The situation was urgent, and Song Yuanqiao and others did not bother to reminisce about the past. They just hurriedly exchanged greetings with Zhang Cuishan's family and got to know each other, and then hurried back to the main hall to look for Zhang Sanfeng.

"Master is in the main hall right now, waiting for us to come and see him. Fifth brother, younger brothers and sisters, please take Wuji and follow me."

So everyone hurried back to the main hall to pay their respects to Zhang Sanfeng.

"Disciple pays homage to master!"

As soon as he saw Zhang Sanfeng face to face, Zhang Cuishan immediately knelt down on the ground and gently raised his arms to hold Zhang Wuji for Zhang Sanfeng to see.

"This is your disciple, my son Zhang Wuji. He has been injured by the thief using cold palm power. The cold poison has entered his body and is in great pain. I hope you can save him, master!"

Zhang Sanfeng's expression changed, but he didn't see any movement. He floated over and appeared in front of Zhang Cuishan in an instant.

"Cuishan, you get up first." Zhang Sanfeng held Zhang Cuishan's arm and lifted him up from the ground, then took Zhang Wuji from his hand and placed him gently on the ground of the hall.

After feeling Zhang Wuji's pulse and carefully observing his face, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but change his expression slightly, then tore off his clothes, turned him over, and saw the words printed on his back.

A faint green and bluish palm print.

"Xuanming Divine Palm." He muttered to himself in surprise.

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's muttering to himself, Zhang Cuishan instantly raised his head and asked, "Master, do you know what kind of martial arts Wuji was injured by?"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded with a heavy face: "It's the Xuanming Divine Palm. I only know that Taoist Baishu died thirty years ago. This extremely sinister Xuanming Divine Palm has been lost. How could I know that there are still people in the world who know this skill?"

Although he didn't know what the mysterious power of the Xuanming Divine Palm had never been heard of before, Zhang Cuishan couldn't help but feel even more anxious when he saw that even Zhang Sanfeng, whom he regarded as a god, showed such a solemn reaction.

"Master, please take action to save my child Wuji!"

Yin Susu beside him also knelt down on the ground with a look of sorrow on her face, crying: "I hope Master Zhang can save my child!"

"Don't worry, I will take action right away."

As Zhang Sanfeng spoke, he stretched out his hand to press the acupoint on Zhang Wuji's back, sending a strong flow of true energy directly into Zhang Wuji's body.

He originally thought that with his unparalleled internal energy cultivation, as long as the person was not immediately killed, no matter how much damage he suffered, he would definitely get better as soon as his true energy arrived. But unexpectedly, when the true energy penetrated into Wuji's body, he didn't.

On the contrary, it caused a stress reaction in him.

In an instant, Zhang Wuji's face turned from white to green, and then from green to purple, and his whole body was trembling.

Zhang Sanfeng quickly stopped and reached out to touch his forehead. The touch was cold, as if he had touched a piece of ice that lasted ten thousand years. If his martial arts had not reached the state of perfection, he would have shivered from the cold at this touch.

Faced with such a situation, even Zhang Sanfeng, who was a god of good fortune, couldn't help but frown. In desperation, he had no choice but to kill the horse and become a living horse doctor, at least to save the life of his disciple first.

Zhang Sanfeng raised his head and looked at everyone in the hall, looking at several Wudang Seven Heroes present one by one, and finally fixed his gaze on Lu Zhi.

"Qingzhi, you and Lao Dao work together to deliver pure Yang Qi to Wuji's body, first protecting his heart and internal organs."

Lu Zhi was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that with so many Wudang disciples present, and even most of the Wudang Seven Heroes present, the Patriarch would instead choose him, a young third-generation disciple, to work with him to heal Zhang Wuji.

After seeing the deep meaning in Patriarch Sanfeng's eyes, Lu Zhi understood. It must be that his cultivation level had been seen through by the Patriarch.

- Today, the Qi cultivation in his body is not inferior to any of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, and in terms of the purity of the Qi, it is far superior.

After refining Long Yuan, the purity of the true energy in his body is probably no less than that of Zhang Sanfeng.

The two of them worked together to treat Zhang Wuji, and the effect was definitely better than working with the Wudang Seven Heroes. After all, they both practiced Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu, and they could definitely exert the effect of one plus one greater than two.

At this time, the system also jumped out in time to join in the fun.

[Ding, trigger a random mission.]

[Option 1: Refuse to treat Zhang Wuji and contribute to his death. After meeting the conditions, you will be rewarded with the demon sword Muramasa.]

[Option 2: Rescue Zhang Wuji with all your strength and resolve the cold poison in his body. After meeting the conditions, you can receive the Yuanhong Sword as a reward. 】

Lu Zhi's face remained expressionless, but he murmured in his heart that this simply meant that he had only one choice.

Not to mention that he was unable to refuse Patriarch Sanfeng's orders, but as a Wudang disciple, it was impossible for him to do such a thing that would not save his fellow disciples.

Even if he didn't like Zhang Wuji, the relationship between him and Wudang made Lu Zhi unable to just sit idly by.

After all, when he first traveled to this world, he almost starved to death on the street. It was the founder Zhang Sanfeng who saved him and brought him back to Wudang, which allowed him to grow to the point where he is now.

So for him, Wudang is like his home, and it is the only thing he cares about cherishing in this world. The people in Wudang are family to him.

To him, Zhang Wuji was like an unfamiliar, remote relative, so even if he had no feelings for Zhang Wuji, he would never have any ill will towards him for no reason.

'Choice 2.'

Lu Zhi stepped forward, and Zhang Sanfeng had already helped Zhang Wuji up from the ground, held up one of his arms, and pressed his palm against his palm to convey his energy.

"Qingzhi, come."

Lu Zhi nodded, came to Zhang Wuji's side and sat down cross-legged, lifted Zhang Wuji's other arm, raised his palm and pressed it against it.

hiss

At that moment of cold touch, even Lu Zhi couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. No wonder even the founder Sanfeng had put on a serious posture as if facing a powerful enemy. This Xuanming Divine Palm,

There really is something.

"Qing Zhi, Jingxin Zhenqi goes through the Shaoshang point, the Taiyin Lung meridian point on the hand, to the Zhongfu point."

"Yes, Patriarch."

According to Zhang Sanfeng's instructions, Lu Zhi continuously transported the true energy into Zhang Wuji's body.

However, within a few breaths, the two people's cooperation had already produced results. Zhang Wuji's purple face slowly turned rosy, and the frightening chill on his body slowly began to subside.

Zhang Sanfeng and Lu Zhi had already pushed the Pure Yang Wuji Kung to the limit. Waves of scorching hot breaths emanated from outside their bodies, like two human-shaped furnaces, scorching.

The hall was filled with scorching heat, just like the scorching summer season.

"This?" Zhang Cuishan stared at Lu Zhi's back in disbelief, feeling inexplicably shocked.

This young man actually has such profound cultivation!
Chapter completed!