"Aotian, what's going on, how did you get hurt?"
In the Ye family's mansion, it seemed a little chaotic at this time, because Ye Aotian came back seriously injured.
Ye Aotian, this is the young generation that Ye Shiqing valued the most, and now he is seriously injured, Ye Shiqing is naturally very furious. However, Ye Shiqing also knows that the most important thing right now is to heal Ye Aotian's injuries. Fortunately, Ye Aotian's senior brothers and senior sisters are all there, so Ye Aotian's injuries should be fine.
"Old Ye, Aotian's injury is not optimistic." Ye Aotian's senior brother Dan Hu Zhongsheng said, "If it's just an injury, it's fine, the key is that the junior brother was poisoned. That person's poisonous palm kung fu is extremely vicious, even the master's secret system None of the antidote pills are helping."
The gray-clothed monk pulled back the clothes on Ye Aotian's chest, and sure enough there was a clear black palm print on Ye Aotian's chest, just like the death mark left by ghosts. However, this is not the mark of the ghost, but the mark left by the poisonous palm——
Qin Lang's poisonous palm!
Although Qin Lang's state has not reached the state of inner breath, but after practicing the magic power, his physique of the phaseless poison body has also improved again, and he successfully infiltrated the poison into the palm, and then hit Ye Aotian with his palm.
The poison of the non-phase poison body is colorless and phaseless, and it is not any kind of poison in the world at all.
So, naturally there is no antidote.
The detoxification pills of the Emei Sect are of course ineffective.
However, Qin Lang's Poison Palm Kung Fu is still very shallow, so Ye Aotian's poisoning is not deep, otherwise, even ten Ye Aotians, I'm afraid they are all dead by now.
You know, Qin Lang's practice of non-phase poisoning skill feeds on hundreds of poisons.
"Then... hurry to the hospital!" Ye Shiqing was in a daze for a while.
Ye Aotian is the hope of the Ye family, Ye family finally gave birth to a martial arts genius who is expected to step into the Wuxuan level, Ye Shiqing naturally can't just watch him die of poisoning.
"Old Ye, I'm afraid the doctors in the hospital can't do anything about it, and it will only backfire." Hu Zhongsheng sighed.
"Don't worry, Mr. Ye. I have already notified the master. Aotian's master will come soon. Naturally, there will be a way to cure him. What's more, even if we use up all the elixir of our Emei sect, I will Save him!" Said the black-robed nun next to Ye Aotian.
"Who is this Jurchen?" Ye Shiqing turned his gaze to the Taoist nun in black.
"I am Aotian's senior sister, Li Daiying, and my father is the master of the sect, Master Haichan." The Taoist nun in black said proudly.
Ye Shiqing nodded slightly, this old guy's eyes are so sharp, naturally he can see that Li Daiying, the Taoist nun in black, has feelings for Ye Aotian, in this way, Ye Aotian will definitely not die, and the Emei Sect will definitely use all kinds of elixir to detoxify Ye Aotian. Although the Emei Sect is a Jianghu sect, its inheritance and profound heritage for thousands of years is definitely not comparable to that of the Ye family. For example, the Ye family also has a little bit of elixir, but compared with the Emei sect, there is no way to compare it.
Since the eldest lady of the Emei School is willing to spend the elixir to treat Ye Aotian, Ye Shiqing naturally doesn't need to waste the elixir of the Ye family. After all, elixir is not necessarily something that can be bought if you have money. If you can save it, it is better to save a little.
Ye Shiqing's wishful thinking is indeed good. Sure enough, within an hour, Ye Aotian's master, Master Guixu, rushed to Ye's house in person.
The Emei School is somewhat special, that is, there are mixed monks and Taoists in the sect, and there are monks and Taoists. Ye Aotian's master, Master Guixu, is a monk, but this person is not an ordinary monk, because his cultivation has reached the level of Tongxuan, and his cultivation is far more advanced than Hu Zhongsheng and Li Daiying.
Master Guixu bowed to Ye Shiqing, and immediately went to check on Ye Aotian's injuries, and then he said in surprise: "What kind of Poison Palm Kung Fu is this? Black Sand Palm or Iron Sand Palm? No, neither! This Poison Palm Kung Fu is really too strong. Vicious! This toxicity is too strong, I have never seen such a strong toxicity!"
That's right, the poison in Ye Aotian's body is not so fierce. Even though Ye Aotian suppressed it with antidote and internal energy, the palm print of that poisonous palm became clearer and darker, and even the mass of flesh began to rot. , Stink, almost everyone can ask for an extremely unpleasant stench.
If it continues, the flesh in front of Ye Aotian's chest will probably all rot.
"Uncle Guixu, what should I do?" Li Daiying asked anxiously, "Didn't I ask you to bring the elixir from Mount Emei, no matter how much elixir I waste, you must heal Junior Brother Aotian! Also, I want revenge! I want to kill that kid named Qin Lang, and his concubine, that demon girl from the Demon Sect!"
"The demon girl of the Demon Sect?" Guixu couldn't help frowning when he heard the word "Devil Sect", "What's going on, how could someone from the Demon Sect participate?"
"Obviously that kid Qin Lang belonged to the Demon Sect! Therefore, if you Ye family wanted to deal with him, you would be killed by him. The people of the Demon Sect are bloodthirsty, bloodthirsty and brutal—uncle, do you want to say these things? , it is important to save Junior Brother Aotian."
"Of course. I stay here with the detoxification and healing elixir of the Emei Sect. Fortunately, Aotian suffered only skin trauma and the poisonous gas has not attacked his heart. Otherwise, even the Daluo Jinxian would not be able to save him!" Guixu said, "It's just that this A piece of meat is already broken and must be cut off. Aotian, you have to grit your teeth and persevere!"
"Master...you do it." Ye Aotian said, "I will kill that bastard with my own hands!"
"Let's not talk about revenge for the time being, let's heal the wound first." Gui Xu started directly, holding a small knife between his fingers, and gouged out the flesh around the black palm print on Ye Aotian's chest. Although Ye Aotian has been acupunctured, but still in pain, cold sweat rolls down like soybeans one by one.
"The pain of gouging out the flesh! Okay! I remember! Qin Lang, you little bastard, one day, I want you to die in my hands!" Ye Aotian probably turned the pain into anger and hatred at this moment. The battle with Qin Lang was indeed Ye Aotian's most humiliating battle. With his cultivation base of Tongxuan realm, he lost to Qin Lang, a martial artist in the realm of body forging, which is a great shame.
Guixu applied the prepared elixir on Ye Aotian's wound, and soon the bleeding from his wound was stopped, but it is not easy to gouge out such a large piece of flesh.
"Aotian, although you lost this battle, it may not be beneficial for you to break through to the Wuxuan level. However, fortunately, this kid is only at the bone forging level. If his cultivation level reaches the inner breath level, plus His poisonous palm kung fu is so powerful, the lethality is simply too much, I'm afraid you will be dead before I arrive!" Gui Xu's tone was filled with fear.