Looking at the whistling palm print, Yang Ming's breath suddenly held his breath, and then he gritted his teeth viciously, and decided to bet on this, because he knew very well in his heart that only by daring to gamble could he have a glimmer of hope for survival, otherwise, he would definitely die this time.

In this situation of huge disparity in strength, Yang Ming actually came up with this kind of thought, I have to say that he is really bold, if his estimation is wrong, I am afraid that he will die in the hands of the black shadow as soon as possible.

Taking a deep breath, calming the tension in his heart, calmly looking at the palm prints that were getting closer and closer, when the black shadow was a few meters closer to him, Yang Ming hurriedly raised the black iron heavy sword, used it as a shield, and greeted it.

Seeing this scene, the corners of the black shadow's mouth couldn't help but appear a cold arc, and he smiled gloomily: "Little bastard, die!"

When the words fell, Long Yin's palm print slapped fiercely on the sword body of the black iron heavy sword, and an incomparably terrifying huge force came to the sword, feeling this terrible power, Yang Ming was not surprised, he originally wanted to use the impact of this palm, and then escape from here smoothly.

However, the dream is plump, but the reality is skinny, Yang Ming's original plan was to take this palm hard, and then leave this damn place under the impact here, but unfortunately, at the same time as the black shadow's palm print slapped on the black iron sword, the left palm suddenly appeared under Yang Ming's abdomen at some point.

Seeing this, Yang Ming's face showed a look of horror, if he received this palm firmly, even if he would not take Yang Ming's life, I am afraid that he would be seriously injured.

"Damn it!"

Yang Ming scolded angrily, because the black shadow shot so fast that even he couldn't react, and there was a suffocating pain in his abdomen.

At the same time as receiving this palm in the abdomen, Yang Ming chose to retreat without hesitation, and with the help of the impact of the poisonous dragon palm, his feet stomped on the ground fiercely, jumped out of the courtyard, and disappeared into the vast night.

The black shadow jumped onto the wall, looking at the back of the fleeing quickly, he couldn't help but feel a little entangled in his heart, with his strength, it was too simple to catch up with Yang Ming.

However, if he catches up so rashly, it will definitely attract the attention of some people, and when the time comes, as long as the latter shouts on the street, it is the remnants of the Poison Dragon Sect who are chasing and killing me behind, and it is estimated that before people can catch up, he will be torn to pieces by those sects in Fengcheng.

"Hmph, if you are hit by the poisonous dragon palm of this seat, it is expected that you will not survive tomorrow!"

The black shadow quietly looked at Yang Ming who disappeared into the night, and snorted coldly in his heart, although he was unwilling, but for his own safety, he had to give up this so-called pursuit.

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After running all the way, after making a few rounds, he finally returned to the inn, Yang Ming's pale face suddenly became flushed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Feeling the numbness and pain in his abdomen made Yang Ming's brows furrow slightly, this feeling was not unfamiliar, he seemed to be poisoned.

"Damn, one day, Lao Tzu will have to destroy your Poison Dragon Sect. Picking up his clothes and seeing a pitch-black palm print appear on his abdomen, Yang Ming couldn't help but gasp, and immediately scolded viciously in his heart.

This poisonous dragon palm is the martial arts of the Poison Dragon Sect, the power is very terrifying, and the toxicity is also extremely strong, if it is not stopped in time, it is estimated that after a few hours, Yang Ming will slowly lose consciousness, and when the poison erupts and spreads throughout the body, it is Yang Ming's death.

"The toxin of the poisonous dragon palm must be removed from the body as soon as possible, otherwise it will be really troublesome!" Yang Ming gritted his teeth and said secretly in his heart.

It wasn't until this moment that Yang Ming understood Lin Tianchong's hard work, he really admired his master's foresight, if he hadn't let himself learn medical skills with his life, he might be in big trouble now.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming no longer hesitated, and took out a cloth bag from the package, which was full of golden needles and some weird knives, these are all necessary tools for practicing medicine, these tools were purchased by Yang Ming from the Fengcheng Chamber of Commerce, and the price was extremely expensive.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Ming used the golden needle to seal the spread of abdominal toxicity, and according to the method in the medical book, he operated the internal force to stabilize the churning qi and blood in his body.

At the same time, the internal force in Yang Ming's veins was like an army, besieging these poisons, and then forcing them to the square of the navel and blockading them.

After doing all this, Yang Ming took out a strange blade from the cloth bag, put it on the flame to disinfect it, then gritted his teeth, and gently cut a hole in the position of the square toxin blocking the navel, and the next moment, a stream of pitch-black blood flowed out.

Enduring the pain coming from his abdomen, Yang Ming used his internal force to slowly force the toxins in his body out of his body, and it was not until the wound flowed out of scarlet blood that the internal force in his body gradually calmed down.

After seeing that the toxin was forced out of the body, Yang Ming took out a red bottle from the package, sprinkled the healing medicine on the wound, and then wrapped the wound with clean gauze.

After doing all this, Yang Ming couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, an unprecedented exhaustion welled up in his heart, and then his body went soft, fell on the bed of the inn, and fell asleep groggily.

This sleep was two days, perhaps because of the loss of too much blood in his body, Yang Ming felt a strong sense of exhaustion both physically and mentally.

When he woke up, he felt a feeling of weakness coming from his body, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, and immediately, he hurriedly used his internal force to regulate the qi and blood in his body, and strive to return to his peak state as soon as possible.

Yang Ming knew very well in his heart that after the battle that night, he was afraid that he had been targeted by the Poison Dragon Sect, if he couldn't maintain his peak state, once he encountered the black shadow of that night again, he probably wouldn't even have a chance to escape, so in the past few days, Yang Ming had been hiding in the inn, living in a simple house, and recuperating his body.

Although this injury made Yang Ming very passive, it was also because of this injury that Yang Ming touched the barrier of the seventh vein, which is the so-called blessing and misfortune!

Now, as long as Yang Ming's injury recovers, he can rush the pulse, you know, the seventh vein is a bottleneck, a watershed, once Yang Ming breaks through this vein, he will be a real late stage of the vein realm.

Although the late and middle stages of the Tongmai Realm belong to a big realm, the strength of the two is very different, if Yang Ming can get through the seventh vein, then, his strength is definitely not as simple as one plus one equals two, I am afraid it will increase exponentially, if this vein is opened, even if Yang Ming encounters the black shadow that night, even if he is defeated, he will not be so embarrassed.