"What!" Zheng Yingjun said in surprise, "Without martial arts, Peng must be better than dead!"

Zhang Jie also frowned, and said slowly: "If his martial arts are lost, won't he become a wasted person! In that case, even if we save him, he will no longer be able to do what he wants to do!"

The Medicine Saint also nodded helplessly, and then as if he suddenly remembered something, he said: "By the way, before this, I must first save his life, and now his life is completely supported by the internal strength of the old man, this is not good! He must have his own internal strength to nourish himself!"

"How can I nourish myself?" Xiao Jiu asked curiously.

"Blood!"

"Blood?"

"Yes, blood is the foundation of human life, and the so-called human beings must not lack qi and blood, and what a person lives by relying on his spirit and spirit! This essence in the first place, to put it bluntly, is blood! Blood is the most basic element to maintain his life, and it is also the key in the key! Because he has too many wounds on his body, and the injuries are too serious, what he lacks most now is blood! With blood, his life can at least be saved!"

Hearing the words of the Medicine Sage, Zheng Yingjun breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What should I be? Is it human blood? What I have on me must be enough for him! Say, how can I give it to you, should I put the blood in the basin, or just give him to drink?"

Yao Sheng smiled lightly and said, "You kid is really righteous, but human blood is no better than other things, it must be matched, otherwise not only will it not save him, but it will harm him!

Zhang Jie hurriedly said: "Okay, let's start with me, how do you want to find out if it's a match?"

"It's easy!"

After that, Yao Sheng took out a few porcelain bowls from the cabinet on the side, and connected half a bowl of water into the porcelain bowls.

"Isn't this trick a drop of blood to recognize relatives? What does this mean?" Xiao Jiu said with a frown.

The Medicine Saint glanced at Xiao Jiu and said, "What do you know?

"In other words, as long as they can be fused together, then you can give blood to Zhang Peng?"

The Medicine Saint nodded and said, "According to my years of research, there are nothing more than four types of human blood, as for the identification of relatives by dropping blood, it is just a general commonality between relatives, even if it is not a relative, it may be the same type of blood!"

Zheng Yingjun shook his head with a look of disdain: "Really?"

The medicine saint ignored Zheng Yingjun, took the porcelain bowl to Zhang Peng, took out a knife, and lightly cut it on Zhang Peng's fingertips, and a drop of blood dripped into different bowls.

"Which of you comes first?"

Zhang Jie was the first to step out and said, "I'll come!"

After that, Zhang Jie will pick up the knife, cut his fingers, and then squeeze out a drop of blood and drip into the bowl. Everyone watched intently, but unfortunately the two drops of blood did not melt together for a long time.

The Medicine Saint sighed lightly and shook his head helplessly.

Zhang Jie's expression was also unusually gloomy, seeing this, Shi Yuzi smiled and said: "It's okay, we have many disciples in the valley, there will always be a suitable one!

Zhang Jie glanced at Shi Yuzi gratefully.

Zheng Yingjun walked over with his fat body, then cut his fingers, and a drop of blood dripped into the bowl, but it did not blend with Zhang Peng's blood.

"This can't be fake, right! I think I'll just use my blood!" Zheng Yingjun said.

"Nonsense!" the medicine saint scolded, "Human life is child's play!"

Hearing this, Zheng Yingjun stuck out his tongue in disdain and did not speak.

"I'll try!"

Xiao Yajun said a word, and walked forward, and Xiao Jiu and the iron-faced Yanqing on the side hurriedly stopped her.

The iron-faced Yanqing took the lead in taking the knife and cut herself, but unfortunately the blood still did not melt.

"Yajun, let the disciples in the valley try it!" Xiao Jiu said.

Xiao Yajun shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm also a friend of Peng, you all tried it, how can I not try!"

"Miss......" Iron-masked Yanqing hurriedly shouted.

But at this time, Xiao Yajun had already picked up the dagger, ignored the shouts of the iron-faced Yan Qing, cut the white and tender fingers, and a drop of red blood dripped down.

"Smack!"

With a soft sound, and then looking at the two drops of blood in the bowl, they were actually attracted to each other, and they melted together in the blink of an eye.

