The stars are far away, the bright moon is like a plate, the breeze is cool, and the autumn insects are happy.

Yakudo.

Zhao Ziming finished bandaging a few wounded people, watched them go down the mountain, sighed, and was about to close the door. Suddenly, a cry came from afar, and when I listened closely, it seemed to call his name.

Zhao Ziming stopped what he was doing, walked to the door and waited, and sure enough, in a short time, the cries of "Senior Brother Qianming!" and "Senior Brother Qianming!" were clearly audible.

More than 20 people rushed up the mountain, and the person who led the way, Zhao Ziming, knew Gao Zhu, who was a disciple of the original young wolf village.

Since fighting with the platoon gang, because there are too many losses in the gang and the defense force of the halls is seriously insufficient, Mu Zijing has no choice but to temporarily close the wolf village.

Among them, the teenagers with slightly higher cultivation were assigned to various places to participate in battles, and those with too low cultivation stayed at Jiuli Mountain to assist in handling chores.

Gao Zhu was only eleven years old, and with only one layer of internal force, he was responsible for leading the wounded up the mountain.

Zhao Ziming smiled at Gao Zhu and asked, "Zhuzi, which brother from the entrance of the hall is here?" His gaze crossed Gao Zhu and cast his gaze on the crowd behind.

"Senior Brother Qianming......"

"What are you grinding and chirping? Why don't you save people quickly? If something goes wrong with my master, Lao Tzu will smash your bones!" Gao Zhu was about to speak, when a black-faced man came out of the crowd behind him, pushed him away, pointed at Zhao Ziming and roared, the sound was like a broken gong.

Zhao Ziming's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of danger flashed in his eyes, but he didn't attack, turned around and walked towards the courtyard, "Pillar, bring them in." ”

Entering the hall, the group came out in twos and twos, placing seven stretchers on the ground, on each of which lay a wounded man, some unconscious, some moaning in a low voice.

Zhao Ziming inspected the injuries one by one, his expression gradually became solemn, each of these seven people was seriously injured, especially the oldest old man on the right, and one of the men who was covered in blood and couldn't see clearly was the most seriously injured, and he only had one breath left to hang his life.

At this time, a few medicine boys brought water gauze to do a simple cleaning and bandaging for these wounded. Zhao Ziming lifted the clothes of the man who was most seriously injured and began to treat him.

The black-faced man who yelled at him before suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him, pointed at the oldest old man, glared, and said, "His grandmother's, save my master first!"

Zhao Ziming's eyes flashed with a cold light, he pinched the wrist of the black-faced man with his backhand, got up slowly, and asked, "Are you saving people or am I saving people?"

The black-faced man only felt a sharp pain in his wrist, screamed, and before he could fight back, he was punched in the chest again, and his body flew straight backwards and hit a pillar.

"Senior brother!" the strong men who were not injured were shocked and hurriedly ran over to help people.

The black-faced man roared angrily and pushed away the person who was helping him, and rushed towards Zhao Ziming with red eyes.

Zhao Ziming had already squatted down again, and the second finger of his right hand hit the most seriously injured big man for a while, and he said without raising his head: "If you don't want your master to die, just roll out quietly for me." ”

The black-faced man's body stopped suddenly, and he was furious in his heart, but he didn't dare to fight back, shook his wrist, covered his stuffy chest with the other hand, and walked to the side to stand still, just looking at Zhao Ziming's gaze was extremely unkind.

Sealing the acupoint of the big man under him, Zhao Ziming picked up a small iron clamp and was about to take out a piece of wooden stick inserted in his left chest.

Zhao Ziming's eyes suddenly glanced at the big man's face, and the thick blood stain on the big man's face had been scrubbed clean by the medicine boy, revealing his original appearance.

Zhao Ziming was stunned for a moment, and called in a low voice: "Brother Zhan!"

This person is the exhibition of Gaolin County.

Zhao Ziming was full of joy and sorrow, happy that he suddenly met the deceased, worried that Zhanyun's injury was too serious, and he was not absolutely sure that he could save it.

Taking a deep breath and concentrating, Zhao Ziming made his hand like electricity, the iron clamp in his hand slightly entered the flesh, clamped the broken wooden stick, pulled it out violently, and pulled out a four-inch-long spear tip!

Blood gushed out from the hole behind the tip of the spear leaving the body, Zhao Ziming was sick on Zhanyun's body again, forcibly sealed his blood, and then applied a large bottle of hemostatic medicine, and then wrapped the bandage, and saw that the wound slowly stopped bleeding, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Ziming instructed the medicine boy to hurry up and make a specific healing potion, and at a rapid speed, he stitched up three deep wounds on Zhanyun's body, and fed him two precious pills that replenished blood and peiyuan.

After doing all this, he began to treat the oldest old man, and the black-faced man on the side was so angry that his eyes were about to breathe fire.

The old man suffered very few external injuries, the horror was the internal injuries, Zhao Ziming helped him sit up, removed his shirt, and on his back, there was a bright red palm print.

"Ahem......" The old man coughed violently, and his face turned purple.

