Everyone was stunned. Things were so fast that many people didn't react, especially Xu Zhicai's approach, which was even more amazing.

Isn’t this crazy if my son is still in the hands of others. I am not afraid of his son’s danger and dare to slap others in the face?

The man in black glared and shouted loudly: "Palace Master Xu, are you crazy?

Your son is still in my hands!”

Bang! Another crisp slap.

The slap was very strong, and even the iron mask of the man in black was pulled away, revealing his original appearance.

This is a middle-aged man with an ugly face and scalded scars on his face, which makes people look frightened.

Is this the true face of the man in black?

Is this too ugly?

No wonder, this guy dared not show his true face, it turned out to be an ugly monster.

"I said that I hate the most is that others threaten me!"

Xu Zhicai's face was cold and his eyes were cold, and he contained endless murderous intent, and he had the urge to kill this person.

As Zhang Yi said, this is a good opportunity.

Once he missed this opportunity, he might regret it for his life.

"I'm fighting with you!"

He was slapped twice, especially under the attention of the crowd, which made the man in black unable to hold back his face and was so angry that he wanted to kill Xu Zhicai.

Unfortunately, Xu Zhicai had already expected the actions of the man in black and kicked him out immediately.

With a bang, the man in black was kicked away and fell to the ground in a mess.

Wow! Xu Zhicai's figure flashed, and before the man in black got up, he had already stepped on his chest.

"Say, where is my son?"

Xu Zhicai exerted a little force on his feet and asked coldly.

"Ah! Stop stepping, it hurts, it hurts..." The man in black screamed in pain, suffocating, almost breathless.

Xu Zhicai exerted force again on his feet and asked coldly: "I'll ask again, where is my son?"

The man in black fainted from pain and said with difficulty: "In... in the back garden of your temple!"

"Hmph! If you dare to lie to me, you will die miserably!"

Xu Zhicai snorted coldly, then shouted at Mo Yuliang: "What are you still standing there?

Hurry up and save the young master!”

Mo Yuliang was awakened by the shout, and quickly shouted the elders of the Burning Fire Hall, all of whom rushed to the back garden.

Soon, there was a sound of fighting in the back garden.

A few more minutes passed.

Finally, the young master of the Burning Palace was saved and safe! Seeing that his son was not damaged at all, the heavy stone in Xu Zhicai's heart could finally be put down. He turned his head and looked at Zhang Yi: "My Sword Immortal, I have something before

Offending is a helpless act. Please forgive me. I will leave this person to you..." "Hahaha, it's so good!"

Zhang Yi took two steps forward, raised his hand and pointed the acupoint of the man in black, limiting the other party's ability to move.

Everyone was stunned and thought to themselves that the battle has finally come to an end?

However, some people naturally became unhappy. Deshan Sanren came here with anger, pointed at Zhang Yi and shouted: "Zhang Yi, we haven't finished it yet!"

He broke his arm, how could he just say that?

Zhang Yi turned his head and glanced at Deshan Sanren, disagreed, and said with a smile: "Senior Deshan, isn't it just a broken hand?

I'll just follow it up for you."

Ga?

Can I still connect the broken hand?

Everyone was shocked and soon remembered Zhang Yi's medical skills.

It is rumored that the sword immortal Zhang Yi not only has profound attainments in swordsmanship, but also has a very magical medical skills. He can be said to be a real wonderful hand to rejuvenate. I believe it is not difficult to take a broken hand.

"Really... can I still be connected?"

Deshan Sanren's expression was shocked and a little disbelief.

“The problem is not big.”

Zhang Yi nodded slightly, then smiled and said, "I kindly remind you that the longer the time goes on, the greater the sequelae will be."

"ah?"

Deshan Sanren was stunned again. He immediately ran out like crazy, shouting: "Where is the hand?

Where is my hand?

You idiots, why don’t you go find my hand?”

The disciples came to their senses and quickly went to the fire hall with great pleasure...

In a quiet room.

Zhang Yi had just finished the surgery on Deshan Sanren, and was so tired that he felt a lot of sweat coming out of his forehead.

This was the first time he took over for someone else, and the result was quite satisfactory.

Zhang Yi put away the needle and thread and told him: "For one month, your hand may not be able to move, so as not to strain."

Deshan Sanren was surprised and happy, and was very grateful: "Little brother, thank you!"

Thank me?

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Yi was a little surprised and looked at Deshan Sanren with a strange look.

I cut your hand off, and you actually thank me?

Is there anything wrong?

I have to say that people with good deeds and good deeds are not bad, so they can be considered a good person.

If it were someone else, I would probably be cursing.

For the sake of Deshan Sanren's good heart, Zhang Yi picked up a dagger on the table, cut his wrist on the spot, and dripped blood into a bowl.

"Little brother, what are you doing?"

Deshan Sanren opened his eyes wide and his expression was very surprised. He thought to himself if this kid felt guilty and then began to self-harm?

I didn't blame you wrongly, there is no need to do this, right?

In fact, Deshan Sanren blamed Zhang Yi for wrongly.

I saw that the blood was soon filled with a bowl. Zhang Yi handed the bowl of blood to Deshan Sanren, and smiled and said, "Drink it..." "Ah?"

Deshan Sanren was stunned and asked stutteredly: "Little brother, are you right?

You let me drink your blood?"

"That's right, as long as you drink my blood, your hands will heal faster."

Zhang Yi's face was serious, not like he was joking.

Deshan Sanren looked at Zhang Yi with doubts, wondering how he would heal quickly if he drank your blood?

Is this not consistent with common sense?

But seeing Zhang Yi's serious look, he immediately believed it. He simply gritted his teeth and took the bowl of blood, and rumbling and drank it on the spot... In an instant, Deshan Sanren felt a twitch in his body

The warm current quickly flowed among the limbs and bones, gathering on the broken arms, making the wound a little hot... My God! What kind of precious blood is this? This effect is too powerful, right?

Next, Deshan Sanren was surprised to find that the arm that had just been attached was slowly healed at a considerable speed of the naked eye... "This..." Deshan Sanren opened his mouth wide and his expression was a little unbelievable, just like

Like seeing a ghost.

"Well, the effect looks great."

Zhang Yi nodded with satisfaction.

Not only did he possess Zhang's blood, but healing ability was also terrifying. Especially after Deshan Sanren drank his own blood, he also had the ability to heal his wounds quickly.

I believe that within half a month, Deshan Sanren will be able to recover as before with his broken arm.
Chapter completed!