Qiao Feng shouted loudly.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly he exerted his palm force and hit the old monk's vest.

But under the push of Qiao Feng's palm wind, the old monk floated forward several feet like a kite, still holding two corpses with both hands, and three of them were light and not as flesh and blood.

Qiao Feng jumped out of the window and saw the old monk holding two corpses and walking straight up the mountain. Qiao Feng accelerated his pace and could catch up with him in just three steps. Unexpectedly, the old monk's light skills were truly something he had never seen in his life, as if he had evil magic.

Qiao Feng ran hard, feeling the mountain wind blew like a knife, and he knew that he was running at a very fast speed, but he was always two or three feet away from the old monk, and he kept slapping his palms, always slapping.

The old monk turned east and west in the middle of the barren mountain, and arrived at a plain land in the forest. He placed the two corpses under a tree, and sat cross-legged. He sat behind the two corpses, and pressed his palms against the vests of the corpses. As soon as he sat down, Qiao Feng had arrived.

Seeing that the old monk washaved in a different manner, Qiao Feng refused to go forward and took action. He only heard the old monk.

"I will carry them around for a while, and my bloodline will be surging."

Qiao Feng almost didn't believe in his ears, and gave the dead a bloodline. What does that mean?

The words are smooth.

"Like bloodline?"

The old monk.

"They have too much internal injuries and must first make them sleep with turtle breathing before trying to rescue them."

Qiao Feng felt a stern.

"Is my father not dead? He... is he treating his father's injuries? How can I beat someone to death first and then treat him? "

Not long after, Jiumozhi, Xuansheng, Xuanmio and the people on the Shenshan arrived one after another, and wisps of white air suddenly appeared above the heads of the two corpses.

The old monk turned the two corpses around, faced them, and then pulled the two corpses into each other with four hands.

The old monk walked slowly around the second corpse, and kept reaching out to pat it. Sometimes he shot a shot on the "Dazhui acupoint" of Xiaoyuanshan, and sometimes he hit Murong Bo's "Yuzheng acupoint" and saw that the white air above the second corpse's head became stronger and stronger.

After another cup of tea, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's bodies trembled slightly at the same time.

Xiao Feng was surprised and shouted.

"Dad!"

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo slowly opened their eyes, looked at each other, and then closed them. But seeing Xiao Yuanshan's face blushed, there was a faint green air on Murong Bo's face.

Only then did everyone realize that the old monk had just hit the two people in the Sutra Pavilion, but it was just that they temporarily stopped breathing and their hearts were not beating. It was a method to cure major internal injuries.

Many people with advanced internal skills have practiced the "turtle breathing" method, but it is incredible that it is to stop breathing automatically and to slap others in a palm to stop breathing without death.

Since this old monk was kind, he could have said it clearly in advance, why did he make such a big joke? It made Qiao Feng so scared and angry that he was even more tired that he was hit by Qiao Feng's palm and bleed in blood?

Everyone's hearts were filled with doubts, but when the old monk turned his palm with concentration, no one dared to ask.

Gradually, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's breathing sounded from low to heavy, and became more and more heavy. As Xiao Yuanshan's face gradually turned red, and later it would be bleeding, Murong Bo's face became bluer and blue, so she was so scared of people.

Everyone onlookers knew that one was that the yang energy was too strong and the virtual fire was rushing up, while the other was that the yin energy was too strong and the wind and cold were blocked inside.
Chapter completed!