"Great! My blood can save him!" Xiao Yajun said happily.

Looking at Xiao Jiu and the iron-faced Yanqing again, their faces were not very good-looking.

Xiao Jiu smiled and said, "Let the others in the valley try it! ”

"Why, don't bother others, I'll do it!"

"But...... But your identity!" Xiao Jiu wanted to continue to dissuade.

"No, but, my identity is the elder of the Burial Sword Tower! I am now saving the owner of the Burial Sword Tower, what's the problem!"

Zhang Jie walked forward and said to Xiao Yajun: "Miss Yajun, this matter is really going to trouble you, but it's a pity that we can't help......!

Xiao Yajun smiled slightly, interrupted Zhang Jie's words, and said, "I care about him more than you!"

With just this sentence, Zhang Jie stopped talking, just smiled and nodded, then bowed slightly to Xiao Jiu, and said, "Please also ask the seniors of Lao Jiu to complete!"

"Alas!" Xiao Jiu sighed lightly, he knew that he couldn't persuade Xiao Yajun anymore, so he could only turn his head and shout at the medicine saint: "Stubborn old man, this release of three bowls of blood will not cause any harm to the body."

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Right?"

"It's okay, I'm measured, it's just that my body will be weaker after bloodletting, just recuperate for a few days!"

Hearing these words, Xiao Jiu and the iron-faced Yan Qing were relieved.

The Medicine Saint left Xiao Yajun and let the others out, he wanted to draw blood for Xiao Yajun.

It took less than half an hour for three bowls of blood to appear on the table, and at this moment, Xiao Yajun's face also became a little pale.

The medicine saint glanced at Xiao Yajun, then took a pill to Xiao Yajun to take, and said: "Girl, you go to the room next to you to rest for a few days, with your three bowls of blood, this person can't die!

When Xiao Yajun heard this, her face flushed, and she whispered, "Don't laugh, old gentleman!"

Seeing this, Yao Sheng laughed, and he already knew it in his heart. Then he turned his head to look at Zhang Peng on the bed, and muttered: "This kid is blessed, he has such a good brother, and you are such a good girl! If he dares to fail you in the future, he will be sorry for these three bowls of blood today!"

Xiao Yajun smiled, then got up, and shook his body unconsciously while getting up, before standing firm and walking towards Zhang Peng.

"You must persevere, don't live up to our expectations! From now on, your blood will be in your body!"

After that, Xiao Yajun bowed to the medicine saint and retired!

The medicine saint cut a hole in Zhang Peng's wrist, and packed three bowls of blood into a hollow bamboo tube, and the lower end of the bamboo tube was connected to a hollow wheat stalk, and the end of the wheat straw was processed by the medicine saint, and then inserted into the hole in Zhang Peng's wrist, and a drop of blood slowly dripped into Zhang Peng's body.

The process of blood transfusion took a whole day, except for Xiao Yajun resting in the room. Everyone else had been waiting at the door of the room for a full day, while the Medicine Saint had been watching Zhang Peng's changes in the room.

The stars were moving, and it was the middle of the night.

"Squeak!" There was a soft sound, the door of the room was opened, and Yao Sheng dragged his tired body out, Zhang Jie and Zheng Yingjun hurriedly walked forward.

"Seniors have worked hard!" Zhang Jie said.

The Medicine Saint waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then led people towards the room where Xiao Yajun was resting.

In Xiao Yajun's room, at this time, Yao Sheng's wife, an old woman who was only seventy years old, was accompanying Xiao Yajun. This old woman's kind eyes are like a kind old man at first glance!

Seeing the Medicine Saint and a few people coming in, Xiao Yajun also sat up and looked at the Medicine Saint.

After everyone sat down, the medicine saint slowly opened his mouth and said, "That kid's life, I have already saved it!" He woke up once just now, but because his injuries were too serious, he fell asleep again. ”

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Zheng Yingjun smiled and said, "Thank you Medicine Saint senior, I offended during the day today!"