Zhao Ziming gave the old man a pill and said: "Old man, your viscera is too badly injured, the kid is not good at learning, and it is difficult to save him with the power of medicine and stone, so he can only use the method of internal force to heal you, but he is not sure, are you willing to give it a try?"

The old man was speechless, but nodded slightly.

The black-faced man's face changed, and he hurriedly ran over and shouted: "How many layers of internal force can you have, a kid who hasn't grown any hair, and wants to kill my master? Get out, Lao Tzu!"

He was extremely angry in his heart, although the cultivation of internal force was an excellent means of treating internal injuries, but the requirements for internal force were very high, not only must they reach the level of at least six layers, but they must also be pure enough, otherwise it will be useless and harmful to the injured.

Generally speaking, those who use this method to heal others are second-rate masters who have cultivated their internal strength to the seventh or eighth level, and the reason why the black-faced man himself does not dare to heal his master is because he is not sure enough.

But isn't it obvious that the hairy boy in front of him wants to use this method? If it weren't for Master's prior orders, you must not be presumptuous in the general gang, and Lao Tzu will kill you!

Zhao Ziming was too lazy to talk to this person, he took a step forward, used his internal strength, and slapped it with one palm. The black-faced man was obviously on guard, sneered, and raised his palms to greet him.

The palms touched, and the black-faced man's face changed greatly, and his feet folded and retreated, unloading his strength, but he still hit the same pillar.

Only then did he think that he had fought hard for a long time, and he had traveled so far, and there was not much internal strength left, but he could think about it again, even if he was in a perfect state, could he beat that kid?

Zhao Ziming said coldly: "There will be a next time, don't blame me for doing it." After speaking, he sat down cross-legged behind the old man, raised his luck, and then struck out with both palms and stuck to the old man's back.

Time passed slowly, and wisps of white qi rose from Zhao Ziming and the old man's heads at the same time, both of them had red faces, and their whole bodies trembled slightly, obviously healing at a critical moment.

The black-faced man and the others stared at the two intently, not noticing that there was an extra figure at the door of the hall.

The old medicine monster looked at Zhao Ziming, his eyes were different, and he muttered in a low voice: "I didn't expect Qianming's internal strength to be cultivated to this point, his talent is really rare, but this person's internal injuries are too serious, even if I make a move, I can't save it, but Qianming is going to waste his efforts." ”

Zhao Ziming is the first time to use the method of internal force to heal and heal, in fact, he doesn't have much bottom in his heart, but the old man's internal injuries are really too serious, he has delayed a lot of time in order to save Zhanyun first, and there is nothing he can do, so he has to use the dead horse as a live horse doctor.

He did it for another reason.

Since practicing the Nameless Exercises, he has also slowly discovered the strength of the Nameless Exercises, not only in being able to speed up his cultivation with the help of the power of the sun, but also in the internal force he has cultivated, which is far beyond ordinary people in terms of quality and quantity, although his current cultivation is only five layers, but in terms of the strength and purity of the internal force, he is confident that he is no worse than the sixth-layer master.

When he was in the Young Wolf Village, he had repeatedly defeated his opponents by crossing the ranks, so now he dares to use this to heal the old man's wounds.

However, Zhao Ziming didn't take into account that the old man was old after all, his spirit was insufficient, and his internal strength was needed to heal his wounds, and he needed the injured to stay awake at all times and use his own internal force to cooperate.

At this moment, Zhao Ziming only felt that his luck was becoming more and more difficult, and the temperature of the other party's body was constantly dropping, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop it.

"I'll do it. A voice sounded softly in his ears, and then he was pushed aside by a gentle force.

Zhao Ziming adjusted his qi and closed his strength, opened his eyes, and saw that it was the medicine old monster who took his place, and he had some hope in his heart.

The medicine old monster used one hand to move, and the other hand was extremely fast on the top of the old man's head and several big points under his ribs, and then he snorted lightly and slapped the old man's heavenly spirit, "Wake up!"

The old man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed, his face was ruddy, and he seemed to have recovered from his injuries all at once. The black-faced man rushed over in ecstasy, "Master, are you all right?"

Zhao Ziming shook his head on the side, he could see that the old man was temporarily stimulated by the medicine old monster with a heavy technique, but he just returned to the light, and he couldn't last long.

The old man stood up and gave a salute to the medicine elder and Zhao Ziming, "Ding Buer has thanked Elder Yao and Deacon Qianming. The black-faced man hurriedly followed the master and saluted the two.

The medicine old monster sighed lightly, "Master Ding, Gao Lin Tangkou has always been dangerous, how could it suddenly be attacked by the platoon gang?"

Ding Buji said bitterly: "The Platoon Gang dispatched five elders at once, and it is really not something I can stop. ”

The medicine elder was shocked, "It's impossible, the elders of the platoon gang are divided into several episodes to prevent me from breaking each one, and there should be no time to clone it." ”

Ding Buer clenched his fists and said: "Ding Buer doesn't dare to say anything, my life is not long, and I still have some things to say to the apprentice, these brothers, I bothered Elder Yao and Deacon Qianming to save me." ”

He dragged the black-faced man out of the hall, and soon the black-faced man's cry came from outside the hall, which was very sad.