Ruan Yue had been watching from Yunzi with cold eyes, looking up to the sky and sighing, and staggering down the mountain with Sun Jingbo, before he suddenly exhaled softly, and his brows furrowed. Fengzi knew that it was the sword wound on her leg that hurt, and when she looked down, she saw that the scar was about two inches long, deep into the flesh muscles, and the bones were almost visible, and the blood was still bubbling from the bourg, so she hurriedly said: "Miss Ruan, you need to sew up the sword wound as soon as possible to stop the bleeding." Ruan Yueyun pointed like flying, sealing the acupoints around the sword wound, the blood paused, took a deep breath, and said angrily: "I didn't expect that guy from Kunlun to send out the sword to be so vicious and fierce, hmph, we should have taken the opportunity to kill him just now." "Go to the medicine box in the corner, take out some milky ointment, and gently apply it to the wound.

Feng Zi saw that the ointment was very effective, and as soon as he applied it, he immediately closed his mouth and thought, "Miss Ruan is used to using medicine to make poison, so she is also an expert in saving lives and helping the wounded. Said: "This Congyunzi is from the Kunlun faction, I once heard people say that the people in the Kunlun faction have always been extremely conceited, very protective of shortcomings, and the so-called resentment of the eyes will be rewarded." Miss Ruan offended him this time, and I am afraid that trouble in the future will be inevitable. ”

Ruan Yue muttered: "It turns out that the eldest brother knows a lot about the martial arts. He only snorted, and said: "How can I be afraid that he is just a Kunlun faction?" Since the head of the Kunlun faction was killed by Yin Zaiye in the Broken Cloud Peak in southern Anhui the year before last, there has been no one to rise, and the situation has deteriorated. What's more, now that the Kunlun Sect and the Burning Fire Sect originating from Persia in the Western Regions are quarreling fiercely, I heard that there is still a small battle a day, a big battle in three days, and it is too late for them to take care of themselves, where is the time to pay attention to my grievances?"

Feng Zidu suddenly heard the words "Yin Zaiye" from Ruan Yue's mouth, and his heart was suddenly shocked, but after many incidents, he was no longer shocked in the past, his face was silent, and he said: "It turns out that the head of the Kunlun faction has been beaten to death by that Yin Ye. Hmm, I don't know what kind of sect this Burning Flame Sect that Miss Ruan is talking about, and how did they come up with such a strange name for themselves?"

Ruan Yue looked up at Feng Zidu, and continued for a moment: "That Fire Burning Sect originated from Persia in the Western Regions and was introduced to Middle Earth at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. Outsiders see that they are actually obscure and mysterious, and they are not widely known, so they are secretly called the Fire Burning Cult. My master once said that these Flame Burning Sect members are not weak in martial arts, and they are good at poisoning, and the poison techniques are even more strange, often beyond imagination. Fengzi nodded and said, "I see." In fact, no matter how strong a person's martial arts are, for the elusive poison arts, it is always impossible to prevent it, and it is difficult to prevent it. ”

Ruan Yue suddenly sighed slightly, and said slowly: "Having said that, even if the poison technique is mysterious and unpredictable, no matter how cold it is, for you, big brother, it is useless in the end. I'm not afraid to tell my eldest brother that in fact, since you stepped into this bamboo house, I have secretly cast no less than twenty Gu spells on you. But until this moment, you are still natural, and nothing has happened, just like the body of King Kong that is invasive. ”

Feng Zi couldn't help but be frightened when he heard this, and opened his eyes to look at Ruan Yue fixedly, and his face changed in an instant. You must know that the rivers and lakes are sinister, and people's hearts are unpredictable, but they can't imagine that they almost have to be in the ghost gate even begging for a bowl of water to drink, and yin and yang are separated from each other. If it weren't for the fact that he had been sent by the ghost to practice the Divine Skill of Carrying the Phaseless, wouldn't he have been violently corpsed in the mountains and wilderness now?