Text Chapter 499 Monk Guixu

"Aotian, what's going on? How could you be hurt?"

There was a bit of chaos in the Ye family mansion at this time, because Ye Aotian came back seriously injured.

Ye Aotian, this is the young generation that Ye Shiqing values ​​the most, and now he is seriously injured, Ye Shiqing is naturally very angry. However, Ye Shiqing also knew that the most important thing at the moment was to heal Ye Aotian's injuries. Fortunately, Ye Aotian's senior brothers and sisters were all here, so it was expected that Ye Aotian's injuries would not be serious.

"Mr. Ye, the condition of Aotian's injury is not optimistic." Ye Aotian's senior brother Dan Hu Zhongsheng said, "If it's just an injury, that's it. The key is that the junior brother was poisoned. That person's poison palm kung fu is extremely vicious, even the secret weapon of the master's sect The antidote pills are of no use."

The monk in gray clothes opened the clothes on Ye Aotian's chest, and sure enough, there was a clear black palm print on Ye Aotian's chest, just like a death mark left by a ghost in the dark world. However, this is not the mark of ghosts and ghosts, but the mark left by the poisonous palm——

Qin Lang’s poisonous palm!

Although Qin Lang's realm has not reached the realm of inner breath, after practicing magic skills, his phaseless poison body's physique has been improved again. He actually successfully penetrated the poison into the palm of his hand, and then hit Ye Aotian with a palm.

The poison of the formless poison body is colorless and formless, and is not like any poison in the world.

So, naturally there is no antidote.

The antidote pills of the Emei Sect are of course ineffective.

However, Qin Lang's Poison Palm Kung Fu is still very shallow, so Ye Aotian was not deeply poisoned. Otherwise, even ten Ye Aotians would be dead by now.

You know, Qin Lang's practice of phaseless poison skills feeds on hundreds of poisons.

"Then...send to the hospital quickly!" Ye Shiqing was a little confused for a moment.

Ye Aotian is the hope of the Ye family. The Ye family has finally given birth to a martial arts genius who has the potential to enter the Wuxuan level. Naturally, Ye Shiqing cannot just watch him die of poisoning.

"Mr. Ye, I'm afraid the doctors in the hospital can't do anything about this. It will only be counterproductive." Hu Zhongsheng sighed.

"Don't worry, Mr. Ye. I have already informed the master. Aotian's master will be here soon, and there will be a way to cure him by then. What's more, even if we use up all the elixirs of our Emei Sect, I will We have to save him!" said the black-robed female Taoist nun next to Ye Aotian.

"Who is this Jurchen?" Ye Shiqing turned his attention to the Taoist nun in black.

"I am Aotian's senior sister, Li Daiying, and my father is the master of the sect, Haichan Zhenren." The Taoist nun in black said proudly.

Ye Shiqing nodded slightly. The old guy's eyes were so powerful that he could naturally tell that Taoist nun Li Daiying in black had feelings for Ye Aotian. If this happened, Ye Aotian would definitely not die, and the Emei Sect would definitely use all kinds of elixirs to detoxify Ye Aotian. Although the Emei Sect is a Jianghu sect, its thousands of years of inheritance and rich foundation are definitely not comparable to that of the Ye family. For example, the Ye family also has a little bit of elixirs, but compared to the Emei sect, it is simply incomparable.

Since the eldest lady of the Emei Sect is willing to spend elixirs to treat Ye Aotian, Ye Shiqing naturally does not need to waste the elixirs of the Ye family. After all, elixirs may not be purchased if you have money. If you can save, it is better to save a little.

Ye Shiqing's wishful thinking was indeed good. Sure enough, within an hour, Ye Aotian's master, Master Guixu, arrived at Ye's house in person.

There is something special about the Emei sect, that is, there is a mixture of monks and Taoists within the sect, and there are monks and Taoists. Ye Aotian's master, Master Guixu, is a monk, but this person is not an ordinary monk, because his cultivation has reached the level of Tongxuan, and his cultivation is much more advanced than Hu Zhongsheng and Li Daiying.

Master Guixu saluted Ye Shiqing and immediately went to check Ye Aotian's injuries. Then he said in surprise: "What kind of Poison Palm Kung Fu is this? Black Sand Palm or Iron Sand Palm? No, neither! This Poison Palm Kung Fu is too great." It’s so vicious! It’s so poisonous, I’ve never seen such a violent poison!”

Yes, the poison in Ye Aotian is not ordinary. Although Ye Aotian suppressed it with antidote and internal energy, the prints of the poisonous palm became clearer and clearer, and the color became darker and darker, and even the mass of flesh began to rot. , stinky, almost everyone can ask about an extremely unpleasant stench.

If he continued, all the flesh in front of Ye Aotian's chest might rot away.

"Uncle Guixu, what should we do?" Li Daiying asked anxiously, "Didn't I ask you to bring the elixir from Mount Emei? No matter how much elixir I waste, you must heal Junior Brother Aotian! Also, I want revenge! I want to kill that boy named Qin Lang, and his mistress, that little demon sect girl!"

"Demon sect witch?" Guixu couldn't help but frown when he heard the word "Demon sect", "What's going on? Why are people from the Demon sect involved?"

"Obviously, that boy Qin Lang belongs to the Demon Sect! Therefore, you Ye family members will be killed by him if you want to deal with him. The people of the Demon Sect are murderous, bloody and cruel - Uncle Master, don't you think so? These are important to save Junior Brother Aotian."

"Of course. I have the Emei Sect's detoxification and healing elixir here. Fortunately, Aotian only suffered superficial injuries and the poisonous gas has not yet attacked his heart. Otherwise, even Daluo Jinxian wouldn't be able to save him!" Guixu said, "But, this A piece of flesh has gone bad and must be cut off. Aotian, you have to grit your teeth and hold on!"

"Master... just do it." Ye Aotian said, "I will definitely kill that beast with my own hands!"

"Let's not talk about revenge for now, let's heal our wounds first." Guixu took action directly, holding a small knife between his fingers, and gouged out the skin around the black palm print on Ye Aotian's chest. Although Ye Aotian's acupoints had been tapped, he was still so painful that cold sweat rolled down one by one like soybeans.

"The pain of carving out flesh! Okay! I remember it! Qin Lang, you little beast, one day, I want you to die in my hands!" Ye Aotian probably turned the pain into anger and hatred at this moment. This battle with Qin Lang was indeed the most humiliating battle for Ye Aotian. With his cultivation in the Tongxuan realm, he actually lost to Qin Lang, a warrior in the body-forging realm. It was a great shame and humiliation.

Guixu applied the prepared elixir to Ye Aotian's wound, and soon the bleeding from his wound was stopped. However, it is not easy to grow back such a large piece of flesh.

"Aotian, although you lost this battle, it may not be useless for you to break through to the Wuxuan level. However, fortunately, this boy is only at the bone forging realm. If his cultivation reaches the inner breath realm, plus His Poison Palm Kungfu is so powerful, and the killing power is simply too much. I'm afraid you will be dead before I get here!" Guixu's tone was filled with fear.