Zhishan watched from a distance, and the more he looked, the more surprised he became. The martial arts moves used by Junior Brother Zhifang were not at all the routines of Qingxin Guan.
What's more, this martial arts routine and skillful body skills do not seem to be something that an eleven or twelve-year-old child can learn.
Zhishan looked at Zhifang's figure and frowned tightly. If he continued to fight like this, Hua Weiluo would probably no longer be his opponent.
At this moment, although Hua Weiluo was evading Zhi Fang's attack, she was also looking for his weaknesses. This time, she did not act recklessly like she did against the pangolin monster, but carefully calculated the distance between each of his moves.
Interval time, the gap between the next move.
Zhishan looked at Hua Weiluo, whose white Taoist robe was dancing in the air like a stream of light. Although he could barely dodge Zhi Fang's attack at first, but as time went on, he became more and more able, and his eyes couldn't help but reveal
A hint of surprise.
At the last opportunity, after Hua Weiluo had calculated the interval dozens of times, the white light in his hand was bright, and the long sword was as powerful as a rainbow, heading straight towards Zhi Fang's heart.
"What!?" Zhi Fang was startled. He hadn't fully retracted the move in his hand. He only had time to turn his body slightly to avoid the vital point, and then watched helplessly as the long sword flashing with dazzling white light pierced into his body.
The two figures entangled in mid-air finally stopped.
A figure slowly landed on the ground, its clothes flowing gracefully.
Another figure fell straight from the air and hit the ground with a bang.
Hua Weiluo's moist eyes looked coldly at Zhi Fang as he fell to the ground and struggled to get up.
She raised her steps slightly and stepped directly on his bleeding chest, saying in a cold voice: "Hand over the antidote!!"
"Ahem...I...I don't have an antidote..." Zhi Fang felt a bone-chilling pain in his chest, and he seemed to hear a "click" sound from his ribs.
"There's no antidote?" Hua Weiluo couldn't help but exert a little force on her feet, and in an instant, more blood gushes out of Zhi Fang's body, "If there's no antidote, I'll hand over your life!
"
"Ahem...Sister...Senior sister..." Zhi Fang had a hint of pleading in his eyes, looking at the flowers before they fell, and said in a weak voice: "I...I know the formula for the antidote..."
"Say!!" Hua Weiluo's strength on her feet did not decrease at all. As soon as she thought of the pain that her junior brother was suffering at this moment, she couldn't help but want to chop him with a knife.
"Ahem... I want... I want Tianshan Snow Lotus mixed with Xuanqing Ruicao, then ambergris and gastrodia... Use virgin blood as a guide, drink it for seven or forty-nine days..." Zhi Fang's face has already started to change.
It turned black, and looking at the blood lost, his body felt unusually cold.
"That's all??" Hua Weiluo frowned slightly. She remembered that when she used to see an old Chinese doctor, a prescription would have at least a dozen medicinal materials densely written on it. How come this antidote only requires such a small amount?
"Really...that's all..." Zhi Fang's expression became increasingly grim, and his voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.
"Okay, I'll let you go. If the antidote formula you gave is incorrect, I will chase you to the ends of the earth and make your life worse than death!!" A dangerous light flashed in Hua Weiluo's eyes.
