Chapter 18 Elder Chen

After sighing a few words, a strong desire surged up in Jing Ping's heart, that is, to keep getting stronger. Only when he reaches the peak can he get out of the ant level.

After thinking for a while, Jing Ping continued to study spells.

As for another kind of "fireball art", Jing Ping has high expectations for it after seeing the extraordinary "wind blade art".

After the success of the wind blade, the practice of fireball has also become relatively easier, that is, dozens of exercises, the fireball has been easily mastered by him, and then he turned his attention to several other offensive spells.

As for the auxiliary things such as agility, wood magic, and perception, he has mastered it for a long time. These auxiliary spells nominally occupy a word, but in fact, it is just the use of spiritual power.

Jing Ping was very interested in these auxiliary spells at the beginning. He kept casting different spells all over his body and observing the operation of spiritual power in his body. As a result, he really improved a few levels of rough use than before. With the application of these auxiliary spells and his martial arts, he swept the river. The lake dare not say, but at least it is no problem to sweep the same level.

However, after several consecutive uses, Jing Ping didn't pay much attention to these auxiliary spells.

First, he has never shown his true force.

Second, in the whole Zhenwumen, he is the only one who knows the existence of a true person. His own strength is very strong. Coupled with the cooperation of several auxiliary formulas, there are few opponents in the whole world. What's more, such a sect as Zhenwumen?

Therefore, in addition to continuing to intensify the practice of attack spells, hoping to skillfully use it in actual combat and cooperate with his own martial arts, Jing Ping also shifted his interest to several other unlearned spells. However, after mastering the two attack spells, Jing Ping's mentality has almost become extremely peaceful, every The success of one spell will bring him closer to the success of the next spell. Don't force it. As long as you are proficient, you will naturally do it. Practice makes perfect.

"Knock, knock, knock."

A knock on the door came from outside the door of his yard.

Jing Ping frowned. Recently, I don't know why the number of people seeking medical treatment in the door seems to have suddenly increased, and most of them are sword wounds, and some have even lost part of their blood.

This reminded Jing Ping of the fierce battle with Zhang Heng five years ago. According to Zhang Heng, he was a spy of the Blood Gate, and through all kinds of words, Jing Ping inferred that the Blood Gate was going to fight with Zhenwu Gate. At that time, Jing Ping was nervous for a long time, even pretending to be dead, escape, and then go home. I have thought about it, but five years have passed, and there hasn't been much movement. Gradually, Jing Ping didn't pay attention to it. However, since several bloodless disciples came to him several times, Jing Ping was shocked and recalled the situation at that time.

Thinking of this, he did not dare to neglect it. The first was to see how the injury was and whether he had lost part of his blood. The second was the heart of the doctor's parents, saving people like putting out a fire, and he opened the door of the hospital.

As soon as he opened the courtyard door, Jing Ping saw a senior disciple of Xing Gu in black clothes, who was anxiously walking back and forth in front of the courtyard door. Looking at his performance, he knew that he was very anxious.

As soon as he saw Jing Ping, the senior disciple of Xing Gu immediately came up with great joy.

"Mr. Jing, Dr. Jing, you finally opened the door. My father was seriously injured, and more than half of his blood was sucked away. He was about to die. Please go and see if you can save my master's life. My disciples are very grateful."

As soon as this person approached, Jing Ping found that this person was quite familiar. He had seen him several times, and then remembered that when the foreign disciple Hong Shan challenged Chen Qun, this guy stood on Chen Qun's side. Jing Ping was very impressed by him, because his face that absolutely supported Chen Qun made Jing Ping very annoying, but he would not Because of his likes and dislikes, he decides whether to save people or not. Although he hates his contemptuous attitude, this guy has always respected Jing Ping, so Jing Ping doesn't care much.

"Blood loss?" Jing Ping hurried along with the other party and asked for details secretly vigilantly. You should know that the kung fu of blood has the characteristics of sucking blood.

"Yes, when my father was patrolling down the mountain, he was besieged by a group of masked people. This group of people took action against evil and specially suck people's blood. My father didn't notice it for a moment. As a result, he was accidentally slapped by the other party. At first, he didn't notice anything. A group of masked people were killed by him most of them, but as soon as he arrived at the lake at the mountain gate, his skin was immediately It became dry and then fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

"Have you been diagnosed by the others in Yaogu?"

"Of course, I have looked for it. Even Yang Tian, the left guardian of the faction, came to observe, but Yang Hufa is also helpless. If others can save him, I will never bother Mr. Jing. In addition to insumptioning that there is something in my father's body that keeps sucking his blood, Yang Hufa doesn't know how to deal with it. When he said this, he looked anxious and panicked.

After listening to his narration, Jing Ping's face was expressionless. He just answered casually and rushed with the other party, but his heart began to think.

To be honest, he doesn't know what this disease is at all. If he wants to cure a poison and heal an injury, he relies on the aura in his body and the medicine refined by himself. There is basically no problem. If he is asked to take over some strange diseases, he will have a little drumming in his heart.

You should know that although he also has a kind of "reiki!" that can cure all diseases, there are countless strange things in the world. Who knows if his aura is useful? Moreover, other disciples of Yaogu are not useless people who fool around all day long. There is no problem to solve some strange poisons. Otherwise, they would have been brushed down by the assessment of the door. The door can cherish their limited resources very much. Yaogu has never been useless, not to mention Yang Tian, who is in the door. The protection has arrived.

But the current situation is that they dare not even move and have to call him to come, which shows that this injury is definitely not a simple injury.

And he can only try his best.

At the same time, he remembered Zhang Heng, the bloody spy, who kept thinking about the connection between these things.

Just as Jing Ping was carefully thinking about the Blood Gate, the disciple almost picked up Jing Ping and ran all the way to Elder Chen's residence.

Looking at his anxious face, Jing Ping knew that he had a deep relationship with his father.

Jing Ping couldn't help but miss his relatives in his heart.

In the depths of his heart, his relatives are the only bottom line that he can't touch. If someone crosses the bottom line, then Jing Ping will try his best to kill no matter who the other party is. Zhang Heng is a good example.

When Jing Ping sighed because he was in love with the scene, the disciple had led him to Elder Chen's residence.

Elder Chen's residence is very quiet. Judging from the appearance, it is just an ordinary private house, but when you enter it, you will find that there is a different difference. The quiet and plain smell is emanating, which is quite similar to the smell of Jingping's yard, but there are bursts of whispering conversations, destroying what the yard should have. The mood.

Entering the house, Jing Ping found that the number of people here was much larger than he estimated. They gathered in twos and threes to form their own small circles and whispered about Elder Chen's injuries.

Jing Ping has long heard that Elder Chen is the most popular one among the eight elders of Zhenwumen, because he has always been caring for the disciples in the door. He is not so much an elder as a kind and gentle old man. Some disciples will raise their hands to help when they encounter any difficulties, but he is born. The son was too arrogant and looked down on any foreign disciples, so he was scolded by him a lot.

An elder who had many praises in the door was attacked by a group of people when he was patrolling outside the mountain. If such a thing happened, a large number of people would naturally come to watch.

These people care a lot about each other, but some sincerely hope that Elder Chen can recover, while others can't wait for him to die immediately, so that they can vacancies for an elder.