Everyone quickly raised Qi Zongwang over and let him and Duanmu Qingming lie side by side. They saw the master and apprentice shoulder to shoulder, their eyes closed and unconscious, which was a bit like a deep affection between master and apprentice.
Master Du stretched out his hand and grabbed Qi Zongwang's meridian, and his expression soon became severe.
"Master Du, is there any help from the injury of the Sect Master?" Several disciples of the Sword Ding Sect asked with concern.
"The injury is easy to cure, but this cultivation level is probably not restored." Master Du sighed and said.
"Ah!" The disciples of the Sword Ding Sect who were surrounding him suddenly looked depressed. What they were most concerned about was the master's cultivation.
Master Du didn't say anything more. He first took out a few holy pills and gave Qi Zongwang to surrender, then attached the broken bone, held the silver needle in his hand, and once again used the ancestral Yan Luo Resurrection Needle.
"Where is this?" As silver lights flashed, the pill power melted away. Qi Zongwang opened his eyes and asked blankly, covering his forehead.
Although the person woke up, he felt a stinging pain on his forehead and his mind was in chaos. Well, this was not hurt by Gu Fenghua and others, but by his disciples.
"Sect Master..." Seeing the confused look of the Sect Master, the disciples of the Sword Ding Sect around him felt even more sad, and they were also a little worried that the master would not be too seriously injured, and his brain would be damaged.
"By the way, I remembered it, Gu Fenghua, Gu Fenghua!" Fortunately, Qi Zongwang quickly remembered what had happened before, pressed his forehead and gritted his teeth and shouted in a deep voice.
It was Gu Fenghua again! Master Du was stunned. At first, he was still wondering. With the cultivation level of the fifth level of Emperor Wangdi Saint in Qi Zong, who could hurt him like this? Unexpectedly, it was Gu Fenghua again. Duanmu Qingming kicked on the iron plate and destroyed it.
It’s fine in her hand, even Qi Zongwang kicked the iron plate. Who is this Gu Fenghua?
Master Du was secretly curious, and saw that Qi Zongwang had already stood up shakingly.
"Sect Master, you are seriously injured and have not healed, so you need to rest with peace of mind." Several disciples of the Jianding Sect hurriedly stepped forward to support Qi Zongwang.
"Stay calm? How can I calm down like this? Gu Fenghua hurts my disciples and destroys my cultivation. If I don't avenge this, I, Qi Zong, swear not to be a human being!" Qi Zong, roared angrily, his eyes red, like a wounded beast.
He knew very well about his injuries. Even if Master Du didn't tell him, he knew that even though he had connected the broken bones and continued the meridians, his lost cultivation could not be recovered anyway. Because the Holy Spirit Root was slapped by Ye
Yun Ji was hurt, and even in this life, he could never recover to the fifth level of the Emperor Saint's cultivation level.
The way of cultivation ends here, how can he not be angry or hate?
"Sect Master, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive. Even if you want to take revenge, you have to wait for the injury to be cured." Hearing Qi Zongwang's roar, let alone the disciples of the Sword Ding Sect, even Master Du was shocked.
I just kicked the iron plate once and thought it wasn't enough, so do I have to kick it again? Even if I want to kick it, you will cure the injury before talking about it.
"Help me to meet you, and I ask you to be fair!" Qi Zongwang suppressed his anger and continued.
Although he hated Gu Fenghua to death, he did not lose his mind. He knew that he could not avenge his revenge at all, and even if he came to the door for abuse, he could only ask the Aotianjun envoy to stand up for him.