Ling Zitong crouched in the distance, and when he heard them say the word 'Sanqing', he didn't say it anymore, and said secretly in his heart: It really has something to do with the 'Storm Order'. She couldn't help but feel that she was touching something in her arms. What kind of person is this senior brother, who is so mysterious and mysterious, so he is mysterious.

After a while, a partridge whistle suddenly sounded loudly. "Senior brother, he's here!" said the young swordsman.

Ling Zitong was slightly disdainful, and said secretly: Partridge whistle, I don't want to think about it, is there a partridge in this place! Then the sound of footsteps landing on the ground came from far and near. Ling Zitong was slightly surprised: his footsteps landed heavily, and every sound was clearly audible, but each step was far apart, proving that each step was far away before landing, and the interval between each step was almost the same. "This person is not only light, but also has stronger internal strength, running like this, but his feet are not messy, it seems that he is still carrying a heavy load!" Ling Zitong said secretly.

"What's the matter, big brother, is this kind of whistle, and it's heavy under your feet...... Let's go, go over!" said Zhang Digang that year.

"No, you light the fire, I'm afraid I'm going to spend the night here tonight!" Ling Zitong looked over to the place where the voice came out, and saw a person holding a thing horizontally, saying a word, running out of a step, each step was several feet apart, and the tone was calm, as if standing and talking, never high or low, and the person who finished speaking was already standing beside them. It turned out that he was holding a similarly dressed person, his eyes closed silently, as if he was injured.

Ling Zitong secretly cheered: What a deep internal force!

"Third junior brother, how can you ......," the older man said anxiously.

The rest of them were about to go to collect firewood and grass, and when they saw the person in his arms, they all asked anxiously: "Third Senior Brother, what's wrong?"

The man said, "Hurry up and make a fire, the third child will not get in the way!" and still hugged the person tightly and did not sit down.

After a while, everyone built a bonfire, and the man sat down cross-legged by the fire, put the injured man on his legs and said, "After a while, the second brother, you will slow down for me, the fourth junior brother will be next, and the other junior brothers will give birth to two more piles to surround us." Quick!" he said, helping the injured man to his feet, his palms stretched out and pressed on his back. After a while, steaming white gas came out of the heads of both people.

Ling Zitong took advantage of the firelight to find that the injured person was clenching his teeth and frowning, his eyes were still closed, and his face had turned blue to dead gray. What's even more amazing is that there are some ice flowers on the face.

After a cup of tea, the ice flowers on his head slowly turned into water droplets, slowly flowing down, and his face seemed to have some anger. After another cup of tea, the elder brother's head suddenly became white. The second senior brother on the side hurriedly sat down cross-legged, pressed his palm on his back, and came down for him. The elder brother's body turned to one side, and his eyes did not open, and after a while, the white qi on his head slowly dissipated. Keep your eyes open and stare at the injured person, without speaking or leaving an inch.

The internal strength of the second senior brother is obviously not as strong as that of the senior brother, and he can't hold on to it after only one tea time, so the fourth junior brother comes again, and of course he doesn't squeeze it. After the two of them changed hands, the master brother handed his palm up again after a little internal force, but his struggling expression was also revealed. In just one cup of tea, the top of his head was like a steamer. But he didn't let go of his palms and insisted desperately. It wasn't until the injured man took a breath and spit out several mouthfuls of blood in a row that he let go of his palm, but he was already weak.

The wounded's face was still as pale as paper in the firelight, his eyes were still closed, but his hands were able to join together and sit up.

After another tea time, the senior brother opened his eyes and said, "Senior brothers don't need to be busy, the third child's life is not in the way, you can also breathe!"

Ling Zitong hurriedly retracted his head, touched his waist with his hand and secretly listened to the movement: this person's internal strength is very good, after such luck to heal people, his qi is still so calm and calm when he speaks, and he does not show fatigue. If you attack suddenly, you are definitely not an opponent, and even if you escape, it will not be very easy. She wondered what to do when she encountered hard stubble. I only heard the senior brother say again: "This Ice Spirit Palm Technique is really vicious, if the third brother doesn't block me hard, I'm afraid we won't be able to come back!" He looked at Ling Zitong intentionally or unintentionally.

"On a cold day, the visitor came over to roast and burn to drive away the cold. The tone was so calm that it was almost impossible to refuse.

Ling Zitong slowly stood up, hesitated again and again but walked over, did not salute or speak, and sat by the fire. Not far away was the young swordsman of the hotel.

"Where did this son come from...... Oh, you all sit down with me, let's ...... It's this...... Although we are all from the martial arts, we must also have different etiquette between men and women! This turned out to be a female guest. He beckoned a few junior disciples to sit beside him, leaving a large space for Ling Zitong. The young swordsman looked her up and down several times before sitting down, then quietly looked at her again.

"You are really good internal strength, good eyesight, good skills, good foot strength! Ling Zitong said in one breath that the four forces plus one intention, although there was a small grievance that was exposed by him in person, he did have the intention of praising his martial arts.

"Hehe, the heroine makes fun of it, it's just some carving insect skills, of course I know that you have no malicious intentions, otherwise, you would have made a move earlier, how could you wait until now. Although he was polite, he actually told Ling Zitong in an unintentional manner, 'If you have malicious intentions, you can still let you stay there for so long'.

"I'm not polite, good is good, why bother! Is the 'Ice Spirit Palm' you said the martial arts of the 'Blue Lotus Sect'?"

"The woman also knows the 'Qinglian Sect', yes, they all walk in the rivers and lakes, this sect is so powerful, who can not know!" He talked eloquently, revealing a faint majesty in peace, and the other juniors and disciples did not intervene, showing that there was a difference between dignity and inferiority, and the rules of the orderly door were very strict.

Ling Zitong heard rumors in the rivers and lakes a few months ago: it was said that the 'Qinglian Sect' and the 'Oriental Ninja' attacked the palace in a big way, thanks to the Shaolin Temple and the masters of the five major sword sects fighting to the death, of course, her wishful husband returned to Yunhe, so that the emperor Lao'er's dragon chair was safe. After this battle, the 'Storm Order' that caused the incident was nowhere to be found, and the 'Blue Lotus Sect' and the 'Oriental Ninja' were also nowhere to be found. The presence of the 'Qinglian Sect' in Hedong really surprised her, and she suddenly thought: "Shouldn't the old gentleman come to Chang'an too?"

"The woman is ...... Oh, I'll report myself first, our senior brother is the 'Huashan Six Swords' under the Huashan Gate, the 'Overlord Sword' Yu Jingfeng, the second junior brother 'Junhou Sword' Song Hao, the third junior brother 'Xiangbo Sword' Wang Hongluo, the fourth junior brother 'General Sword' Shi Kedang, the fifth junior brother 'Guiyin Sword' Zhang Youke, this is my little junior brother 'Warrior Sword' Fei Zheng. Dare to ask the woman who ......" He said a lot of names in one breath, where could Ling Zitong remember them one by one, and only focused on remembering that the young swordsman was originally called 'Warrior Sword' Fei Zheng.