As mentioned above, Zhou Budo was seriously injured in his body, and his internal strength could not be used, and he fought with the Demon Sect before, but now it is already the end of the strong crossbow, and his strength cannot penetrate Lu Min. If the enemy can't, he will outwit it, verbally flirt, and mess up Wen Tingqing, so that Zhou Budo can protect himself. Wen Ting's girlish temperament is the age of Huaichun, and a few words will fall into Zhou Budo's calculations.

In a panic, Wen Ting let Zhou Budo lean on her back, and Zhou Budo laughed again. Wen Ting hurriedly walked away, and when she looked back, she saw that although Zhou Bu was sick, the spring on her face was still undiminished, and she was still intoxicated, like a cloud falling with the rain, like enjoying the grass borrowing flowers to sleep, and the color was declining when she was injured. In a trance, it was like the drunken state of Ji Kang of the Three Kingdoms, and the beauty of the actions of the Tang Dynasty, it was really a silver mountain that would fall, and the jade tree was in front of the wind.

"How do you look at me for a long time? Don't you raise your sword to fight?" Zhou Budo continued to tease Wen Ting, looking at Wen Ting's handsome and beautiful peach cheeks, Zhou Budo didn't know how much he was really using it when he said this, and how much was really from the heart.

When Wen Ting heard this, she became more and more embarrassed, and scolded again and again: "You are shameless." After saying these four words, I couldn't spit out anything else. Wen Ting hated her shamelessness, and her jade feet stomped lightly on the ground, and she was cute. It's really a jade with a strong nose and a moonlight, and the peach cheeks and snow reflect the sunset. Hearing Zhou Budo's strange smile, Wen Ting seemed to feel that the subordinates behind her were looking at her with strange eyes. With a sword in his hand, his hands and feet were already flustered, and he casually used a battle of silkworm thorns. This move was originally a stabbing dantian, but Wen Ting's heart was ape, and he could still stab accurately, and the sword head was unconsciously lowered by three inches. Three inches down the dantian, that's it...

Zhou Budo was in a hurry, and he couldn't dodge a move, and the thigh artery was almost cut off. Without doubt, he endured the pain, and the trapped beast fought with one move, beating that Wen Ting out a thousand feet away, and now he can't use his internal strength, and he shouldn't have this power when he fights. But he has practiced boxing since he was a child, and the steel body that he has practiced by boiling his body, forcibly urging it with the power of his body, although he is not allowed to enter everyone's eyes, it is enough to deal with Wen Ting.

Huashan sent a few more skilled disciples to put the opponent in a few times, and looked at the senior brother standing a little unasked, all of them were filled with Zhou Budo, seeing this, this is going up to capture Wen Ting. But they were fast, the Demon Sect members were even faster, and they saved Wen Ting alive. Zhou Budo immediately used the remaining internal force to stop the bleeding, and his face was already as pale as paper, without any blood.

"Sister Wen Ting, this trick of silkworm thorns really almost made me enter the silkworm room, how about my trick Haoran all day?" The Japanese word was particularly harsh, and Wen Ting was already so ashamed that the pear blossoms brought rain, and she was crying and rippling. Seeing Zhou Budo put his hand to his nose and sniffed: "It's so fragrant." Seeing Zhou Budo's behavior, the Demon Sect members thought of something they shouldn't have thought of, and their eyes also looked at some places that they shouldn't have seen.

Wen Ting was ashamed and angry, and only then did Zhou Budo not reach his own ... That place, so it was mysterious, but it made a fool of himself in front of his subordinates. took a sip and scolded: "Shameless." After saying that, he didn't care about his injury, and stood up with a strong spirit. The delicate and beautiful peach cheeks were as red as fire, shook off the help of his subordinates, and rushed to the other side, killing people to vent their anger

Several Demon Sect members wanted to pat the horse's ass, but they slapped the horse's hooves. I was bored, I wanted to take Zhou Budo out my anger, I didn't have that ability, and when I saw a few young masters in the righteous path, I was scared, so I dispersed.

"Big brother. Seeing that the situation was not good, Yue Buqun hurriedly crossed the barrier of the crowd and helped Zhou Budo at once. Zhou Budo saw that his junior brother was coming, his mind was relaxed, and the strength to support his body was suddenly drained and he fainted.

At this moment, several disciples of the two sects of sword qi gathered together. Seeing that Zhou Budo was unconscious, his heart was terrified. I have never seen the senior brother suffer such a serious injury, among the disciples of the Huashan Sect, except for one Hu Bubei who is seven dissatisfied with eight who are not angry, whether it is the Sword Sect or the Qi Sect, which one is not so respectful to Zhou Budo, in their memories in the past, the senior brother has never been so tired, what is the matter today? Who did you meet? What the hell is going on?

"Senior Brother Yue, Senior Brother is this?" Yang Buqi came over and wanted to hold Zhou Budo, but how did he know that he was suddenly empty, it turned out that Yue Buqun suddenly carried Zhou Budo on his back.

"Senior Brother Yang, don't talk about this. The senior brother first sent the senior brother to a safe place, this is not the place to talk. Senior Brother Yang can kill a few more Demon Sect thieves, which can be regarded as revenge for Senior Brother. Yue Buqun dropped a word, and left with several senior brothers of the Qi Sect to protect Zhou Budo.

Yang Buqi shook his head, and at this time, another figure from the Demon Sect came, and Yang Buqi cheered up and fought with it.

