"The poisoning is not deep, it's just an ordinary dispersing poison. It's not difficult to cure!" Xuan Pang shook his head slightly and continued: "But the injury is very troublesome!"
After finishing speaking, he turned to look at Ling Hao again: "Brother, why do I feel that Brother Canglang's injury is a bit like the legendary Cold Soul Palm?"
"It's not like it, it's actually it!" Ling Hao frowned, and a look of solemnity appeared on his face.
"Really?" Xuan Pang took a breath.
"Brother Xuan Pang, what is Cold Soul Dark Palm? Is it difficult to cure?" Yang Qing on the side saw the expressions of the two of them, and his heart twisted at the same time.
"Yes!" Xuan Pang nodded solemnly.
"Han Po Ming Palm is a technique that is extremely yin and cold. People injured by Cold Po Ming Palm will have their internal organs frozen in a very short period of time, and their whole body will be ice-cold."
"Within three days, if the cold in the body cannot be resolved, all the organs in the body will fail and there will be no way to save the day!"
"And in the entire country of Daxia, there are only a handful of people who can treat this injury!"
hiss!
Yang Qing took a breath: "Brother Xuan Pang, then...is there anyone in Xuanmen who can cure it?"
"No!" Xuan Pang took a deep breath and shook his head.
"Han Po Ming Palm is said to have been lost decades ago. Although Xuanmen has relevant information records, there is no corresponding treatment plan."
After finishing speaking, he looked at Ling Hao: "Brother, do you want to try using the Xuanmen Nine Needles?"
"The Xuanmen Nine Needles can only continue the deterioration of the injury. It is difficult to completely cure it!" Ling Hao exhaled a thick breath.
After a brief pause, he said: "I will help Cang Lang control the injury first. Contact the sect and ask who in the ancient martial arts world can treat this injury!"
"Copy that!" Xuan Pang responded and took out his cell phone to make a call.
Ling Hao then took out a silver needle from his body and gave it to Cang Lang.
Han Po Ming Palm, from Yin to Cold, and Xuanmen Nine Needles can only relieve the condition, but cannot cure it.
After the nine needles returned to their positions, Ling Hao stretched out his hand and pressed it on Cang Lang's heart, and a surge of extremely strong and yang true energy was poured into it.
As time went by, the coldness on Cang Lang's body was significantly relieved, and his skin regained a little color.
However, there is still no sign of waking up.
call!
Nearly an hour later, Ling Hao exhaled heavily, and then pulled out the silver needles one by one.
"Commander Commander, Master Canglang?" Yang Qing asked.
"It can only be temporarily relieved, and it will not continue to worsen within ten days!" Ling Hao responded.
"Brother!" At this time, Xuan Pang walked in quickly.
"How is it?" Ling Hao asked.
"That's right!" Xuan Pang nodded in response.
"The Red Flame Kung Fu of the Chiyang Sect is the nemesis of the Cold Soul Nether Palm. As long as a warrior who practices the Red Flame Kung Fu and has a cultivation level above the Battle Emperor Realm, he can cure this injury!"
"Chiyang Sect?" Ling Hao was slightly stunned. This was the first time he heard the name of this sect.
There are many sects in Daxia, with tens of thousands of sects large and small. It makes sense that he has never heard of it.
"Yes!" Xuan Pang nodded again: "Chiyang Sect is not far from Tianzhou, about four to five hundred kilometers away!"
"Inform the judge and the four of them to arrive in Tianzhou before dawn and leave for Chiyang Sect early tomorrow morning!" Ling Hao thought for a moment and then said.
He didn't know much about the situation of the Chiyang Sect and didn't know what he might encounter when he went there, so he called the other four sharp knives just in case.
"Copy that!" Xuan Pang nodded and took out his phone again to dial.
Five minutes later, the three of them came to a living room and sat down.
"Have you found the person who did it?" Ling Hao picked up the tea cup and took a sip before looking at Yang Qing.
