Chapter 226 Injury

Sure enough, after pressing down this wisp of strange flame, Gan Ping was clear again and no longer wavered. Stepping to the silent Bixin, Gan Ping bent down slightly and looked at the beautiful big eyes, "How are you?" For this girl, Gan Ping had a trace of guilt in his heart. His innocent body was clearly seen by himself, and he grabbed the delicate body in a panic. If it hadn't been a last resort, Gan Ping really wanted to turn around and escape now, and he would not face the girl.

Bixin's face turned red. Although she was extremely angry with the things that had just happened, she also knew in her heart that Gan Ping was a last resort, not intended to play tricks and take advantage of it. Gan Ping's face is extremely ugly now. His forehead is covered with sweat. Obviously, he looks like he is seriously injured. In addition, when he met him before, the teenager was healing. Of course, Bixin can sense his current pain.

Seeing that Bixin was fine, Gan Ping couldn't stand it and sat on the ground. "I'm going to treat the injury. Wait a minute." With the big beads of sweat flowing, Gan Ping could no longer support it. You quickly raised your eyes and carried your skills to heal the wounds in front of Bixin. The breath of fire came, lingering on her white face, and her face was like a red glow. A few feet away from himself, a teenager sits cross-legged with his upper body, and the hidden spiritual power of fire on his body brings a strange feeling to the blue heart of the wood, as if a flame is about to melt him.

I don't know that the pen has been eroded by the love fire before her fall, otherwise how could her turquoise dress be so unbearable to tear? Even the shoes on her feet were burned, but she didn't notice it in a panic at that time. The power of love and fire has wrapped around her organs, but she doesn't have Gan Ping's keen consciousness. How can she detect it when she is confused by the dark light and evil mind? Seeing that Gan Ping closed his eyes, Bixin's heart settled down. She didn't know why. The young man's eyes in front of her glanced at her, and it was like a pair of big hands touching everywhere, which made her shy and unbearable.

At present, Gan Ping closed his eyes to heal his wounds. Bixin also slightly loosened his hand holding his clothes, clenched the vicissitudes of sea beads, quickly absorbed the wood aura contained in it, and dispelled the power of the dark light in his body. This black light is really difficult to deal with. It is coiled in her body, which makes Bi Xindong can't bounce. As a result, she poked such a big ugly, and now her heart hates Mo Yeqing to death. At present, it is better to seize the time to detoxify and try to stand up before the teenager opens his eyes and take out his dress to avoid such embarrassment.

The silver shuttle flew in one direction in the air. Although it had met several monks, most of them ignored the shuttle. In the sky of Zihua Fairy Mansion, if it were not for the familiar sword light, no one would come forward to say hello at all. This is not the same as the secular world. This shuttle is like a carriage in the secular world, which is extremely common.

His eyes were bright. After a day and a night's rest, Gan Ping had recovered a little. Although his injury had not recovered, his action was fine. Bi Xin, dressed in a green dress in front of him, stood far away, and his gown had been neatly folded and placed in front of him. Wearing a coat, the fragrance of the girl who has not yet dissipated on it spreads between her mouth and nose, which makes Gan Ping's heart swing.

"I don't know the name of Engong. My two sisters have to get out of great trouble this time, and they all rely on their kindness and righteousness." Although her face was still slightly red, Bixin was not embarrassed, and Yingying bowed down. Seeing that this woman did not want to pursue it, Gan Ping was relieved and quickly arched his hand and said, "The Bixin Fairy's words are serious. Lu Jian's incomparable should help. What's more, the two murderers of Moye are also staring at me. This action is not entirely for you. Don't worry about it." When this vegetarian disciple walks in the world, most of them are called fairies, and Gan Ping also knows it.

He turned his eyes and looked at the tenderness lying on the ground. Gan Ping frowned slightly, "Hasn't the tender fairy woken up yet?" A trace of helplessness flashed on Bixin's face. "My sister was injured in the stage, and the dark injury broke out. Now she..." her eyes turned red and choked slightly. It's also difficult for her. A girl who doesn't know the world has experienced so many twists and turns. The senior sister in her heart doesn't know the life and death. She is unconscious. She has gone through so many shameful things before. Although she pretends to be nothing happened now, but at this moment, sadness comes from it, and her belly full of grievances and sadness come together, standing there. I cried.

