Volume 36 Incident] Ninety-Seventy-Seventy-Two, the old man—

Nine seventy two, old man

Han Yiming turned his head to look at He Sansi. He Sansi's face was as white as paper, gritted his teeth, and then said, "Junior brother, his magic is indeed toxic. I am not an opponent. Today, it's really a pity that your master m-n magic weapon is with this Kui Zun. Otherwise, we will all be dead here." Han Yiming wanted to say: "Yes." But he tried his best to say it, but he couldn't say it. This time he relaxed, and the scorching pain of the vest spread out, and the pain in front of his eyes turned black, and his heart was churning like a tumbling river.

Yaguan, he endured the pain, and gradually saw it in front of him, and then he could say a word: "I." He said it, and he couldn't say it below. He Sansi struggled to look at him and said, "Junior brother, have you been hit by Pingbo? Pingbo has a poisonous move, roughly equal to Baishu. I heard from the master, it is his most vicious spell. You are not the one stabbed by his Baishuhu's heart." Han Yiming endured it for a while before he spoke: "I don't know what kind of spell it is, I was indeed hit by him."

He Sansi said, "I see you have a person with the same m-n, where is he?" Han Yiming knew that he was talking about Xu Ziwei. Xu Ziwei had disappeared and Pingbo hit him. If Han Yiming had never wanted to mention Xu Ziwei before, it had nothing to do with anything else, so he would not want to mention it. At this time, the person had both spirit and body destroyed, and he sacrificed his life to save himself. Besides, he was not a senior brother of Lingshan, and he couldn't get over it, and he couldn't say it. He said, "He was beaten by Pingbo, and his spirit and body destroyed." He Sansi sighed: "Master Pingbo did things and really left no room for us to do something today, and we were really lucky and did not die at this moment."

Both were seriously injured by Pingbo. The pain in Han Yiming's vest was a little bit worse. He could not see the vest, but when he saw He Sansi's face, he knew that Pingbo was extremely cruel. He looked at the place where Pingbo escaped and disappeared, and exclaimed: "He will not come back?" He Sansi said: "It's hard to say that Pingbo has always been cunning. I'll see that he will come back soon." Han Yiming didn't say anything. At this time, the pain on his back had already reached his mind, and his eyes were so black that it was as if he was tightly wrapped around him. His whole body was as if he was tightly wrapped, and he could sense his bloodlines beating.

Suddenly, he heard He Sansi say, "Junior brother, you are indeed hit by him in the back. You have his magic spell on your back." Han Yiming endured the pain, and He Sansi said, "Junior brother, bear it, hold it, hold it down." Han Yiming couldn't move, and suddenly felt that he was falling down. After a moment, he fell heavily to the ground. The wound on his back was extremely painful. He fell to the ground and did not feel any pain in his body, but the pain in the vest was really hard to bear. After a while, the pain in the vest became slightly lighter and his eyes became brighter.

Above is a big tree in the sky, covering the sky and sun, and countless unknown vines hang down. Not many sunlight shines in. The trees here are very prosperous. Han Yiming looked at it for a while before saying, "Senior Brother, has this been passed by Nankan?" He Sansi said "Yes" there: "Nankan has passed. Pingbo is now chasing us, and even if he is chasing me, I will not be able to catch up with us. Junior Brother, when I cast a spell, please come and take us back quickly." Han Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, and finally escaped from Pingbo's subordinates. If he really died in Pingbo's hands, wouldn't it be Pingbo's will? What's worse, Pingbo would use himself to force the same m-n in Lingshan. Although Shen Ruofu's intelligence may not be threatened by Pingbo, it will at least make them tie their hands and feet.

Both of them were lying on the side, and it was extremely quiet here. The wind came over the tree and the sound of Lin Tao, which was sometimes mixed with birds singing, which was crisp and pleasant. But a moment later, Han Yiming's vest hurt again, making his whole body weak, and his eyes were dark. At this moment, his feet walked to him. When Han Yiming was so painful that his life was worse than death, he could not see these feet clearly. His eyes turned black, but his feet really felt them and stood beside him. Then, the man bent down and looked at Han Yiming carefully. Han Yiming was very alert, but he couldn't see the person clearly. He was so open that he could not see the person at this time. He pressed himself to Jingxin, and he could not see it. It was just dark in front of him.

Suddenly the man reached out to his eyebrows, and Han Yiming felt a chill in his eyebrows. After a moment, he woke up. The man was an old man in a civilian, with gray hair and dark face. He looked at him for a moment, and said, "Oh, you are injured." The man's voice was also very kind. For some reason, when Han Yiming heard this voice, he remembered Qin Wufang. He wanted to speak, but he opened his mouth and couldn't speak. The old man nodded slightly: "Your heart and meridians are broken. Thanks to your good cultivation, you have treasures to protect you. If it were someone else, you would have died long ago." Then he shook his palm gently at Han Yiming, and Han Yiming knew nothing.

When he woke up again, he was already in a room. There was only a thatched roof in front of him, with thick thatched grass piled above. Han Yiming couldn't move, so he had to turn his eyes and look around. The room was very simple, and the wooden tables and chairs were the simplest. It was only obvious that after using it for a long time, the wood was smooth. There was only one window in the room, and the m-ng of the thatched grass was piled up above. Han Yiming's vest had healed a lot, but it still hurt in his heart after a while.

Suddenly someone came in. Han Yiming turned his head and saw that it was the old man. He approached and looked at Han Yiming and said, "You are awake. Those things are on your body. I will put them on you." Han Yiming turned his head and saw that there was a Qingshuang sword on the chu-ng head. Next to the Qingshuang sword, another sword, Xu Ziwei's sword

The old man said, "Don't worry, your other partner, his injuries are not as serious as yours. I arranged him to recover from another house. He is much better than you. Your heart and meridians are broken. I don't know how to help you. I have lost your life. I just thought you wouldn't be able to survive, but you still woke up. It's a strange thing. I have never heard that people with heart and meridians can survive. But it's really rare that you survived." The old man spoke from beginning to end and spoke calmly, without any ups and downs, and his expression was very calm. It was extremely rare to say that Han Yiming survived, but Shens-is calm and indifferent.

Yiming had a question in his heart, but he couldn't say a word. The old man said, "You keep it well. Although I have no way to cure you, I can't help you." The old man must be a fellow man. Those who can say so many must be not a person in the world. If he doesn't recognize He Sansi, then it's not He Sansi's same m-n. Han Yiming remembered what He Sansi said, Ninghai School is not far from the demon path, and this old man is not just a man in the demon path? Looking closely at the old man, there is nothing different about others. After looking closely, he only felt that the old man's eyes were old and clear. It seemed that nothing in the world could not see through.

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Sorry, I hang up the computer for half a month and just got it back today.
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