"Master——!! Master——!!" Yan Bing shouted, struggling to jump out of the hands of the uncle, and ran straight towards the old man and the fifth uncle.
At this time, Mo Han was closing his eyes tightly and using his Qi machine to investigate the old man's injuries...
"Master——!!" Yan Bing ran up to him, helped the old man sit up, held him in his arms and shook him desperately, while tears fell down his face.
"Master!! Don't scare me!! Open your eyes!! Uncle Fifth Master!! What happened to Master!??" Yan Bing hugged the old man and cried while asking Mo Han eagerly, and Mo Han
He still just closed his eyes tightly and remained silent.
"Your master...in order to save you, he slapped him..."
As soon as the second uncle landed, he walked up to Yan Bing and explained the reason to her in a low voice. After Yan Bing heard this, he was stunned and looked at several senior uncles and uncles with expressions on their faces.
The clothes were covered with sweat and tears. Then he looked down at the old man with a livid face and cried "Wow!!"...
"Crack!!"
Yu Mohan slapped the old man in the face and said in a deep voice: "Look at how scared your apprentice is! You old man is still pretending like this!!!"
Yan Bing immediately frowned and threw the old man out of his arms, but the old man seemed to have completely lost his power. He was thrown far away by Yan Bing's powerful lolita and lay directly on the snow.
A long snow mark was rubbed out...
"Hey!?? You evil disciple!! How could you do this to your master!??" Yu Mohan stood up and ran to the old man to help him up. While brushing the snowflakes from the old man's body, he looked at the dumbfounded man.
Yan Bing explained: "Although your master's life was saved, all his inner strength and sea of energy were used to seal his seven tendons and eight meridians, suppressing the toxicity, so..."
Halfway through his words, Mo Han looked up and saw the mean smile on the old man's face. He immediately pushed him aside, then dusted his hands with disgust and continued: "So before he is detoxified, he
Now he is a waste!"
"Eh? Master, junior sister! You, you, you, you...how do you say this??? I, I, my brother always treat you well!!" The old man slowly stood up and walked away shivering.
When he came back, he now had no internal protection and rolled several times in the snow on the plateau. He was so cold that he couldn't speak clearly.
"Ha! That's not bad! Even when Junior Sister takes a bath, Senior Brother has to worry about Junior Sister, for fear that Junior Sister will faint in the pool, right!!?? That's your reason! Why didn't Master beat you to death back then!?
?" Yu Mohan rolled his eyes at the old man, and then used Qinggong to fly towards Yan Bing's sky, because there were two thick quilts in each hanging basket.
The fourth uncle walked directly to the old man, put his palms on the old man's shoulders to inject qi into him to protect him from the severe cold, and then said with a face of joy: "I'm just saying! Back then, my master had such heavy hands, senior brother
I have endured it all, how can I be saved by this light palm now? After all..."
"After all, disasters can last for thousands of years..." The second junior uncle accepted it with a wicked smile, and the other junior fellow apprentices immediately burst into laughter. Even the senior uncle behind Yan Bing couldn't help but laugh.
"Tsk!! You guys are almost done!! Even if I lose my skills temporarily, I am still the leader!! Not to mention that my disciple is still listening to this!! Can't you save some face for me?" The old man blushed.
Zhang Laolian scolded everyone, glanced at Yan Bing, who was still kneeling on the ground in a daze, and continued: "Don't tell anyone!"
"Ah?? Oh!!!" Yan Bing slowly woke up, stood up and dusted off the snow slag on his skirt, and said loudly: "Master, don't worry, this disciple has the most severe words!! Apart from senior brother and senior sister,
No one will tell my disciples!!"
"You're talking nonsense——!! You don't have junior brothers or sisters!! You bastard! I owe it to you to take care of you!" The old man twisted his eyebrows and just pointed at Yan Bing with his hand, he immediately sneezed...
At this time, Yu Mohan also flew back with two quilts in his arms, covered the old man directly, pushed the old man's shoulders and turned twice, wrapped him into a rice dumpling, then carried him on his back, and rushed
Looking at everyone, he said: "This line of flying is too slow. I'm afraid that the leader won't be able to carry it. If he gets injured and sick, it won't be good. So the junior sister will carry him back first, and several senior brothers will protect this girl.
Come back to heaven."
After saying that, Yu Mohan tapped his feet on the ground and carried the old man on his back and flew towards the camp down the mountain...
The senior uncle raised his head and looked at the retreating figure of the fifth junior sister, then turned around and said loudly to everyone: "Okay... now that the matter is over, although the culprit has not been found, he must have felt a bad breath. The two junior brothers,
I will go with my brother to protect Qihua and return to the camp first before talking about anything else..."
"good!"
"Um!"
While he was talking, the senior uncle had picked up Yan Bing by the waist and jumped into Xingtian in the air. The second uncle and fourth uncle also fell into the hanging basket one after another.
The weight of the four people plus the four large iron plates of the fourth uncle immediately pressed Xingtian down slowly...
The other three people slowly turned their heads and looked at Situ Chengqian, silent...
"Then...brothers, sit down for a moment and I will fly down by myself..." Situ Chengqian smiled awkwardly, turned his Qi machine, stepped on one piece, took three pieces with him, and flew down the mountain.
Yan Bing shook the propeller silently, sighing secretly in his heart.
The Feixia Clan is indeed a wonder in the martial arts world... As long as you have a good temper, you can use anything as a weapon...
Doesn’t he find it too heavy!??
"Right Qihua,"
Hearing that the second junior uncle called him, Yan Bing quickly retracted his thoughts and asked softly: "Second junior uncle, please speak."
Liu Zihao nodded, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Yan Bing, while saying, "This was found on the person who attacked your master just now. Take a look."
"Hey," Yan Bing responded, then reached out to take the paper, flattened it, looked at it, and immediately frowned...
I saw a portrait of herself drawn on the paper. The features between the eyebrows and the eyes were very consistent. Although the most common leather paper used by nomadic people was used, the painting skills and brushwork were obviously made by a Central Plains painter.
When Liu Zihao saw Yan Bing looking at the portrait without speaking for a long time, he asked very curiously: "Qihua, what do you think about this matter...?"
"Thoughts??" Yan Bing suddenly raised his head and looked at his second uncle...then smiled slightly and said loudly: "Not as good-looking as me!"
Hearing this, the second uncle's facial features immediately crowded together...
"Show it, uncle..." Master Qin Ming reached out to take the paper handed over by Yan Bing as he spoke, looked at it, and said in a deep voice, "Well...it is indeed not as good-looking as Qihua himself..."
"Who asked you this!!?? I'm asking how this portrait got into their hands!!" The second uncle looked at them with a wry smile, almost cursing.
Yan Bing looked at the anxious look of the second junior uncle, chuckled, continued to shake the propeller, and whispered back: "Don't worry, second junior uncle, this kind of thing... my niece will find someone knowledgeable and let him explore it carefully.
