to the back mountain to inform Uncle Juekong!

After hearing the news of the disciple's serious injury, the monk Juekong hurried over.

After bandaging the unconscious Xiao'er's pair of jade hands with medicine, she was arranged to rest in a side room.

Subsequently, the Juekong Divine Monk took the disciples with broken muscles and veins to another room to heal their wounds!

Now the injured person is the disciple of the Juekong Divine Monk, and Shen Wuxian is of the same age as the three masters, which immediately caused a sensation in the entire Shaolin Temple.

All the monks in the temple gathered outside the wing room, sincerely chanted the Buddha and chanted sutras, and prayed for Shen Wuji.

In the side room, Shen Wuxian lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Beside him, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at his apprentice, Juekong's expression was full of complicated expressions.

From time to time surprised, from time to time doubts, from time to time struggles...

"Amitabha..."

After a while, the monk retracted his gaze, closed his eyes, and chanted a Buddha noise.

Then, slowly opening his eyes, the previous complicated look had disappeared, and in the eyes of the Juekong Divine Monk, only a determined look remained.

"Traces, you can't make mistakes again and again as a teacher... I will do my best to restore your veins!"

Looking at the apprentice on the bed, the Monk shook his head and sighed.

Sighing, a golden robe agitated, and the Juekong Monk stretched out his big hand, turned his five fingers into claws, and sucked in the air!

Suddenly, Shen Wuxian's body was uncontrollable and stood up from the bed.

However, it is still asleep.

Putting down his big hand, the eyes of the monk of the void flashed, and he turned his hand into a finger and pointed out two fingers!

Immediately, two fingers hit his knees, and Shen Wuxian closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Seeing this, he withdrew his big hand, and the monk Juekong came behind the disciple and sat down cross-legged.

Immediately, the true qi of the whole body agitated, and the Juekong Divine Monk handed out his wrinkled hands, pressed them against the back of the apprentice, and used his strength to continuously transmit the internal force of the Yijin Sutra into his body!

"Flutter!"

The muscles and veins in the body are nourished by the internal force of the Yi Jin Jing and begin to be reshaped, and the pain is by no means no less than the pain of the broken tendons and veins!

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, Shen Wuxian closed his eyes, his brows were tightly twisted together, and his face was pale!

Gradually, a wisp of white smoke rose above his head, and although Shen Wuxian fell into a deep sleep, he gritted his teeth in pain.

After a few breaths, he slowly opened his eyes, and Shen Wuxian woke up due to the poison in his body!

...............