The medicine saint then said: "Now that his life is saved, I also cast a spell to connect his broken tendons and tendons to him, now I will give him some warm medicine to slowly nourish his heart and spleen, as for the tendons and veins and the broken sea of qi, I really have no good medicine here to save him!"

"In other words, this kid will be fine in the future, and he will become a waste?" Xiao Jiu said with a frown.

The Medicine Saint nodded slowly.

The crowd gradually fell silent, and the atmosphere began to become a little solemn. Suddenly, Zheng Yingjun jumped up as if he remembered something.

"I have a way!"

This move startled everyone, and they all looked at Zheng Yingjun suspiciously.

I saw Zheng Yingjun take out a jade box from his arms, and then said with a look of surprise: "This is the Nine Turns Golden Pill, how about it? It will definitely help him reopen the meridians and repair the Qi Sea, right?"

As soon as they heard the name of the Nine Turns Golden Pill, Xiao Jiu and the Medicine Saint lit up at the same time.

Xiao Jiu, in particular, said with an incredulous expression: "This is really the Nine Turns Golden Pill that can help people break through the Nine Heavenly Realms?"

Zheng Yingjun took the box back into his arms, and said vigilantly: "I know that Lao Jiu is lacking this now, but this is Peng's thing! Don't even think about it!"

Xiao Jiu glared at Zheng Yingjun angrily, and muttered, "If you want to do it, can't you see it?"

The Medicine Saint's brows furrowed, and he said, "If this is really the Nine Turns Golden Pill, then there really is a glimmer of life!"

Hearing this, Zhang Jie was particularly excited and said, "That's good, then use it!"

Xiao Yajun also nodded.

The medicine saint took the box, opened the box, and a strong danxiang came to the nose, which shocked everyone's hearts!

"Sure enough, it's the Nine Turns Golden Pill!" said the Medicine Saint word by word.

"That's! Can I lie to you?" said Zheng Yingjun with a smile.

Seeing the Medicine Saint holding the Nine Turns Golden Pill, he couldn't help but be unhappy, but his face became even more solemn than just now, Xiao Yajun asked suspiciously, "Senior Medicine Saint, is there anything wrong with this?"

As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The Medicine Saint's hand trembled and closed the box, then he cleared his throat and said, "It's not just a problem!

"Shhh

Everyone was shocked, what does this mean?

"Let me tell you, now I use a conservative healing method for Zhang Peng, that is, to warm and nourish the main body, although this will not make him change back to his previous appearance, but at least I have full confidence that I can save his life! But once he takes the Nine Turns Golden Pill, it is a risky way of healing, once this method is successful, it will naturally be happy for everyone, not only can his meridians be reopened, repair the sea of qi, but also strengthen his original physique, and his internal strength will also be greatly improved!

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Once he fails, his current weak physique can't withstand the huge medicinal power of this Nine Turns Golden Pill, and he will be unable to absorb the energy, so he will explode and die!"

"This ......"

The words of the medicine saint put everyone in a dilemma.

Zhang Jie muttered: "Peng, who is a waste person, must be better off than dead! Dare to ask, what is the chance of success in this risky way you said?"

Hearing this, the Medicine Saint frowned, and then slowly stretched out his hand, and at this moment, only three fingers stood up on the outstretched hand!

"Sancheng?"

"It's still the best! Maybe I'm optimistic!"

At this moment, everyone completely entered a moment of difficult choice.

Xiao Yajun was stunned and said, "What if you save his life first, and then wait for your body to heal before using it?"

"No! Once you choose to be warmed and healed, you can't take the Nine Turns Golden Pill anymore, because you missed the best opportunity! The so-called breaking and then standing up is exactly what it means! Only when the body is destroyed to the extreme, can you have the opportunity to break out of the cocoon and be reborn!"

"Then I don't want him to obey! Life is more important than anything else!" Xiao Yajun said a little dazedly.

"But then, he won't have any chance of recovery!" Zheng Yingjun argued.

"But the odds are less than 30%!"

"Sancheng is also hope!"

......

Faced with the argument of Xiao Yajun, Zhang Jie, and Zheng Yingjun, no one else intervened, because among these people, only these three people can decide Zhang Peng's fate, and no one else can!

