1149.Nine Yang Casting God Third Level 1

Leng Xuan glanced at Xiuxiu beside him. The girl looked at the body of her master with a pale face, and her eyes had lost their vitality. When her eyes touched Leng Xuan, a trace of panic flashed across her eyes. Leng Xuan sighed softly and said, "Let's go."

After following Feng Ji to a spacious bedroom, Feng Ji immediately called a few disciples and asked them to properly place Bai Fang's body and bury it in two days. Then, she looked at the frightened Xiuxiu and said: "You are Xiao Qing'er's biological sister. Her life and death are unpredictable now, so I won't embarrass you. From today on, you are no longer a disciple of our Five Color Sect. You Go back, pack your bags, go down the mountain, and never come back again. If your sister can be saved, I will tell her about you." After saying that, she turned her head and stopped talking to Xiuxiu, with a look on her face. There is a hint of sadness and sadness.

After hearing this, Xiuxiu's eyes flashed with complicated expressions. She looked at Mu Qingqing, who had fallen into a coma, gritted her teeth gently, and then turned around and left the bedroom. Leng Xuan looked at her actions and shook his head slightly. Her choice to leave at this time meant that she had completely given up on the sisterly relationship with Mu Qingqing.

Leng Xuan walked to Mu Qingqing's side and asked Feng Ji: "Master Feng, do you know what type of poison Mu Qingqing was poisoned with? Is there any chance to help her detoxify?"

Feng Ji shook her head and said helplessly: "When it comes to poison techniques, my junior sister and I are almost the same. But over the years, I have been busy managing the sect, while she spent all her time studying poison techniques, so She is a bit better at poison than me. I still need to check the poison she has newly developed carefully. But, to be honest, I am not sure that I can save Xiao Qing'er." At this point, she couldn't help but sigh.

Leng Xuan said in a deep voice: "Master Feng, if you need any help, just ask. I..." Before he could finish his words, his knees suddenly weakened and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and was in time. He grabbed the bedpost beside him. Feeling the weakness and soreness all over his body, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and the side effects of the third transformation of crying blood finally took effect.

Seeing his appearance, Feng Ji immediately asked with concern: "Brother Leng, are you okay? Were you injured when you attacked my junior sister? Do you want me to call a doctor from the sect to take a look at you?"

Leng Xuan waved his hand and said, "No need, I have my own way to treat it. Master Feng Sect, could you please arrange a quiet room for me?"

"No problem, I'll ask someone to take you there." After saying that, Feng Ji immediately called two disciples. Leng Xuan thanked him, and then said: "Master Feng Sect, from now to this time tomorrow, please don't let anyone disturb me, otherwise it will affect my recovery."

"Don't worry, I will notify you. You have a good rest." With Feng Ji's assurance, Leng Xuan left the bedroom under the leadership of two disciples. After not walking far, he came to a quiet courtyard with an elegant wooden house. After Leng Xuan entered the house, he asked the two disciples to do him a favor and get him a large wooden barrel. After that, he closed the door.

Taking out the storage bottle from his arms, Leng Xuan poured the hot spring water containing spiritual power into the wooden barrel, then took off his corroded clothes and sat in the wooden barrel. Feeling the nourishment of spiritual power in the water, Leng Xuan felt warm all over. He exhaled, closed his eyes, and used all his strength to run the Nine-Yang God-casting Technique.