In the room.

Feng Ruohai's face was pale, and he was wearing only a middle-clothed shirt, sitting cross-legged on the bed, circulating his internal energy over and over again, and purple mist rose up on his body, which was extremely cold.

In the air around him, a large amount of water mist began to appear, clusters of condensed together.

Soon, the entire head was covered with white mist.

puff!

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his body trembled, and he almost collapsed on the bed.

"What a cold palm power, what kind of palm technique is this?"

His lips were blue and his heart was shocked.

When I thought of what happened that night, I felt a little shocked.

Who is calculating on himself?

Xiaoyao Villa is quite famous in the world and never offends others easily. Why did the other party attack him so much?

Looking at the secret letter on the table, his eyes flashed and he was frightened and furious.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, a knock on the door came.

"Who, didn't you say you wouldn't bother me?"

The wind Ruohai said in a low voice.

"Uncle San, it's me."

Fengli's voice came out.

"Feng Li?"

Feng Ruohai's face moved slightly, he immediately got out of bed, put on his coat, and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, a cold and white air rushed out.

Feng Li couldn't help but frowned.

What a yin and cold breath!

The air in Uncle San’s room was cold, as if it was in the middle of winter.

Didn’t he practice the flame knife? Why is it so cold?

Zhang Yuan also looked suspiciously and looked at Feng Ruohai deeply.

This is a man in his forties, wearing a purple robe, with a bright face, three long beards, black hair as ink, and somewhat similar to Feng Li, but his face was obviously an unhealthy white.

"Is it because of the invasion of the cold and cold force?"

Zhang Yuan thought to himself.

"Xiao Li, why are you here?"

Feng Ruohai asked.

"I passed by here and wanted to live here for a while, but I heard that you were hit hard. I came here to see what happened to Uncle San?"

Feng Li asked with concern.

Feng Ruohai shook his head and said, "You'd better not know about this, even I'm just a little bit more understanding now."

"Uncle San, do you still treat me as a toddler?"

Feng Li said in a low voice.

Feng Ruohai's face was stunned, and he smiled bitterly, saying, "Okay, then you can come in."

He called Feng Li into the room, suddenly looked at Zhang Yuan in confusion, and asked, "What is this young man?"

"This is my friend, Zhang Yuan, the 21st-ranked man on the list."

Feng Li said.

"I've met senior."

Zhang Yuan smiled.

"It turns out that he is a talented man, and he is lucky."

Feng Ruohai's face turned solemn and bowed.

"Don't dare."

Zhang Yuan smiled and returned the greeting. After entering the room, he suddenly asked, "Senior Feng, what's going on with your injury? I seemed to feel a sensation of coldness."

Feng Li also looked at Feng Ruohai.

Feng Ruohai's face turned pale, he nodded slowly, and said with a wry smile: "To be honest, I still don't know what's going on in this matter."

He told Feng Li and Zhang Yuanwei.

The incident was the night before yesterday, just after the second day, he was ready to rest after finishing his daily practice.

But unexpectedly, when he just returned to the bedroom, an iron arrow shot into his room, with a secret letter attached to it.

His face changed at that time and he chased after him immediately, but he still couldn't find who the person who ejaculated the letter was.

With suspicion, he returned to the room and took down the secret letter from the arrow.

But I didn't say anything important above, I only had one sentence.

[At the third update, the apricot forest outside the city].

He was afraid that he would have encountered a kidnapping case at that time.

Perhaps it was a junior in the family who was tied up and wanted to pay the ransom.

I didn't dare to delay too much, so I left the city to go to Xingzi Forest that night.

But what surprised him was that deep in the apricot forest, the figures were shaking, and he was far more than him.

He had no idea what was going on, and he encountered a plot.

He was hit on the back by a vicious palm force. Fortunately, he practiced the magical skill of the Flame Sword, and his internal strength was originally as hot as fire, and it was endless, so he saved his life.

Immediately, I turned around and squeezed my palm, and then ran back overnight.

But he was afraid that the man would come to the door again to know that he was seriously injured, so he kept ordering the guards to not tell anyone, and even the doctor did not invite him.

Originally, he wanted to use his own skills to resolve the cold and cold body.

However, after these two days, the yin and cold power in the body not only failed to dissipate, but became stronger and stronger, penetrated into the internal organs and bone marrow, and was extremely painful.

In his plan, if the cold poison cannot be suppressed, he will return to Xiaoyao Villa overnight and ask his elder brother to take action.

"I see."

Zhang Yuan suddenly bowed and smiled and said, "Senior Feng, I wonder if I can let me see your injuries?"

Feng Ruohai hesitated slightly and nodded, "Okay."

Since you are a hero on the list, you may be able to help yourself and relieve your pain.

He took off his clothes and exposed his back.

The entire back was covered with black purple, and there was no perfect place.

At the position of the back shoulder blade, a deep palm is imprinted there, showing a black black.

Zhang Yuan's eyes were solemn.

"What a terrible palm power."

The evil spirit spread so much that it invaded the entire back, and I had never seen this palm technique before.

He used the Nine Yang True Qi and pressed it towards Feng Ruohai's back. The Nine Yang True Qi continued to pour into Feng Ruohai's body.

Feng Ruohai's face was stunned, and he suddenly felt an extremely warm force. The eight extraordinary meridians were filled in an instant, and his body was warm and indescribable comfort, just like the scorching sun appeared in the middle of winter, dispelling all the cold and yin and cold.

"What a pure true energy, is this young master Zhang practicing the authentic Shaolin?"

He was secretly shocked.

It can be clearly felt that the cold and cold in the body is constantly eliminating, and a stream of cold and cold air slowly overflows along the pores.

The other party’s true energy is more masculine and pure than the flame sword that he has practiced hard for more than twenty years!

The ranking of the people list is true.

Zhang Yuan also pressed his other palm against Feng Ruohai's back, and the true energy continued to pour in. The purple purple on Feng Ruohai's back was reduced by the naked eye.

Even the black palm prints on the back shoulder blades are gradually fading.

After a full cup of tea, Zhang Yuan finally stopped.

The black purple and palm prints on Feng Ruohai's back all disappeared.

"Thank you, Young Master Zhang, for your kindness and kindness, and I will never forget it."
To be continued...