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"Biyun Zhenren, how is the injury of no doubt?" Sun Biyun put down Zhou Budo's hand, and Zhou Qingxuan hurriedly stepped forward and asked. Lingxiao was embarrassed to speak, and when he saw Zhou Qingxuan asking, he looked at his grandfather with a pair of wonderful eyes, for fear of telling bad news from Sun Biyun's mouth.

Sun Biyun stood up from the side of the bed and shook his head: "Judging from the pulse, there is no big problem. But... Blame, blame, blame!"

"What's the strange method?" Zhou Qingxuan said hurriedly. Lingxiao breathed a sigh of relief, when Sun Biyun shook her head just now, she almost didn't faint. However, listening to Sun Biyun's repeated strange words, Lingxiao's heart that had just been put down was raised again, she knew her grandfather's ability. The martial arts competition may be one or two points worse, but when it comes to alchemy, boiling medicine, and conditioning the body, even the imperial doctor in the palace can't compare. Even he shouted again and again, I really don't know what happened to Zhou Budo.

"I'm in a hurry to make a prescription for no doubt. Sun Biyun walked to the middle of the room, wrote a few words on the note, picked up the pen again, thought about it, and changed the dosage. Dry the letterhead and hand it to Zhou Qingxuan: "In the next few days, I will use this recipe to nourish the injuries of the meridians, if it doesn't get better after eating, then..." Sun Biyun wanted to say that he would arrange the future, but when he saw Lingxiao's eyes red, he changed his words and said: "Old Dao, then find a few junior disciples to take a look." ”

"Then thank you for the real person. Zhou Qingxuan wrapped his left hand around his right hand and shook it three times on his chest to show his gratitude.

"No thanks, no thanks, Lao Dao should thank Master Zhou. Thousands of miles to help Wudang, this kind of friendship, the old way is unforgettable. Sun Biyun waved his hand, with his status and status, he just didn't return the courtesy, and others couldn't say anything.

Zhou Qingxuan knew that he was at a loss, and Sun Biyun's identity and status were there, so he didn't dare to find fault with these etiquette details. I had to smile bitterly on the side.

In the last step, he encircled the Demon Sect, Wudang Mountain, and even the entire Southern Martial Arts. In this battle, Wudang suffered heavy casualties, and finally counted, more than 30 Taoist friends who helped died, more than 10 deaths, more than 20 disciples of Wudang Mountain Chongzi were killed and wounded, nearly 100 casualties of the Lingzi generation, and countless people died below.

Wudang's strength in the past, which was proud of the rivers and lakes and overpowered Shaolin, was exhausted in this battle. Although it can be slowly restored by relying on the imperial power, who knows that it will have to wait until that year and that month? The rapid expansion of Wudang back then was because of the immortal Zhang Sanfeng, and even Hongwu and Yongle did not dare to act rashly against Wudang. Now that the ancestor has traveled all over the world, his life and death are unknown, and the imperial court can still let Wudang recover his vitality? Even if he can, I am afraid that there will be no more suppression of Shaolin and the world in a few decades.

"Hmm... Hum. Lingxiao didn't bother to ask about the bullshit between the sects, and stared at Zhou Budo intently, when suddenly she seemed to feel a faint voice coming from the bed. Hurriedly ran over and asked softly, "Don't doubt my brother, are you awake?"

Zhou Budo opened his eyelids with a strong spirit: "The Demon Sect has retreated?"

"Retreated. Duanmu Old Demon was left with an arm by Master Zhou, and fled back to Heimu Cliff with the remnants of the Demon Sect. Lingxiao said softly, for fear that his voice would hurt Zhou Budo if his voice was a little heavier.

Zhou Budo wanted to sit up strongly, but he only felt that the true qi in the middle of the chest was colliding, as if it was about to burst. Zhou Budo wanted to scream, but he didn't want to show his cowardice and embarrassment in front of his lover, master, and future father-in-law's father, so he took a breath of cool air and forcibly endured it.

looked at Zhou Budo sweating profusely, and his face was pale. Lingxiao felt distressed, thinking that it would be good if it was himself who suffered. took out the silk silk and gently wiped it on Zhou Budo's head, and while wiping it, he said, "Don't doubt my brother, don't worry, say something slowly." ”

Seeing Zhou Budo's weak appearance, Zhou Qingxuan felt uncomfortable for a while, and after confessing to Sun Biyun, he walked straight out. With a firm and calm face, it seems that he is still the mighty Mr. Huashan Zhouda. But Biyun Zhenren inadvertently saw a crystal clear drop of water falling from Zhou Qingxuan's cheeks, "Hey... What a sin!"

Thinking of this, Biyun Zhenren couldn't bear to stay in the house anymore, so he stood up gently and walked out of the door. As far as the current physical condition of the next week is concerned, I am afraid that even if Lingxiao is willing, nothing will go wrong, and he doesn't need to watch here.

"Don't worry, grandpa said, your injury is fine, just rest and recuperate. Lingxiao was afraid that Zhou Budo couldn't think about it, and didn't tell Zhou Budo about his injury, even his grandfather, Biyun Zhenren, who was a skilled doctor, felt tricky.

How do you know that Zhou Budo didn't think about his injuries at all, and asked about the Demon Sect again: "How many demon cubs are left?

Lingxiao didn't want to tell Zhou Budo the truth, lest Zhou Budo be anxious and hurt himself, but he just tried to persuade him to rest in peace, but Zhou Budo insisted on asking. couldn't help it, Lingxiao could only say it 1510: "Count it afterwards, the Sun and Moon Sect..." )