Chapter 4 is such a powerful Uncle Bai

Bai Xiaofei and Zhiming, Zhiyun had not yet arrived at the Taoist temple, and they vaguely heard a noisy noise in the Taoist temple. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhiming and Zhiyun secretly knew in their hearts that something was wrong, and invisibly, they accelerated their pace.

Bai Xiaofei followed them closely, and the closer he got inside, the higher the voice of the Taoist temple.

"Stinky boy, do you want us to enter the Taoist temple?"

I saw that outside the Taoist temple, there were two groups of people standing, and the person who spoke just now had a treacherous face and said to the Taoist priest on the other side.

"Hmph, Liu Hong, if you want to enter our Taoist temple today, unless you step on my body, you dodge. Estimating the seventeen or eighteen-year-old little Taoist, he first said to Liu Hong, who had just shouted. Then he blocked in front of a group of little Taoist priests behind him.

"Big brother.... Big brother.... No, you can't". Many little Taoist priests behind him shouted in unison.

This little Taoist priest standing in front of him is the eldest disciple of Qingyunguan Chen Lin, named Zhihong.

"Noise, give me a step back. Zhihong reprimanded coldly.

In Qingyunguan, the closest to these little Taoist priests is not Chen Lin, but this senior brother Zhihong. Chen Lin is rarely in the Taoist temple, and usually, the affairs in the Taoist temple are handled by the eighteen-year-old Zhihong.

Although it looks small, it already has a style, even if there is no achievement in cultivating immortals in the future, it has a great future in the secular world.

After being reprimanded by Zhihong, several little Taoist priests took half a step back, and they themselves knew that the entire Taoist temple except for Master Chen Lin, the senior brother Zhihong had already crossed that hurdle, and not long ago he had reached the first layer of condensation.

"Hmph, Zhihong, you are toasting and not eating and drinking, my master has already said, with your talent, come to our Baiyun Temple, at least you can enter the sect, and get the identity of an outer disciple, now you stay in this Qingyun Temple where birds don't and no one cares, what can you do?" Liu Hong said with a "bitter mouth" persuasion.

Liu Hong, a disciple of the nearby Baiyun Temple, has good qualifications, because Chen Lin did not recruit him as a disciple, he entered the Baiyun Temple, and has been targeting Qingyun Temple everywhere.

"Hmph, Liu Hong, the master knew that you were not right-minded, so he didn't accept you as a disciple, and now you really show your true nature, if anyone believes your words, it is really brainless. Zhihong sarcastically said disdainfully.

"Hmph, stubborn, I'll teach you a good lesson today. Liu Hong said angrily to Zhihong.

Zhihong has no fear and great confidence.

The corners of Liu Hong's mouth raised slightly, looking very cunning.

Look at the sword! Zhihong took off the scabbard, and the long sword in his hand went straight to Liu Hong, for fear that Liu Hong would not be able to catch his sword, so he deliberately snorted coldly, which could be regarded as a reminder to him.

Although Liu Hong said that he was also confident, he did not have a long period of advanced condensation after all, so everything had to be careful.

Seeing Zhihong's sword stabbing coming, Liu Hong didn't know what trick he had made, and a sharp sword appeared out of thin air, intersecting with Zhihong's sword, making a crisp collision sound.

Zhihong learned the most basic swordsmanship, but Liu Hong played a set of low-level swordsmanship, which obviously overwhelmed Zhihong.

Liu Hong smiled coldly, the swordsmanship was flying, and the dense air that was gathered had a faint blasting sound, this was the basic sword technique "Soul Chasing Death Sword" that the White Cloud Sect would never pass on.

The two swords intersected again, Zhihong was already unstable, and he was oppressed by Liu Hong's life-killing sword just now, at this moment his heart beat faster, and the anger in his heart deepened more and more.

When he was heartbroken, Zhihong mustered up the strength of his life, stabbed with a long sword, and when the sword reached the middle of the sword, he suddenly swirled the sword qi.

I saw Liu Hong make the sword break through the air, and had to let Zhihong go back to defense.

It was this turn that made Zhihong's long sword unable to move, and he saw Liu Hong stabbing Zhihong in the chest with a sword.

"Bang ....." The sound of the air bursting resounded in everyone's ears, and the sharp sword that pierced Zhihong flew into the wall of the Taoist temple. Liu Hong was shocked and retreated dozens of steps, and in the support of everyone, he stabilized his body, and a mouthful of blood gushed out. Bai Xiaofei's palm caused Liu Hong to faint directly.

Bai Xiaofei quickly galloped to Zhihong's side, supported Zhihong, and took a slight look, the little Taoist priest had been hurt by his heart, if it wasn't for Bai Xiaofei's decisive move just now, I'm afraid Zhihong would have died in Huangquan.

"Big brother.... Big brother.... How are you?"

