A scorching true qi like a fire, with Feng Qingyun's palm pressed on his chest, fiercely rushed into the five internal organs of the stick envoy, and what was even more terrifying was that this internal strength was like a prairie fire, ignoring the blocking of the protective true qi in his body, and quickly spreading in his body to incinerate his protective true qi, destroying his meridians.

The stick made his mouth spit blood, and he was about to prepare to protect his body, and when he counterattacked Feng Qingyun, a soft sword rolled around his neck like a long whip, strangling his breath fiercely. Zhang Borui grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and with a force from behind, the soft sword became tighter and tighter, and in an instant it was about to break the neck of the sticker.

Between life and death, the stick envoy instinctively discarded the long stick in his hand, and tightly grasped the soft sword that wrapped around him with both hands, but the hands he grabbed were drenched in blood, and it was difficult to shake the slightest.

The power of the palm in his chest was like a raging fire, his neck was wrapped around the soft sword and he couldn't breathe smoothly, his eyes gradually blackened, the sharp pain and lack of oxygen blurred his consciousness, and a fear of death came over him.

Seeing that the good battle situation changed suddenly, there was a sharp sound of breaking the sky in his ears, and the warrior who was originally fighting fiercely with Wang Tieshan, seeing that his accomplices were in crisis, immediately abandoned Wang Tieshan, who was already a little unable to parry, and galloped over, his hands were like heavenly maidens scattering flowers, and several black hidden weapons rolled up a strong wind in the dark night, and attacked Ge Qingyi, Zhang Borui and Feng Qingyun at the same time.

Zhang Borui could only withdraw his soft sword to protect himself, and the long sword waved like a ribbon, drawing a circle-shaped cage-like wall of qi in front of him, and clanging to sweep down several hidden weapons. Ge Qingyi used his footwork to flash to the side, and also avoided the attack of the hidden weapon.

Feng Qingyun, who was inexperienced in dealing with the enemy, was much more embarrassed, so he could only withdraw his palm power in a hurry, turned around and waved his red sword to resist, although he protected the face door, he was still hit by a few hidden weapons on his body. The internal force contained in the hidden weapon made the hidden weapon as powerful as a bullet, and directly knocked Feng Qingyun backwards and rolled a few times.

The warrior who rushed to see the hidden weapon forced the three of them away, and quickly picked up the stick messenger who had passed out on the ground, and shouted at the other person:

"Sword envoy, these Taoist priests are powerful today, it's hard to start, withdraw first!"

The sword envoy and Ge Qingyi were already at a disadvantage in the struggle, and they didn't dare to fight when they heard the shouts of their companions, so the two of them turned around and threw themselves into the dense forest not far away with the faint stick, and fled in the night.

Zhang Borui saw Feng Qingyun, and he was beaten backwards by the hidden weapon, and he didn't care about chasing the opponent, so he hurriedly went over to check.

He picked up Feng Qingyun, took a closer look, and found that Feng Qingyun's robe, although there were a few holes the thickness of his thumb, but under the robe, there was a faint reveal of a golden silk material inner armor, obviously this amazing armor of defensive power blocked all the hidden weapons, so that Feng Qingyun was in danger.

At this time, Ge Qingyi also rushed over, and the repeated battles made her blood churn, and she asked in a hoarse voice: "Qingyun has been recruited?"

"Hmph... This stinky boy has a close-fitting armor bodyguard, and the hidden weapon didn't even break the skin when he entered it, and he just fainted. Senior sister, you can rest assured. ”

"Where did this kid get his treasure armor, did he get rich? Why didn't he know how to pay homage to his senior sister?"

Feng Qingyun is actually okay at all, he knows that he has drawn the magic skill today, and his mood is a little floating, the swordsmanship and martial arts show is flying, a dick silk martial artist who was almost killed not long ago, suddenly burst out with such gorgeous strength, it must have aroused the suspicion of the senior brother, and he didn't know how to get past it for a while, or close his eyes and pretend to be dead first.

Zhang Borui looked up at Ge Qingyi, found that her face was faintly black, and her expression was also a little uncomfortable, and asked with concern:

"Senior sister, are you poisoned?"

