164, master and apprentice become mandarin duck

"Eden of Nangong, as an elder, you can't talk like an ordinary disciple without paying attention to the influence. Fortunately, there are no outsiders here, otherwise, do you know what kind of impact your words will have if they spread out? Yang Feng asked slowly and in a reasonable manner.

"What kind of impact do you want to say?"

"Is Gu Xuan a foreign enemy? You are forcing the ancient Xuandao to be hostile to the Xuanqi Temple and move closer to the Xuanqi Temple. If the strength of the Xuan Temple does not grow, the ambition will also expand. What do you think this will affect the Xuanqi Temple? As an elder, you have to have a little overall view. You can't say what you want to say happily like ordinary disciples.

The tone was respectful, and the word "you" never left his mouth, but Yang Feng's words damaged the elder Nangong very much. The old man was so angry that he was thrown by his own uncle with an eye knife and said nothing.

"I should take full responsibility for Han Jing's case and let her go." Yang Feng asked again.

Before Han Jing's consciousness fell into darkness, she tried to turn her head in the direction of Yang Feng and wanted to engrave his tall and straight figure in her heart.

"I should take full responsibility and let her go!"

This sentence sounded like thunder in Han Jing's mind until her consciousness completely fell into darkness.

A row of chairs leaning against the outer edge of the scaffold was originally empty, and I don't know when a thin old man appeared. That's the Taishang Elder, one of the five giants of the Xuanqi Temple. When he was found, the whole people on the platform closed their mouths and saluted him together.

Yang Feng's master Yu Youmin appeared at this time and bowed to the old man sitting on the chair: "Yu Youmin, the master of the palace, see the elder."

"This is really an eventful autumn. Internal and external troubles. Is the Xuanqi Temple going downhill?"

The execution platform is like a thunder god venting his fierce anger. The thunder is rolling, and the light of thunder and lightning is freely scratching down. The power of thunder and lightning is diffused with thunder, and the dazzling light is bright, and there is an electric arc tossed in it.

Even in this case, the whispers of the elders clearly appear in everyone's ears. Even Han Jing was awakened by this sound.

Looking forward in a daze, Han Jing had the delicateness of waking up from a nap at home many years ago. Immediately, she fell into a coma again because she was too seriously injured.

Yang Feng knelt down with a "plop" and knocked on the ground with a heavy head and said, "Everage, please let Fenger be tortured instead of Han Jing, although there is no regret after death!"

"This matter needs to be discussed in the long-term. You can take her to Wuyou Valley to wait for the judgment first." Feng is still silent, but no one dares to jump out and question his decision.

Yang Feng quickly ran forward to get Han Jing down from the bronze pillar and swept down the scaffold like a gust of wind. But the orientation of his platform is different from when he came, and he went straight down from the left.

is also a lightning ladder hanging down, and down is a gray valley.

The disciples of Shougu are more like rock monsters, and their skins are covered with that gray color. The thunder ladder fell, and their expressions were still dull. When Yang Feng came down with Han Jing, they didn't know which of them said feebly, "No. 37."

Entering from the mouth of the valley is another time and space, which is a little strangely quiet. There is no sound of birds, no insects, no sound of wind passing the tip of the grass, and no longer sense of people or things outside the valley.

Walk along a road paved with black and white stones and go deep into the hinterland of the valley. There are some stone houses on both sides that have no beauty, but the age is a little old. Weeds grow in the cracks of the stone, and there are moss on the surface of the wall, which is even more ugly.

Yang Feng was quite familiar with the situation in the valley and took Han Jing directly to a separate stone house in the depths of the hinterland. The door sign was "No. 37".

When I opened the door, a gloomy and turbid smell came to my face. In contrast, it was more comfortable to stay outside. However, Yang Feng quickly entered the door with Han Jing and quickly closed the door, as if he was afraid that the gloomy and turbid air would emanate.

The curved lightning is still swimming on the surface of her cold body. Many of her skin is burned by the lightning, and the mask on her face rises with the skin and flesh rolled over her neck. Yang Feng had expected that her situation would be bad. When he explored the thunder in her Dantian, no matter how optimistic he was, he was worried that she would be abolished.

Is it good for Dantian with ice attributes to be invaded by thunder and lightning energy? Even Yang Feng himself did not dare to attract thunder without preparation.

"Jing, I will save you. Don't be afraid."

Reaching out his hand to smooth Han Jing's frown, Yang Feng began to absorb the thunder from Han Jing's body. His hands inadvertently swam on Han Jing. He had no distractions and just wanted to quickly clean up the thunder and lightning energy inside and outside her body.

The thunder that swims outside is easy to clean up. The trouble is that the thunder that enters Hanjing Dantian is entangled with the ice soul sword power. If you want to clean it up, you have to remove it with the sword power. With Yang Feng's strength, there is no way to clean up the sword without hurting her.

Forcibly removing it will damage Hanjing Dantian, which is a fundamental injury.

