"Although both of them hide themselves well, their eyes and energy cannot deceive others."
"Moreover, when the old man surnamed Ma made his last move to hit Huo Xiao hard, a strong aura filled the air uncontrollably from Huo Xiao."
"It's just that he discovered our existence, so he quickly restrained his aura."
"Brother, do you mean Huo Xiao can find out our two cultivation levels?" Xuan Pang asked again.
"Nine times out of ten!" Ling Hao nodded slightly.
"This old man can really keep his composure!" Xuan Pang said, slapping his mouth.
Jingle Bell!
At this moment, Ling Hao's cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Yang Qing's number.
"Yang Qing, what's the matter?" Ling Hao asked after answering the phone.
"Commander Commander, something happened to Mr. Cang Lang!" Yang Qing's urgent voice came from the microphone.
"What happened?" Ling Hao frowned.
"He was seriously injured!" Yang Qing took a deep breath and continued.
"Before, we went with Mr. Canglang to intercept the two murderers, and finally stopped them when they were approaching the airport."
"It was fine at first, but just after we killed those two people on the spot, three people from the ancient martial arts world came."
"After the three of them arrived, they attacked us without saying a word. The three of them are all very skilled, and one of them is already at the late stage of the War Sect."
"The other party seems to have come specifically for Lord Canglang. After seriously injuring him, he left and never made another move against us."
"Huh?!" Ling Hao frowned again, "Cang Lang was seriously injured?"
"He received a palm from the opponent and is still in a coma." Yang Qing responded.
"You take Canglang back to the Shadow Gate base first. We are already on the way back. We'll talk about it when we get there!" Ling Hao paused for a moment before continuing to explain.
> "In addition, let people watch the three people who took action through the surveillance system to see where they went!"
"Copy that!" Yang Qing responded loudly and hung up the phone.
"Brother, what happened to Boss Canglang?" After Ling Hao put away his phone, Xuan Pang asked.
"He was seriously injured!" Ling Hao frowned and then repeated Yang Qing's words.
"Someone is looking for death again!" Xuan Pang said in a deep voice.
After a pause, he continued, "Brother, could he be from Tayun Sect? I guess that Wu Qianyun must have gone to Tayun Sect!"
"Not sure!" Ling Hao shook his head slightly.
Three or four hours later, the two returned to the shadow gate.
"Commander Commander!" Yang Qing and a group of shadow men came up quickly.
"Where is Canglang?" Ling Hao asked.
"In the infirmary!" Yang Qing responded and led the two of them towards the compound.
After a while, the group of people arrived at a ward in the infirmary.
Cang Lang was lying on a hospital bed, his lips were purple, his face was pale, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and his whole body was cold.
Xuan Pang briefly checked Cang Lang's condition, and then reached out to feel his pulse.
Three minutes later, he looked at Ling Hao with a slightly solemn expression.
"Brother, the situation of the Canglang boss is not optimistic. He should have been poisoned first and then injured!"
"Yeah!" Ling Hao nodded slightly.
He didn't even need to check his pulse, he could tell at a glance that the wolf was not only injured, but also poisoned.
"Poisoned?" Yang Qing was slightly stunned. "Brother Xuan Pang, what kind of poison is Master Canglang? Can it be cured?"
"Poisoned and
It's 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. If someone is injured by Cold Soul Ming Palm, the internal organs will be frozen in a very short time, and the whole body will be ice-cold."
"Within three days, if the cold energy 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 of cold air, "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 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'll help Cang Lang control the injury first. You can 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.
Cold Soul Dark Palm, to Yin Zhi
Cold, 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, 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 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 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.