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Tang San pressed a hand on the master's chest, and activated the newly improved Xuantian Gong internal energy. He connected with his left hand to seal the four meridians on the master's chest to prevent the poisonous gas from spreading. At the same time, his right hand began to move on the master's chest.
Gently rub it, and rely on internal force to stimulate the flow of qi and blood in the master's body, slowly forcing the toxins to one place.
Xuantian Kung, as the highest internal skill of the Tang Sect, has a strong detoxification effect. It is not a strong internal force, but it is extremely delicate and penetrates deeply into the master's body like threads, making sure not to leave any future troubles.
Untying the master's shirt, Tang San carefully observed the black energy on the master's body. Under the influence of Xuantian Kung, the black energy gradually gathered together and flowed towards the direction of the master's right arm. At this time, Tang San still did not untie the shirt.
The strip of cloth on the master's arm.
The poisonous blood flowed out, the master's swollen arms gradually retracted, and the color of the skin gradually became normal. There was a look of pain on the master's face, and moans began to come out of his mouth.
As the purple-black blood gradually drained out, bright red blood began to appear, and the master's arm became a little pale. Only then did Tang San open the cloth on the master's arm, and quickly used his internal strength to remove the last poison at once.
Drain it, then quickly seal the blood veins on the master's arm, tear off a few pieces of cloth from himself and wrap them around the wound.
The reason why he was not in a hurry to untie the cloth on the master's arm before was because he was afraid that the master would bleed too much. After all, he had been poisoned for a long time.
After the toxins were removed, Tang San was already sweating. Although Xuantian Kung had entered the second level, it was still not powerful. Using internal force to assist in detoxification was the most draining of internal force and energy.
The sense of strength I had felt now became a little weak.
Tang San helped Master wash his arm with clean water, and then buried the small pit full of poisonous blood with soil. Only then was all the work completed.
Next, the master was in a coma for three days. During this period, he kept having a fever. Tang San could only give him some water every day. In order to supplement the master's body with some nutrients, he even cut off a piece of tree trunk and made a small one.
In the pot, he took the dried meat he brought and boiled some broth with water. Since this was a soul-hunting forest, Tang San didn't dare to take a step away from the master.
Fortunately, their luck was pretty good. Although there were occasional spirit beasts passing by, most of them were ten-year-old spirit beasts, and they were not very aggressive, so they did not cause Tang San any trouble.
"What's wrong with me?" When the master woke up, it was already noon on the fourth day.
His weak body couldn't exert any strength. The master felt that his vision was blurry and the world was spinning so that he couldn't find his direction. Even raising his hand was very laborious.
"Teacher, you're awake." Tang San came to the master's side in surprise and transmitted a pure inner force into the master's body.
With the help of Xuantian Kung, the master's spirit was lifted a bit, and his eyes finally became focused.
"Xiao San, am I still alive?" The master looked at Tang San beside him in surprise.
Tang San nodded and said: "Teacher, you are living a good life. But I'm afraid you have to rest for a long time this time."
The master reluctantly tilted his head and looked at his right arm, "You must have saved me."
Tang San scratched his head and said: "My father taught me a simple way to treat poisonous wounds when I was a child. At that time, I saw that you were unconscious, so I had no choice but to give it a try. There is always a chance that you can treat a dead horse like a living doctor."
"No matter how big or small, did you say that the teacher is a horse?" The master forced out a smile. Of course, with his already stiff face and his current paleness, his smile was a bit uglier than crying.
Living is always a beautiful thing, even for masters who are arrogant and dedicate their whole lives to the study of martial arts.
Tang San chuckled and said: "Teacher, take a rest for a while, and I'll heat some broth for you. When you wake up, you can eat some solid food after resting for a few hours. It's better for us to leave the Soul Hunting Forest as soon as possible, here
The environment is too bad and the air is relatively humid, which is not conducive to the recovery of your wound."
The master seemed to suddenly remember something, "Xiao San, have you succeeded?" For him, the theory he studied was even more important than life.
Tang San smiled and said: "Teacher, don't worry. I succeeded. Look."
As he spoke, Tang San raised his right hand, and a faint white light appeared on the surface of his skin. Then, dark blue blue silver grass swarmed out from his palm. A clear yellow halo rose from his feet, circling up and down around his body.
This is the distinctive characteristic of a first-ring soul master.
In the past, the width of the blue silver grass was less than half a finger, but at this time, the width of the blue silver grass has become three fingers, and the grass blades are several times thicker than before, with strange lines and dozens of blue blades.
The silver grass spread quickly in all directions, and the tips of the grass blades lifted up, like more than ten mandala snakes looking for food.
There is no fishy smell of Datura snake on the blue silver grass, but only a faint scent of tea. That intoxicating aroma is full of danger.
The master's eyes flashed with excitement, and he suppressed his excitement and said, "How is your resilience?"
Seeing is believing, Tang San answered the master with actions. One of the more than ten blue silver grasses that escaped from his palm suddenly flew up and wrapped around a small tree as thick as an arm. The other side returned to Tang San's hand.
He pulled back hard with his right hand, and the trunk of the little tree suddenly bent down, making the blue silver grass stretch straight, but there was no sign of breaking.
"Okay, this is great. It seems that my judgment is absolutely correct. After the Bluesilver Grass was infused with the Mandala Snake Soul Ring, it became tougher. If my guess is right, it should also come with some Mandala.
The snake’s venom. But, what is its current skill?”