"die!"

Crane Pen Elder grinned sinisterly as he unleashed the full power of the Xuanming Divine Palm, its chilling aura even freezing the surrounding grass and leaves.

Huang Yaoshi's mask even developed frost and snow, but he showed no change in expression, ignoring the Xuanming Divine Palm, and instead flicked his finger.

"Finger Flicking Divine Skill!"

"not good!"

Crane Brush Weng abruptly stopped his attack, twisting his body to the side and narrowly avoiding the Finger Flicking Divine Skill.

"Huang Yaoshi! You've gone mad!"

Crane-Pen Weng looked at Huang Yaoshi in horror, who actually wanted to exchange injuries for injuries.

If he hadn't stopped the Xuanming Divine Palm, he could have seriously injured Huang Yaoshi, but he would also have been hit by the Finger Flicking Divine Skill and would most likely have been seriously injured as well.

Hebi Weng is no fool. Living long is the right path, and exchanging injuries for injuries is foolish!

Huang Yaoshi frowned as he looked at them. He was not a pedantic person; a gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years.

The electrocardiogram showed a rapid change.

Huang Yaoshi and Hebi Weng exchanged palm strikes, unleashing the Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm!

Although Hebi Weng's Xuanming Divine Palm was extremely insidious, his internal energy could not penetrate Huang Yaoshi's body.

Using the momentum from their palm strikes, Huang Yaoshi, carrying Cheng Ying, retreated again and again.

"Trying to run? Don't even think about it!"

Crane Pen Elder immediately attacked, unleashing one Xuanming Divine Palm after another, pounding the ground until it was riddled with craters and spreading a chilling aura.

However, Huang Yaoshi's footwork was excellent, and the palm strikes all passed by his body.

Before they knew it, they had run a distance.

A horse-drawn carriage came towards us.

Hebi Weng didn't care much and casually slapped it away, trying to get rid of this troublesome thing.

But the next moment, he felt a chill run down his spine.

The power of Xuanming Palm vanished silently.

A handsome face that horrified him appeared before his eyes.

"Murong Fu!"

Crane-pen-old cried out in alarm and ran away as fast as a white crane could fly, leaving everyone speechless.

Before Ah Da and Ah Er could react, they were subdued.

Murong Fu's figure flickered.

Lingbo Weibu!

He spun around in an instant, sealing their pressure points.

"So fast!"

Huang Yaoshi was both shocked and horrified.

Murong Fu looked in the direction where Hebi Weng had disappeared and thought to himself, "Hebi Weng got away again."

Suddenly.

Cheng Ying coughed repeatedly, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"My disciple!"

Huang Yaoshi was anxious and quickly fed her several Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pills, but they had little effect.

"Let me do it."

Murong Fu came to her side and placed a palm on Cheng Ying's chest.

Huang Yaoshi was stunned. His expression changed. "You're really shameless, kid! How dare you be so disrespectful to my disciple right in front of me!"

Yes.

moment.

Cheng Ying felt a warmth emanating from her body, her face turned rosy, and her disordered breathing gradually calmed down.

"It really works!"

Huang Yaoshi was stunned once again. He had tried to transfer his internal energy to Cheng Ying, but his internal energy attribute was mixed and could not dispel the cold energy.

Now, Murong Fu only made a slight move, which made Cheng Ying feel much better.

Murong Fu withdrew his hand and said, "The cold has already seeped into her heart and lungs, and it will be difficult to eradicate it in a short time. We need to expel the cold from her every day and persist for a month before she can fully recover."

"Will it take a month?"

Huang Yaoshi frowned. He regarded Cheng Ying as his daughter, so how could he let Cheng Ying stay with Murong Fu for a month?

By then, I fear my disciple will have already taken the form of Murong Fu… no, he already is already the form of Murong Fu.

Huang Yaoshi felt helpless and blamed himself for being careless.

"Are there any other options?"

"Of course there is. There is an extremely powerful and yang-based martial art, the Nine Yang Divine Skill. However, this skill cannot be mastered in just a few days. Besides, I have no relation to this young lady..."

Murong Fu hesitated before speaking.

Huang Yaoshi said, "What do you want? Do you want me to kneel down and beg you?"

Murong Fu shook his head and smiled, "That won't be necessary. Out of respect for you, senior, I will pass on this martial art to your disciple without expecting anything in return. I will also help him dispel the cold, but he will need to stay with me day and night. Once he has mastered the art, he can leave. Is that alright?"

Huang Yaoshi listened in silence, knowing that sending his disciple to follow Murong Fu was tantamount to sending a lamb to the slaughter.

By the time my disciple leaves, he will likely already be one of Murong Fu's men.

Huang Yaoshi pondered for a moment and said, "I need to get my disciple's consent. Although I am his master, I cannot make a decision for him."

Murong Fu looked down at Cheng Ying. Her eyes were closed, her face was rosy like a sunset, her breathing was steady, but her chest was rising and falling.

Murong Fu chuckled to himself; this girl was pretending to be asleep.

“Senior, then let it go. How can a mere life be compared to your disciple’s innocence? To sacrifice one’s innocence for the sake of healing is truly inappropriate,” Murong Fu said earnestly.

After saying that, Murong Fu turned to leave.

Huang Yaoshi became anxious and said, "Boy! You've won. Treat her well. This girl is kind-hearted from a young age. Don't let her down."

Murong Fu stopped and said, "Senior is too kind. I was merely healing him; how could I have failed him?"

"..."

"You did that to heal your wounds?" Huang Yaoshi was too embarrassed to point it out.

Huang Yaoshi knew that Cheng Ying was pretending to be asleep, and sighed, "Girl, you should stay with this young man. He is Fu'er's husband and a good man."

After saying this, Huang Yaoshi turned and left, but before leaving, he used his finger-flicking technique to send several pebbles into the throats of A'da, A'er and the others.