The little Taoist priest behind him rushed up, directly ignoring Bai Xiaofei, and surrounded Zhihong, and even Bai Xiaofei was squeezed out at the end.

Zhiming and Zhiyun, who had just run over, were panting, obviously not knowing that their senior brother's life was in danger at the moment.

"Uncle Shi, why are you running so fast? Zhiming said dissatisfiedly.

Seeing that his senior brothers were gathered together, two people inserted them, only to see that their senior brother had already fainted.

"Senior brother, senior brother, senior uncle, come and save senior brother. Zhiyun shouted crisply.

When the little Taoist priests saw Zhiyun calling Bai Xiaofei his uncle, they all glanced at it. They had seen Bai Xiaofei's move just now, if it hadn't been for Bai Xiaofei's move just now, their senior brother would have died a long time ago.

The angry Zhiming walked out of the crowd and yelled at the people in Baiyunguan: "Liu Hong, I killed you today. ”

At this moment, the people of Baiyunguan were also panicked, their senior brother was beaten and fainted, and there was no backbone, but someone responded: "Hmph, Qingyunguan, you beat my senior brother to serious injury, next time we will come to destroy your Qingyunguan." ”

After speaking, the little Taoist priest hurriedly led someone to carry Liu Hong and slipped away. Zhiming wanted to chase down, but Ben Bai Xiaofei grabbed him.

"Even if you chase after you now, what can you do? Can you save your senior brother?"

Bai Xiaofei's words were like a basin of cold water, splashing Zhiming up.

"Uncle Shi, save Senior Brother. ”

Just when I saw Bai Xiaofei from a distance, I knew that my uncle was probably healed from his injuries, otherwise it would not be possible that he was still weak and wanted to die when he saw him last time, and this time he would be alive and well.

Bai Xiaofei has been tortured by the Xuan Ming Palm for many years, and he has painstakingly studied many medicinal recipes, but the prescriptions are not good, but he can be regarded as knowing some methods of practicing medicine.

It's not that everyone in the immortal cultivation world is injured, and one and a half pills can solve it, so where do so many pills come from?

Everyone carried Zhihong to the room, Bai Xiaofei carefully examined it, and found that the little Taoist had an unstable foundation, and he had just been injured by the sword qi, and he might fall and condense the qi, and his cultivation would be lost.

Bai Xiaofei was stumped, he didn't have any old grandfather, what kind of awesome inheritance to tell him how to save people. The only two essences he got were still unknown. It was sad for him.

Bai Xiaofei thought for a moment, he didn't have any way to save him, so he had to use his spiritual power to hang his life and see if there was any way to wait for Chen Lin to come back.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he injected the spiritual power into Zhihong's body, the lightning in his dantian rushed into Zhihong's body like a snake, absorbing the sword qi that had just injured Zhihong, Bai Xiaofei was stunned, no matter how stupid he was, he also knew that there was something wrong with his spiritual power, and he could absorb the spiritual power of others.

Quickly stopped, and found that Zhihong, who had fainted, looked much better. Hurriedly took out a bottle of Gu Yuan Dan from the box that Zhiming had brought back.

Gu Yuan Dan, as the name suggests, is an elixir that cultivates spiritual power and nourishes the Yuan Shen. With the entrance of the pill, Zhihong's face became even better.

In fact, after so many years, the reason why Zhihong's foundation is still unstable is because he has never used Gu Yuan Dan, because all Gu Yuan Dan has been sent to Bai Xiaofei.

Don't look at Bai Xiaofei has a box of Gu Yuan Dan, but unfortunately there is only one bottle per bottle, to put it in detail, there have not been a hundred in the past five years, look at the bottles, there are only thirty or forty bottles, and there are only thirty or forty bottles.

The little Taoist priests next to them had already seen it surprisingly, for so many years, they had never seen their own master Chen Lin make a move, except for watching their senior brother make a move. Seeing Bai Xiaofei's methods like this, I couldn't help but admire.

Under the narration of Zhiming and Zhiyun, they already knew that this was their own uncle, and when Bai Xiaofei's treatment was completed, all the little Taoist priests respectfully saluted: "Meet my uncle."

made Bai Xiaofei seem to feel how much he had accomplished.

Even Zhihong, who had just woken up, said weakly: "Thank you Uncle for saving your life." ”

"Hey, the family doesn't talk to the two families, get up, and you can take care of your injuries. Bai Xiaofei said with a smile a little uncomfortable.

Zhiming and Zhiyun led Bai Xiaofei to the room where he lived five years ago, obviously he didn't see Chen Lin in the Taoist temple, so he knew that Chen Lin went out to run for himself again.

A group of little Taoist priests kept discussing in Zhihong's room, all saying that they had a powerful uncle, and when the master was away in the future, they would not have to be afraid of the people of Baiyunguan.