Wang Lie unceremoniously instructed the master of Haikong to prepare medicinal materials to restore vitality, and went to the spiritual gate to find a wooden barrel filled with water, as soon as he heard that Wang Lie was going to heal the abbot, the Shaolin monks who were originally guarding the surroundings all gathered in this Haitong room, Haiyan, Hai Neng and many monks whose names Wang Lie could not name, all bowed to Wang Lie.

"Lord Wang, if you can save the abbot, the whole temple is grateful. Master Haineng said politely.

"Master Haineng is polite, Master Abbot is also someone I admire, I will definitely do my best. Wang Lie said, as he spoke, Master Haikong had returned, holding a few packets of medicinal herbs in his hand, followed by two monks, one monk holding a stove in his hand and the other monk holding a medicine pot.

"Okay, Master Haikong, I'm bothering you to decoct the medicine, masters, you can avoid it, I'm going to exorcise the poison for the abbot master. Wang Lie arched his hand and said.

"There is a benefactor in the affairs of the king. Haikong bowed slightly and said, letting all the senior brothers wait outside the door, he knew that the exercise of power and detoxification required an extremely quiet occasion, and the slightest mistake was in danger for both of them.

"Guo Daxia, if I can't catch it later, I will ask you to take action not to let the toxin spread. Wang Lie said to Guo Yan.

"Don't worry, you can do it, I will do the rest. Guo Yan said proudly.

Wang Lie nodded, helped the abbot of Haitong up, and let him sit cross-legged, but he was already too weak to support the sitting posture, only by letting the Lingmen support him on the side did not fall, and took off the abbot's shirt of Haitong, Wang Lie saw that his entire back was blue and black, and the toxicity was so violent, and it was the first time he saw "Huagong**", and he really didn't expect it to be so violent before.

Wang Lie sat cross-legged behind Haitong, meditated for a moment of pranayama, stretched out his right palm, and the palm of the Lao Gong acupoint was facing the big vertebral acupoint of the abbot of Haitong, with a distance of half a foot in the middle. Otherwise, he didn't suck the toxin into his body, Wang Lie felt that the toxin could even be eliminated by the true qi of the Northern Darkness, he didn't want to take the risk, fortunately, his "Northern Spiritual Skill" could already absorb the power in the air.

Wang Lie carried the "Northern Shengong". I saw that the Lao Gong acupoint in his palm was suddenly concave, and at the same time, the piece of skin and flesh on the Haitong Abbot's big vertebral acupoint had protruded, and the color gradually darkened, and it didn't take long to get older. It had turned purple and black, as if it had just been soaked in ink.

The body of the abbot of Haitong was already quite weak, for so many days, the toxin had eroded his meridians quite fragile, Wang Lie did not dare to use too much force, and tried to move as slowly as possible, after a full meal, a large black bag the size of an egg bulged behind the abbot of Haitong.

Guo Yan frowned when he saw it, and sighed secretly in his heart, Wang Lie could really suck the toxins out. Xiaoyaozi is really extraordinary, and he has trained Wang Lie to be like this in just a few years.

The abbot of Haitong is worthy of being a monk, so painful just frowned slightly, there was no pit, closed his eyes and silently recited the Buddhist scriptures, Wang Lie is very clear that this toxin has been somewhat fused with his meridians, and if you want to completely absorb it, it is tantamount to scraping the meridians with a knife, and the pain is not something ordinary people can bear.

Toxins are different from true qi, which is tangible and non-qualitative. The "Northern Spiritual Skill" can be absorbed directly, but the toxin is an entity, and it will take me to come out by infiltration alone, and Wang Lie's right hand will not move. With a swipe of his left hand, an invisible energy swept across the back of the abbot of Haitong, and the egg-sized bag was punctured, and black blood spurted out, rushing towards Wang Lie's palm, and a fishy smell came to his nose.

Wang Lie didn't dare to let this highly poisonous blood water touch his skin. With a circle of his left palm, he swayed the blood water package outward, Guo Yan, who had already been prepared, had already made a move, and with a wave of his palm, the true qi wrapped the blood and water, and directly entered the wooden barrel prepared in advance, the blood water melted into the water, and the fishy smell decreased slightly, but Wang Lie and Guo Yan still held their breath, and the internal strength of the spiritual gate was slightly inferior, but they also slowed down the breathing rate.

