"Master—!!Master—!!" Yan Bing yelled, struggled out of the master's hand and ran straight for the old man and the fifth uncle.
Mo Han was closing his eyes tightly at this time and using his energy to investigate the old man's injuries...
"Master—!" Yan Bing ran closer, helped the old man to sit up, held him in his arms and shook his tears desperately, and tears fell down with dissatisfaction.
"Master!! Don't scare me!! Open your eyes!! Uncle Fifth Master!! What's wrong with Master???" Yan Bing hugged the old man and cried while asking Mo Han anxiously, but Mo Han still just closed his eyes tightly, silent.
"Your master...he took the other person's palm to save you..."
As soon as the second uncle landed, he walked to Yan Bing's approach and whispered to her. After hearing this, Yan Bing was stunned and looked at the masters and uncles blankly, his face covered with sweat and tears, and then looked down at the old man with a pale face, "Wow!!" and cried loudly...
"Bang!!"
Yu Mohan slapped the old man on the face and said in a deep voice: "Look, I'm so scared to you!! You are so old and you are so arrogant!!!"
"Wuwuwuwu...ah...??" Yan Bing looked puzzled and slowly looked down, but saw the old man looking at him with a smirk...
I'm damn!!!
You did it so much!!!
Yan Bing's eyebrows immediately frowned and threw the old man in his arms out, but the old man seemed to have completely lost his skills. He was thrown far away by Yan Bing's huge loli, lying directly on the snow, rubbing a long snow mark...
"Hey!?? You evil disciple!! How could you treat your master like this!??" Yu Mohan stood up and ran to the old man and helped the old man up. While dusting the snowflakes on the old man's body, he explained to Yan Bing, "Although your master's life is saved, all his internal strength and qi sea are used to seal his slight tendons and eight veins to suppress the toxicity, so..."
Halfway through Mo Han's words, he looked up and saw the slutty smile on the old man's face. Then he pushed him aside, then dusted his hands with disgust and continued, "So before he was detoxified, he was a waste now!"
"Hey? Master, junior sister! You, you... how do you say this?? For the sake of doing things, I treat you very well usually!!" The old man slowly stood firm and walked back tremblingly. Now he has no internal force to protect his body, and has been rolling several times in the snow on the plateau, so cold that he can't even say clearly.
"Ha! That's not bad! Even the junior sister takes a bath, senior brother has to worry about it, for fear that the junior sister will faint in the pool, right?!?? For your reason! Why didn't Master beat you to death then??" Yu Mohan gave the old man a blank look, then used his light skills and flew towards Yan Bing's Xingtian just now, because each Xingtian's hanging basket was equipped with two thick quilts.
The fourth uncle walked directly to the old man, held his palm on the old man's shoulder and poured his energy into the old man's shoulder to resist the severe cold, and then said with joy: "What am I saying! The senior brother who was so heavy in the master back then has carried it over. How could he understand his life with just one light palm? After all..."
"After all, disasters have lasted for thousands of years..." The second master took it with a smirk, and the brothers immediately laughed. Even the master behind Yan Bing couldn't help laughing and laughed.
"Tsk!! You guys are almost the same!! Even if I lose my skills for the time being, I am the leader! What's more, my apprentice is still listening to this!! Can't I leave some face for me??" The old man scolded everyone with an old face, glanced at Yan Bing, who was still kneeling on the ground in a daze, and continued, "Don't say it out!"
"Ah??Oh!!!" Yan Bing slowly woke up, stood up and dusted the snow slag on the hem of her skirt, and said aloud: "Master, don't worry, my disciple is the strictest!! No one except the senior brother and sister, the disciple will tell you!!"
"You are nonsense-!! You don't have junior brothers and sisters!! You ghost girl!! I owe you me to deal with you!" The old man frowned and pointed at Yan Bing with his hand, then he immediately sneezes...
At this time, Yu Mohan also flew back with two quilts in his arms, covered the old man's body, pushed the old man's shoulders and turned them twice, wrapped them into rice dumplings, then walked on his back, and said to everyone: "This journey of heaven is flying too slowly, I'm afraid that the head of the sect will not be able to withstand it. If another injury is caused by an injury, it will be difficult to recover. The junior sister will carry him back first, and the senior brothers will protect this girl and sit back in the sky."
After saying that, Yu Mohan lit the ground with his feet and carried the old man in the air towards the camp at the foot of the mountain...
The master looked up at the back of the fifth junior sister who was gradually moving away, then turned around and said loudly to everyone, "Okay... After this, although the culprit was not found, I have calculated the anger. The two junior brothers, follow me, protect Qihua and go back to the camp first and talk about other things..."
"good!"
"Um!"
While speaking, the master picked up Yan Bing in the waist and jumped towards Xingtian in the air. The second master and the fourth uncle also fell into the hanging basket one after another.
The weight of the four large iron plates of the fourth uncle, Xingtian immediately pressed down and slowly fell...
The other three slowly turned their heads and looked at Situ Chengqian, silent...
"That... the two senior brothers sit for a while, I will fly down by myself..." Situ Chengqian smiled awkwardly, circulated his energy, stepped on one piece, and took three pieces, and rushed down the mountain.
Yan Bing shook the propeller silently, sighing in his heart.
Feixiamen is indeed a strange guy in the martial arts world... As long as you have a temper, you can use whatever you use as a weapon...
Doesn't he feel so heavy!??
“By the way, Qihua,”
When he heard the Second Master calling him, Yan Bing quickly withdrew his thoughts and asked softly: "Second Master, please tell me."
Liu Zihao nodded, took out a piece of leather paper from his arms and handed it to Yan Bing, and said, "This is discovered from the person who sneaked into your master just now, look."
"Oh," Yan Bing responded, then reached out to take the paper, spread it flat, and immediately frowned...
I saw a portrait of herself drawn on the paper, and the characteristics between her eyebrows and eyes were very consistent. Although the most common peel paper of nomadic peoples was used, the painting technique and brushwork were obviously written by a Central Plains painter.
Seeing Yan Bing looking at the portrait for a long time, Liu Zihao asked curiously: "Qihua, what do you think about this matter..."
"Thoughts?" Yan Bing suddenly looked up at the second master... and then smiled slightly and said loudly: "It's not as good-looking as me!"
Upon hearing this, the second master immediately squeezed his facial features together...
"See it for the master..." As the master Qin Ming spoke, he reached out to take the velvet handed over by Yan Bing, looked at it, and said in a deep voice: "Well... it is indeed not as good-looking as our Qihua himself..."
"Who asked you this!???I asked how this portrait was in their hands!!" The second uncle looked at them with a wry smile, almost cursing.
Yan Bing looked at the second master's anxious look, smiled, continued to shake the propeller, and replied in a low voice: "Don't worry, Master Second master, this kind of thing... the niece will find someone who knows what he knows about it. If he asks him to explore it carefully, he will definitely give us a conclusion."