() Chu Lang turned several corners, his head felt heavy, and he felt dizzy. Chu Lang still underestimated the side effects of using the Ice Spirit Finger. The power was very powerful, but it was a lose-lose strategy.
Chu Lang hadn't noticed anything just now, but after walking for a while, his body was weak and his steps were heavy, and his legs were a little weak. Chu Lang regretted using Bing Ling because he was feeling dizzy at the moment and found it difficult to hold on.
Chu Lang's eyes swept around, looking for a safe place. If he met someone from the Qilin Alliance at this moment, any disciple dressed in blue could easily take care of Chu Lang.
Chu Lang saw an alley with an open courtyard. He couldn't hold on anymore. Chu Lang didn't care if there was any danger inside, so he rushed in. As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, bang! Chu Lang fainted on the ground without any consciousness.
An old man slowly walked out of the yard and was a little surprised to see Chu Lang fainting on the ground.
The old man murmured to himself: "How does he know I live here, strange?"
"Hey, the energy in the body is weak, and the true energy is wandering like silk, as if the power has been dissipated, how could this happen?" The old man sent out his spiritual consciousness to sense the surroundings, and found that the nearby alleys were full of disciples of the Qilin Alliance searching. Could it be that
I'm looking for this guy.
"This guy escaped from the hands of the Lord of Hell last night, and today he went to provoke the people of the Qilin Alliance. He is really tired of living." The old man cursed in a low voice and dragged Chu Lang into the house.
Putting him on the bed, he immediately poured out a green pill from the small bottle in his arms and threw it directly into Chu Lang's mouth. Then he poured a glass of warm water and fed him a few mouthfuls. Seeing that Chu Lang had no other injuries, the old man
He slowly exhaled a breath.
After half a stick of incense, probably under the influence of the medicine, Chu Lang slowly opened his eyes, and his consciousness came to him. He saw himself lying on a bed. He got up from the bed in excitement, but he hadn't started yet.
His hands went limp and he fell down on the bed again.
"Boy, don't move around. The Qi in your body is weak and you need to take a good rest. There are some miraculous medicines here. You can take one pill every two hours and then sit quietly and do your exercises. This will help you restore the Qi in your body." An old voice said.
It sounded next to Chu Lang.
Chu Lang looked sideways and said in shock: "It's you, why are you here?"
It turned out that the person who saved Chu Lang was the old beggar he met at the foot of Lingqiu Peak that day. At that time, he also caused hatred between himself and the young master of the Luo Sect, and gave him an inexplicable black iron token.
"Of course it's me. If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid you would have been dead at this moment. You didn't die last night, and today you went to provoke people from the Qilin Alliance and asked, what's going on? There were people from the Qilin Alliance everywhere just now.
Man, I just have to dig three feet into the ground to dig you out and whip your corpse." The old man said in a displeased tone and coldly snorted.
Chu Lang took a bottle of medicine from the old man's hand, poured a pill and swallowed it, and cooperated with the movement of zhenqi to slowly dissolve some of the scars on his body and the injuries caused by the old man in blue. The most important thing was to slowly restore the lost zhenqi.
gas.
After burning a stick of incense, Chu Lang finished his exercise. He opened his eyes and saw that the old man had not walked away. He cupped his fists and said, "I will never thank you for your kindness. I will help you as much as I can in the future."
Chu Lang slowly stood up and sorted out the snow stains and messy clothes on his body. He couldn't help but feel a little lonely in his heart. Helping others almost made him fall into trouble. He secretly made up his mind that he would definitely find what he had today.
place.
But is the old man in blue dead? If he is, Chu Lang feels at ease. After all, all the infuriating energy is consumed. If it still can't kill the Xiantian realm warrior, then it is better to use less in the future, otherwise it may not be as good as the next time.
Good luck.
"I shouldn't be meddlesome. I taught an evil Qilin Alliance disciple a lesson. I didn't expect that guy to be Bai Meng's subordinate. I was unlucky to meet a guy who protects the Lord, so they came to trouble me, so I had no choice but to take action.
I didn't expect that there was a powerful guy in the Xiantian realm, and I almost escaped with my life." Chu Lang was still frightened, and he was afraid that he would simply tell what happened in the morning.
"Okay, I know you kid thinks you are a chivalrous person. You can't survive in this world just by being righteous. In the future, you have to consider whether you have the ability to do good. Otherwise, you will lose your life if you don't get it."
He frowned and finally warned.
"Who are you? Why are you so nice to me? Yesterday, you knew I was in danger, and you specifically asked Xiang Ye to save me. Today, you saved me again." Chu Lang didn't know this old man at all, so he asked
road.
"Is he okay?" the old man sighed and said leisurely.
Although the old man's clothes are sloppy, his face is old, and he is taller than Chu Lang, his graceful and generous demeanor makes people feel that he is strong-willed. If it weren't for his long beard, disheveled hair, and disheveled clothes, he would really be a model of Confucianism.