Wang Lie carried the "Northern Spiritual Skill" in his right hand, constantly absorbing the toxins in the body of the abbot of Haitong, and at the same time, his left hand spilled out the blood containing the toxins at any time, and constantly consuming the true qi was also a big burden for him, and it didn't take long for beads of sweat to appear on his forehead.

With Wang Lie's movements, the color of Haitong's abbot's skin gradually changed from black and cyan to lighten, and the whole process lasted for more than an hour, and Haitong's abbot's face became quite pale, revealing tiredness in his expression.

"Okay!" Wang Lie said, with a wave of his left hand, he threw out the last stream of blood, and his right hand was empty for a while, sealing a few acupuncture points behind the abbot of Haitong to stop the bleeding for him.

"Lingmen, help your master bandage his wounds. Wang Lie got out of bed and stood still, threw a bottle of gold sore medicine to Lingmen, and said, "Master Haikong, you can come in." ”

As soon as he spoke, the door opened, and the Master of the Sea and Sky walked in with a bowl first, followed by several masters.

"How's it going?" asked the Sea and Sky Master as soon as he entered the door.

"Fortunately, I was not dishonored. Wang Lie said: "The master's poison is no big deal, you can recover after a period of cultivation, but the master's martial arts are ......" Wang Lie shook his head, no matter how great his ability is, he can't help him recover the internal force that has been dissolved, unless he is unlucky "Northern Shengong" to give him his internal strength, not to mention that the true qi of the Northern Darkness is closely related to the body, and scattering the power is equal to death, even if it is okay, Wang Lie will not go crazy and pass on the power to Haitong.

"It's gone, it's gone. Just after drinking the ginseng soup served by the Lingmen, the abbot of Haitong recovered a little strength and spoke, although his voice was still weak, but he could hear it much better than before, "The four major monks are empty, and the practice of martial arts is originally to strengthen the body, but instead it is used to fight bravely and ruthlessly, without martial arts, it is just right, and the old man can concentrate more on Buddhism." "He can see it.

"Amitabha!" the monks shouted in unison.

Guo Yan sighed and walked out of the door with his hands behind his back. Wang Lie also left the room to them, and these Shaolin monks spoke, and followed Guo Yan out of the door.

"Haitong's martial arts have disappeared like this, although he has saved his life for the time being, but I'm afraid he won't live for ten years. Guo Yan said with his hands behind his back.

"Guo Daxia saw it very accurately, although I helped the abbot master expel the toxin, but his meridians were damaged, and it was the limit that he could live for another ten years. Wang Lie also sighed and said, this matter is not human, and he has no choice.

"Huagong**, do you know the origin?" Guo Yan said, his eyes flashing.

"I don't know. Wang Lie shook his head and said, he can't say that "Huagong**" is an imitation of the "Northern Shengong".

"I, Guo Yan, have experienced hundreds of battles in my life, many times they are life and death battles, but I have never been so aggrieved that I saw this companion being seriously injured and waiting to die. Guo Yan said: "No matter who this person is, I must find him out and break him into pieces!"

"Guo Daxia, do you have a way to restrain the transformation of the **?" Wang Lie asked.

"I have fought with him, although that person's martial arts are weird, but how strong it is, it may not be! If you want to turn my martial arts, you have to have his internal strength to enter my body, the old man's eighteen palms of dragon descent are not vegetarian!" Guo Yan said proudly, his vision is very accurate, and the magic ** is not omnipotent, if you want to dissolve the opponent's internal force, you must have your own internal force stronger than the other party in order to force the internal force into the opponent's body, but Guo Yan's palm is the first in the world, and no one who works with him will have a chance to suppress him.

"Guo Daxia, having said that, since that person can use poisonous palms, I'm afraid he is a person who is good at using poison, so you still have to be more careful. Wang Lie said.

"I won't take it lightly. Guo Yan said, "The loss of your skill is not light, find a room to rest, there will be nothing here for the time being." ”

"I have to go down the mountain, my sister and friends are still waiting for me at the bottom of the mountain, and I don't worry about them. Wang Lie said, "You are Guo Daxia here, and I am not afraid that person will come again." ”

"I've been looking forward to his coming back for so many days," Guo Yan snorted coldly and said, "But it seems that he has already escaped, so you don't have to worry, I have asked the beggar to help the disciples find out his whereabouts, and this revenge will be avenged!" )