"The warrior who uses the knife is poisonous, and when I was facing the enemy, I accidentally took a few puffs, and I just breathed it for a while. It's a pity, he has been hit by my sword several times, at most fifty moves, and I will definitely be able to keep him. Ge Qingyi raised her head proudly and said nonchalantly.

"The poisonous merits of the Miao Jiang martial artists should not be underestimated, but hurry back and let the sixth junior brother help to take a look, so as to prevent future troubles. ”

While speaking, Wang Tiezhu also supported the injured Wang Tieshan, and walked over with difficulty, that Wang Tieshan was hit by several poisonous darts, the wound had already shed black blood, and the poison was deep, it was nothing more than relying on the internal strength of the Qi Refining Realm to support it, so he did not pass out.

"Senior sister, this place should not stay for a long time. Let's take the injured father and son back to the sect for treatment first, and it's not too late to mention other things later. ”

Zhang Borui put away the long sword in his hand and picked up Feng Qingyun, who was pretending to be dizzy.

"Wang Tieshan, today's matter, Miss Ben will believe you, let's go back to the Taoist Temple with me to heal first. ”

Ge Qingyi's mouth was unforgiving, but there was still a little concern in her eyes.

"Thank you, Miss... Ahem. ”

When the group of five returned to Qingyun Temple, it was already late at night. Ge Qingyi took Wang Tieshan and his son, and hurried to find the sixth junior brother who was an alchemist for detoxification treatment.

That Zhang Borui also sent Feng Qingyun back to his room, gently put him on the bed, pressed his wrist and gently probed the pulse, and immediately said angrily:

"Hmph... This vein is strong and powerful, and the inner breath is vast and long, which is like a faint man. Don't pretend to be a kid, you kid don't pretend, with a pure Taoist internal force, plus the Heavenly Silk Armor Protector, you are not injured at all. ”

"Senior brother, I didn't mean to hide it, I have a hard time, you listen to my explanation. Feng Qingyun also knew that he couldn't pretend to be able to do so, so he opened his eyes with a wry smile.

"Your senior sister has a strong temperament, and I don't worry about being poisoned, I'll go see her first. I'll ask you about it tomorrow. Zhang Borui said and waved his sleeves away expressionlessly, but Feng Qingyun saw his back shaking up and down slightly, why was he a little excited.

As soon as he left Feng Qingyun's room, the joy in Senior Brother Zhang's heart swelled up, and his heart was full of joy:

"The last time this kid was injured, I obviously probed his pulse, and his internal strength was mediocre. It's only been how long it has been, how can a normal person practice the pure internal strength of more than ten years of kung fu in a few days, and the invulnerability of the silk armor that day is even more a treasure.

It must be that this stinky boy has had an adventure, I see that his cultivation of internal force is full of righteousness, and the number of martial arts paths he makes is a mastery of Taoism, and he must be a master who has a relationship with my Daomen, giving this kid great benefits. This stinky boy is developed, looking at his distraction, it must be the master who made him unable to say his teacher's inheritance, it must be. ”

Who would have thought that Feng Qingyun was still tossing and turning in his bed, thinking hard about how to make up a gorgeous story and fool the matter of the skyrocketing martial arts, he couldn't expose such a ridiculous fact that he had a system, Zhang Borui had already made up a perfect answer in his own brain.

Feng Qingyun thought about everything that happened today, Senior Sister Ge's life experience as the world's No. 1 underworld lady, how could she marry such a poor Taoist priest as her senior brother?

The martial arts of the senior brothers and sisters are so sharp, and the inheritance of this sect is amazing, so why is his own sect so low-key in Lingnan?

Although the scene was chaotic at that time, it was obvious that those warriors in Miao Jiang were not trying to deal with the big brother of the underworld, Wang Tieshan, but they were ordered by the saint to arrest his son, who is this saint?

There were too many questions plaguing Feng Qingyun's mind, and after a whole day of storytelling and playing outside, a battle consumed his mind even more.

Thinking about it, Feng Qingyun fell asleep with a heavy tiredness.

This night, I slept directly to the three bars of the sun, and I was still in a daze, and I felt that I was woken up.

"Feng Qingyun, wake up quickly, there are more than a hundred and ten pilgrims in the Taoist temple, and the door is broken, what do you want to listen to you?"