If you continue to delay, let Lei Guang fight with Jianweilong, and Hanjing's Dantian will be damaged as well.

Ask a master to treat Han Jing? How to explain the sword power in her body? If the elders have an idea about the ice sword, she may not be able to save her life.

"Jing, what should I do?" Yang Feng hesitated and regretted that he should not push Han Jing into such a dangerous situation.

As if she heard Yang Feng's call, Han Jing woke up and asked weakly, "Am I dead?" She tried to open her eyes and said confusedly, "Is this hell?"

"It's a fairyland. Jing, you're not dead. You won't die." Gently removing the mask destroyed by the fire, Yang Feng said gently, "Don't be afraid, I will find a way to cure you."

"It hurts!" Han Jing cried. Strong as her, her nose can't help being sore at this time.

Impulsively, Yang Feng actually lowered his head and kissed the tears that kept flowing with his lips.

She twisted her body feebly, and Han Jing cried even more sadly: "It hurts, thunder is splitting in it. Whoo, I can't stand it. Let me die."

"No, put up with it, Jing, I'll find someone to save you and hold on." He can't take care of anything. Yang Feng really wants to slap himself a few times. He has no scruples now and just wants to save Han Jing.

"Don't go, wow, if you leave, I will definitely die." Her mouth hurts and her throat hurts. Han Jing tried her best to get out of these words and her eyes were dry and bleeding.

"Okay, don't talk, I won't go." He hugged Han Jing skillfully. At this moment, Yang Feng had no evil thoughts. He just hugged her and wanted to comfort her and dig his mind to save Han Jing under limited conditions.

A sudden thought flashed, and Yang Feng's heart stopped.

In fact, there is another way to save Han Jing, that is, the two are * repair partners. He happened to know a set of * secrets of high-order thunder and ice attributes.

In fact, there are also precedents of high-level monks receiving female disciples, but they are all masters and apprentices.

After thinking about it, it seems that only this set of skills is the most suitable for Han Jing's current state, but Yang Feng is difficult to speak.

"I'm so thirsty!"

Han Jing sounded with a crying voice, which was simply testing Yang Feng's self-control.

"I'll get the water. You lie down first." Gently putting Han Jing on the stone couch in the corner of the room, Yang Feng said, "I won't go far." She still refused to let go, and he had to hold it.

There is a river in Wuyou Valley, but the water can't be drunk. It is very poisonous. Yang Feng didn't consider it at all. However, even if there is enough water, he can't give Han Jing a drink. No matter how much water she drinks in her current state, she can't solve the problem.

He picked a sparkling fungus in the corner of the room and squeezed juice into Han Jing's mouth. This mushroom is called Wuyou bacteria, which is the only thing that can be eaten in Wuyou Valley. It is also the source of the damp and turbid smell in the room, which can resolve the harmful substances to the human body in the gray air outside the house.

From the Xuanqi Temple occupying Wuyou Valley to now, for such a long time, no one has understood what the gray matter in Wuyou Valley is, only that the body harmed by that substance will be petrified.

The disciples guarding Wuyou Valley are a hard job, but the remuneration is high. Usually, those disciples who know that they have no hope of advancement and hope to undertake the task of guarding Wuyou Valley.

The people imprisoned in Wuyou Valley are all dangerous elements that can't be killed or let go, and they are allowed to live and die in the valley. Throwing Han Jing in, Feng also had the idea of allowing her to live and die in the valley.

That drop of phosphorous bacterial juice is as good as a drop of water for the body as cold as a fire, which has little effect. Her throat is still so thirsty that she can't even bleed. Soon, she could only open her mouth like a dying fish but couldn't make a sound.

Is there any other way to treat Han Jing?

Can she wait?

The two ideas flashed alternately, and Yang Feng persuaded himself. How to convince Han Jing, but he is in trouble.

Han Jing, who entered a semi-coma state again, pulled away her clothes, and the scars after being burned by lightning on the new-scale jade rabbit were so shocking.

"Does it hurt?" Yang Feng leaned down and asked a whisper.

Han Jing happened to wake up at this time, smiled miserably, and couldn't spit out a word.

"I can help you heal the wound, but we need it, cough." Feeling that it was taking advantage of people's danger, Yang Feng really couldn't say the words "* Xiu" behind.

Han Jing, who seemed to understand the things between men and women, stretched out her arms and hooked Yang Feng's neck, and the tip of her tongue stretched out to lick her dry lips.

"Is it okay?" Yang Feng asked. He thought Han Jing could understand, but Han Jing blinked again.

Looking at Yang Feng's wide clothes, revealing her body full of masculinity, Han Jing wanted to scream. In fact, she still stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked her lips.

The body was hit by lightning energy, and her senses were numb. Han Jing didn't even feel the pain of being penetrated somewhere in her body. Soon after, the lightning energy in Dantian began to be attracted by some external force, and the pressure of Dantian, who was bursting, was relieved. She knew that she was saved and would not die!