"Who is he you are talking about?" Chu Lang was stunned and asked.
"That old immortal Lin Rongfu."
"Smelly old man, shut up. Don't talk nonsense. Mr. Lin is the person I respect the most. You must not curse him." Chu Lang's face changed slightly and he shouted angrily.
"Haha...haha...haha, okay, okay, okay..." The old man suddenly laughed, ecstatic, and almost burst into tears at the end of his laughter.
Chu Lang was a little stunned and looked at the old man in silence, not knowing why.
"I'm very pleased that you can protect him like this. He is my brother. How could I curse him?" The old man touched his wrinkled face with his dirty sleeves and said with emotion.
"Stop talking in circles. Who are you? Do you know Mr. Lin?" Chu Lang was suspicious, and slowly stood up cross-legged and leaned on the edge of the bed.
"My name is Zhang Yue. Together with Lin Rongfu, he is one of the twelve elite Yunqi members of your Chu family. He should have told you about this." Zhang Yue said with a nostalgic look on his face.
"What, you, Mr. Zhang, are still alive. For so many years, Mr. Lin and I thought that you had disappeared or even passed away." Chu Lang was so excited that he struggled to get out of bed.
Zhang Yue stepped forward to stop Chu Lang, restrained him and said: "Young master, don't be excited, not only am I still alive, but the other brothers are also still alive. They have been looking for the young master, hoping to recreate the glory of the Chu family in the past.
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Twelve years ago, something unexpected happened to the Chu family, and they were attacked by a group of people in black. At that time, the Chu family fled in all directions, but they still suffered heavy casualties. There were only three of the twelve elite Yunqi elites who were the most secretive in the Chu family's history.
In the Chu family, other people went out to do business, so in the end they lost track and lost contact.
At that time, Zhang Yue, Liu Jin, and Lin Rongfu were all in the Chu family. The situation was urgent. After some discussion, the three of them decided that Zhang Yue and Liu Jin would break up, giving Lin Rongfu and Chu Lang a chance to escape. For so many years, Chu Lang thought that
Zhang Yue and Liu Jin are no longer alive.
Lin Rongfu only told Chu Lang about this after he grew up. Chu Lang had never met the twelve elite Yunqi elites, so even if Zhang Yue stood in front of Chu Lang, Chu Lang would not be able to recognize him.
The twelve elite Yunqi elites of the Chu family have existed since the ancestors of Chu Yuan. They are the people who have been carefully cultivated and protected by the Chu family for thousands of years. Each generation of the twelve elite Yunqi elites are looking for their own successors.
People teach unique martial arts to extend their lives.
Among the twelve elite cloud riders of Lin Rongfu's generation, Zhang Yue is the oldest, followed by Lin Rongfu, followed by Liu Jin, Hua Longkong, Qiu Lingxin, Li Linghai, Jin Ming, Hou Yun, Mu Qinyu, Mu Lengyun, Yun Jinquan, and Si Lin.
month, a total of twelve people.
Although Zhang Yue is the oldest, his martial arts skills among the twelve fine miles are not the highest. Lin Rongfu has the lowest martial arts skills among the twelve people. After all, for Chu Lang's survival for so many years, not only has he delayed his training, but he has to give it to him after a period of time.
Chu Lang conveys true energy and maintains Chu Lang's vitality.
"Mr. Zhang, have you met Mr. Lin?" Chu Lang calmed down his excitement and looked at Zhang Yue and asked eagerly.
"I only recently learned that you have been hiding in the Tianming Sword Sect for so many years. You were originally going to go up the mountain to find Lin Rongfu, an old immortal. But I heard someone said that he was captured by the Qilin Alliance, so you hid here.
I have to find a way to rescue him, but on the other hand, I am worried that if you know the news, you will rescue him alone regardless of the danger." Zhang Yue smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Obviously, Mr. Zhang, you guessed it right. If you hadn't secretly rescued me, I might have been involved. It's all my fault for being incompetent and unable to rescue Mr. Lin." Chu Lang said with a melancholy look on his face.
"Young Master, don't say that. The path to martial arts requires years and months of hard work. There is no way it can be achieved overnight. With the current qualifications of the Young Master, he may not be able to achieve the achievements of your ancestor Chu Yuan in the future." Zhang Yue waved his hand to comfort Chu Lang.
road.
"Mr. Zhang, are the other members of the Twelve Yunqi also near Eastern Xinjiang?" Chu Lang suddenly thought that if he could find a few more Yunqi elites to come, he might have a higher chance of rescuing Lin Rongfu.
"There are only two people who are still in Eastern Xinjiang, but they are practicing at a key point at the moment. It is not convenient for us to go and disturb them now. We need two of us to find a way to save Mr. Lin." Zhang Yue shook his head and said.
Chu Lang was not too disappointed. With Zhang Yue here, although this guy's martial arts was not the highest among the twelve people, Chu Lang did not think that his martial arts was low.