When she cried like this, Gan Ping was also a little big. Although she refined some fragments of the yuan god of Xuan Mingzi and had extremely rich experience in fighting, she did not know much about this man and woman. Even if the two masters of Xuan Mingzi and Fire Dragon across the world, they have no experience in dealing with women. There are also some female monks who are against these two murderers, but since they are regarded as enemies, they can't be regarded as women. In the impression left by Gan Ping, these two guys have no compassion.

Looking at Bi Xin crying helplessly, Gan Ping sighed and shook his head, and slowly walked to Bi Rouqing. The soft face lying on the ground is like white frost, and a pair of beautiful eyes are tightly closed. If it weren't for the slight ups and downs in the chest, it would be no different from a dead person. Gan Ping frowned, reached out and picked up his tender wrist, put three fingers on it, and carefully examined it. When Bixin beside him saw him like this, he quickly stopped crying. A small face with pear blossoms and rain looked at Gan Ping with hope, hoping that the teenager could save his senior sister.

Gan Ping lost a Zhenyuan from his fingertips and entered the tenderness's body. He immediately felt a surge of strength. It was really worthy of being the peak monk of Jindan. Even if his own Zhenyuan riot was disorderly, it was so strong. This Senluo's cold ice strength was really worthy of a strange skill. Gradually, a layer of white frost appeared on the Ganping eyebrows, which became thicker and thicker in Bixin's surprised eyes. Finally, it covered his forehead. The whole person seemed to be placed in the ice cellar, and his hair was white.

With a sigh, Gan Ping took back his finger with difficulty. Senluo Hanbing, who was cultivated by Bi Rouqing, was really domineering, and even his pure fire attribute mana was a little difficult to resist. However, this is only because he has not recovered from his serious injury, and the congenital death of Zhenyan has not recovered, otherwise he would not have been so embarrassed. He shook it gently and shook off the frost all over his face. He frowned tightly and thought heavily.

Bixin was anxious and rushed forward and asked, "How's it going?" My senior sister is not a big deal, is she? The expression was full of hope, and a jade hand had put on Gan Ping's little arm. His expression moved slightly, and he ignored the eager blue heart. Gan Ping pulled his arm away from the delicate jade hand without a trace. "It's a little tricky. Your senior sister's cultivation of Sen Luo Hanbing is really too domineering. After so many years of practice, she has accumulated countless dark wounds, all of which have been pressured by her. Now she has been devoured back. It's like a long embankment of an ant nest, which collapses in an instant.

Bixin took a step back with an "ah". She knew that her senior sister had a hidden injury, but she didn't expect it to be so serious. At present, I'm afraid it's not hundreds of thousands of miles away from her sect. If she wants to plead with the elders of the sect for treatment, it will take several days. Thinking of this, Bixin hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Gan Ping's wrist. "Please, take me and my senior sister back to Su Nvzong. I immediately went to beg the master to take out the nine-turn heart-protecting elixir to treat the senior sister, please..." There was already a crying sound between the words.

As soon as he raised his eyebrows, Gan Ping was slightly surprised. The nine-turn heart-protecting elixir was a second-grade elixir, which was extremely rare. He didn't expect that Bixin could ask for such elixir. He couldn't help but be a little surprised. Alas, it's not that I don't want to take you there, but that your Su Nvzong is too far away from here. At the speed of the shuttle, it can't be reached for ten days and a half, but your senior sister's injury has reached an extremely serious situation, which is difficult to support.

When Bi Xin, who was crying, heard this, she couldn't help but feel sad. She turned to the ground and sobbed, "If the senior sister hadn't been to hunt the nine-tailed fire scorpion, she wouldn't have caused internal injury. Whoo, the Moye brothers really deserve to die..." Gan Ping heard Bi Xin's words and his heart moved slightly, as if he wanted to What happened? He turned around and squatted down and asked, "Your senior sister cultivated the ultimate mana of the water system. What's the use of hunting the inner elixir of the nine-tailed fire scorpion?" Gan Ping's heart is also a little strange. Generally speaking, this skill of tenderness and ice attributes is incompatible with this fire genus Neidan. Why do you risk hunting this nine-tailed fire scorpion?