NovelTags Chapter 880
Chapter 880
Chapter 880 Melting Poison
Seeing this, Leng Xian hurriedly stretched out his hand to let Guo Jiang Xiaolong say, "Young man, please here."
Walking into the valley, Jiang Xiaolong knew that there was a hole in this valley. The wooden houses are next to each other, which looks a little shabby.
"This is Haoyang's room." Leng Xian led the way in front and was about to push the door, but there was an urgent cry behind him.
"Valley Master!"
Jiang Xiaolong turned his head and saw that the three old men were looking at him angrily.
Leng Xian hurriedly said: "Young Xia, these three are the elders of my Flying Snow Valley."
Jiang Xiaolong just wanted to give a gift, but heard the Third Elder shout angrily, "Valley Master! Don't fall for this kid's evil deeds!"
"What?" Jiang Xiaolong heard the anger from his heart.
The third elder ignored him, but walked straight towards Leng Xian, straddling the two of them.
"Gu Master, I have heard the ins and outs of my subordinates. This kid is very suspicious. "
Leng Xian was very worried in his heart, and hurriedly grabbed the Third Elder and said, "There is indeed a six-pin pill on the young man's body that can save Haoyang's life!"
The Great Elder snorted coldly, and Jiang Xiaolong found that the three elders had formed a closed encirclement, trapping themselves in the middle.
"Why, this is going to be hard?" Jiang Xiaolong stood sideways, without a trace of panic in his eyes.
"Gu Master, only Gu Nei Zhizhi knows about Haoyang's affairs, how did this kid know about it? Moreover, the six-pin pill is not an herb, a hairy boy, there will be such a handwriting? Could it be that the Purple Thunder Sect took this opportunity to assassinate the Valley Lord!" The Great Elder said coldly.
Jiang Xiaolong was speechless, and shouted in collapse: "Purple Thunder Sect! What the hell is the Purple Thunder Sect! Can anyone tell me!"
"Stop pretending, boy!" The Third Elder shouted.
Jiang Xiaolong said helplessly: "All of you are elders, and your strength is above me, if I really am a Broken Purple Thunder Sect, I don't have to send myself to death!"
Leng Xian lowered his head and thought, and said in a deep voice: "Three elders, how about this, let's go in together, Haoyang is now a glimmer of life, why not let the young man try."
Jiang Xiaolong hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, enter together, if I really have a bad intention, the four of you will directly kill me!"
Hearing this, the Great Elder's face eased a little, and he waved his hand and said, "Okay."
Pushing the door into the room, Jiang Xiaolong saw Leng Haoyang lying on the hospital bed at a glance, his face was pale and bloodless, and at this time, he had more air and less intake.
"How so? A year ago it was fine. "
"This cold poison has been present since childhood, Hao Yang is extremely good at practicing and talented, but the deeper the cultivation, the stronger the cold poison. I don't know what happened this year, but he started cultivating again, which caused the cold poison to become more intense. "
Jiang Xiaolong nodded, felt the immovable scale fire pill around his waist, and put it into Leng Haoyang's mouth.
The moment the elixir entered, Leng Haoyang seemed to feel a flame enter his body, his fingers were slightly forced, and his brows were locked.
"It works!" Leng Xian was overjoyed, but he was still worried and did not dare to approach.
The Immovable Scale Fire Pill was rapidly refined in Leng Haoyang's body, and in an instant, the majestic flame attribute had flowed into the whole body from the place of the dantian. If you look closely, you can see the bright colors flowing in the bursting blood vessels.
The effect of the elixir quickly spread throughout the body, like a flame, enveloping the entire body. In the body that no one could see, the broken meridians miraculously began to grow, from slow to fast.
The cold poison in the blood was originally condensed into a block, and at this time, when encountering this violent breath, it instantly turned into nothing, and Leng Haoyang's face already had blood.
Jiang Xiaolong breathed a sigh of relief and looked around at Leng Xian: "Trust me now."
Leng Xian's face was already full of joy, and he grabbed Jiang Xiaolong's hand and thanked him tremblingly. After a while, Leng Wuyang slowly opened his eyes, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body.
This pain is like a tarsal maggot, from the inside out, it seems to burn his whole person, every inch of the meridians in the body is like being repeatedly beaten by a 10,000-pound iron hammer, and every blow that falls will bring more terrifying pain.
Seeing Leng Haoyang's painful expression, Leng Xian was so anxious that he was about to rush over. "Wait!" Jiang Xiaolong exhaled urgently.
Leng Xian and the three elders looked at Jiang Xiaolong strangely, but saw Jiang Xiaolong slowly walking to the bed.
"Hold on! The pain of forging the body, endure it, and you will improve!"
Leng Haoyang's painful expression looked at Leng Xian's distress, but now was the critical moment, and he did not dare to act rashly.
Jiang Xiaolong seemed to see through what Leng Xian was thinking, and comforted: "Don't worry, Leng Gu Lord, he will be able to survive this calamity safely."
Leng Xian nodded and squeezed out an ugly smile.
Half an hour had quietly passed, and I saw Leng Haoyang's tightly locked brows gradually stretched, and his painful moans gradually weakened, and he was sweating profusely.
The feeling of warmth filled his body, and he only felt that a steady stream of true qi rushed in, and his face gradually turned pink.
"It seems to have been a success." Jiang Xiaolong said softly.
I saw Leng Wuyang slowly open his eyes, get up, and the pain between his joints hit again, forcing him to lie down again.