While everyone was arguing, a weak voice suddenly came from the doorway.

"Don't fight! I can't live without martial arts, rather than live like a wasted person, let me give it a go! At least, at least there is hope!"

Hearing this, everyone turned their heads to look at the door, only to see Zhang Peng, who was wrapped in a white cloth, standing at the door panting with a wooden stick at the moment, his pale and somewhat frightening smile was covered with cold sweat......

When everyone saw Zhang Peng, they couldn't help but be surprised.

The medicine saint hurriedly walked in front of Zhang Peng in two steps, and said with dissatisfaction in his mouth: "Who told you to get out of bed, will it cost you your life!"

"Thank you seniors for saving me, I feel much better now!"

Zhang Peng bowed slightly to the medicine saint.

Zheng Yingjun and Zhang Jie walked forward quickly and held Zhang Peng up.

Zheng Yingjun looked at Zhang Peng, his eyes were red, and he said loudly: "I knew that you kid would not be able to die!"

Zhang Peng's tears also swirled in his eyes, and he slowly opened his mouth and said: "Although I am asleep, I know everything that happened, everything you have done for me, and I know it clearly! Thank you, Brother Zheng, thank you, Ajie!"

Zhang Jie helped Zhang Peng to the side of the bed and said to Zhang Peng: "You should not thank us the most, but Miss Yajun! If it weren't for her, you would have died!"

Hearing Zhang Jie's words, Zhang Peng looked up at Xiao Yajun, with a grateful smile on his pale face, and there seemed to be a trace of love in the smile.

"You...... You're awake!" Xiao Yajun hesitated a little when he spoke.

"Yes, Yajun, you gave me a second life, I owe you!"

Xiao Yajun forcibly held back the tears in his eyes, pursed his mouth, and said stubbornly: "I am the elder of the Burial Sword Tower, it is right to save you, the owner of the building, you don't owe me anything!"

Xiao Jiu looked at Zhang Peng, pretending to be angry and said, "Boy, you have thanked you for a long time, why didn't you have anything to do with me?" But I got your little life back from Luo Yuchen!"

Hearing Luo Yuchen's name, a chill flashed in Zhang Peng's eyes.

"Senior's great grace, Zhang Peng is unforgettable!"

By the way, since you're here, you've heard the thing we discussed just now, so you can choose for yourself!"

Zhang Peng sat on the bed, walked these few steps as if using the strength of his whole body, and after taking a few breaths, he slowly opened his mouth and said: "My choice, I have already said!"

Xiao Yajun was stunned for a moment, and then exclaimed: "No, then your chance of surviving is less than thirty percent!"

Zhang Jie and Zheng Yingjun didn't say anything more, but stood quietly to the side and looked at Zhang Peng.

"Hehe, Sancheng? It's already a lot, in fact, I should have been a dead man a long time ago, I can live until now, I have already earned, what else dare not gamble!"

"But ......"

Xiao Yajun was about to speak, but was interrupted by Zhang Peng's wave.

"Yajun, you care about me, why don't I know, but let me decide this matter for myself?"

Seeing Zhang Peng's resolute appearance, Xiao Yajun snorted lightly, then turned his head, and the moment he turned his head, two tears slipped down silently.

"Okay, I'm not wrong about you kid! Then it's decided, you have a good rest tonight, tomorrow morning, I will administer medicine for you, as for life and death, it depends on your own creation!"

After saying this, the medicine saint turned his head and walked out. Before leaving, he waved his hand to the people around him, signaling everyone to go out first.

Zhang Jie and Zheng Yingjun glanced at Zhang Peng, and then walked out of the room, but Xiao Jiu walked to the side of the medicine saint and muttered in a low voice: "I said stubborn old man, isn't it good for men and women to be in the same room in the middle of the night?"

The Medicine Saint glared at Xiao Jiu and whispered, "What do you think Zhang Peng can do now?"

After speaking, Yao Sheng led his wife out, leaving only Xiao Jiu with an embarrassed face, and the iron-faced Yanqing walked over, smiled at Xiao Jiu, and then pushed Xiao Jiu out and closed the door from the outside.

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