Senior Brother, yes you are right!

Chapter 37: Brother, I don’t feel any pain at all!

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The two people were Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizhen.

At this moment, they did not look very good, all covered in blood. Zhang Feixuan's leg was strangely bent, obviously broken, and Wang Qizhen's arms were also tattered, with wounds so deep that the bones could be seen.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Outside the cave, Lian Ting walked in with a big laugh. The lion head on his chest still had its mouth open. As he moved forward, the lion head's mouth closed, and countless limbs extended from his back again.

"Go on! Let's keep fighting!"

As he was talking, he saw Song Yin standing there leisurely, and he became even more excited: "Oh? Strong man, are you done fighting? Where's my elder brother... Never mind, that's not important, it's just right for you to fight with me!"

"Master, Senior Brother..."

Zhang Feixuan then saw Song Yin behind him, as well as the gravel and depressions on the ground, but he didn't care about that anymore. He stretched out his hand and shouted urgently: "Brother, save me!"

"Ah? Still alive?!"

Wang Qizheng also looked back, his eyes lit up with joy, and shouted loudly: "Brother, save me!"

The two of them were still having some little thoughts just now, but when they could no longer withstand Lian Ting's attack, those little thoughts were gone.

Being all at level five, their combat power is too embarrassing.

But now Song Yin is still...

"Let's fight!"

Lian Ting jumped up with all his strength and roared wildly at Song Yin from high in the sky.

Zhang Feixuan watched the man approaching quickly and said, "Brother, he is just one person. We have three people, so we can..."

Bang!

Before he could finish his words, Song Yin suddenly bent down, smashed the ground beneath his feet with one hand, and dug deeply into it with his five fingers. Then he took a deep breath, and a white light emanated from his eyes.

"Change."

As if he had grabbed something, Song Yin suddenly stood up and raised his arms.

"rise!"

Kalala!!

The ground suddenly cracked from the center between Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qi. As Song Yin raised his arm, an extremely long stone whip was quickly pulled up from the ground.

And at the moment of pulling it up, the shattered stones around it merged into the whip. After a white light flashed, the color of the stone whip gradually darkened and turned into an iron whip covered with sharp blades!

At the same time, Song Yin tightened his hand, and a ball of white gas flowed from his palm and filled the entire iron whip blade.

brush!

The iron whip blade was raised quickly and brushed against Lian Ting who jumped into the air. It was like cutting tofu, and it smoothly split Lian Ting into two halves from bottom to top. The cut was so smooth that even no blood could flow out.

Before the body fell to the ground, the attached white gas dissipated the body completely in the white gas like flames burning paper.

"Um!!"

Song Yin let out a muffled shout and swung his arm. The iron whip blade with white mist turned into a horizontal sweep, and the sharp blade at the front directly pierced the mountain wall. As it swung, a huge hole was torn in the mountain wall and moved towards the armored doors around the arena.

laugh!!!

The iron whip blade moved extremely fast. It quickly turned along the mountain wall and returned to its starting point.

Song Yin loosened his hand, and the iron whip blade turned into white light again, turning into a very long stone block that fell to the ground and disintegrated.

Zhang Feixuan's body was shaking violently. He hadn't even digested the fact that Lian Ting was split in half before he saw the iron whip blade sweeping around and cutting off the heads of all the armored disciples around him!

Immediately afterwards, a large amount of white steam rose from their severed heads and headless bodies, and dissipated them completely!

Just one slide and everything was gone!

Zhang Feixuan suddenly understood why he couldn't see the leader of the Armored Sect, Lian Ren...

Song Yin glanced around and confirmed that there were no more left. Then he looked down at Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng: "The evil ways should be wiped out, right, my two junior brothers..."

Bang!

They shuddered with fear, and felt that the pain in their wounds was gone. They turned over and knelt, banging their heads on the ground.

"Brother, I don't want to run away. I really don't want to run away. I plan to defeat Lian Ting before coming back to help you. I don't have the slightest intention of running away, brother!" Zhang Feixuan's calves were trembling.

When he was looked at by those eyes with white light, he felt cold all over, his limbs were numb, and he felt that he was seen through from head to toe. It even reminded him of the time when he was a child, when he peeked through the window at the neighbor's wife taking a bath...

Compared to the look in the eyes of my senior brother when he crushed the Qinglian Sect to death, the current senior brother is even more frightening!

"Me too! Me too!"

Wang Qi was kowtowing like crazy, not daring to stop for a moment.

Damn, he is also evil!

Who wouldn’t be scared when encountering something like this

"What's running or not?"

Song Yin looked puzzled and reached out to help the two fellow apprentices up, but he couldn't pull them up. He shouted, "Get up!"

brush!

The two people were like puppets being manipulated at will. They were kneeling just now, but the next second they stood up from the ground as if they were lifted up by someone, and stood there very straight.

One of Zhang Fei's legs was broken and bent, but he was still able to stand firmly on one foot.

Just standing still doesn't mean the body won't shake. Song Yin glanced at them and suddenly thought of something. His puzzled look turned into emotion. He said:

"You two junior brothers have done a great job. You knew you were no match for our opponent but still dared to step forward. You are indeed taught by the same master. The Golden Immortal Sect can be called the righteous path because of people like you and me!"

Song Yin clenched his fists and encouraged them: "There is no such thing as ever-victorious in this world. The more we lose, the more we fight. It's okay to lose. We can improve our realm and try again. As long as we don't lose the courage to try again, nothing in the world can stop us!"

There are some tricks to this armored sect. Each of them looks very resilient. If those ordinary disciples are not beheaded with one blow, they may not die if they are hit in other places. The armored sect that is fighting against the two junior brothers has even more resilient vitality, so it is not so easy to fight them.

It was normal for the two junior brothers to be injured. After all, no one was as talented as Song Yin.

Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qi were staring at the fist that seemed to be able to crush them to death. They looked at each other, and their hearts were relieved. They bowed their heads and said, "Brother, you are right!"

"Well... this is a good junior brother."

Song Yin nodded in satisfaction, and spread his palms, surrounded by white air, "You are injured, and I will use my aura to temporarily heal you. Although it cannot be a complete cure, we still have to hurry on our way..."

"No no no no!"

Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qi were both shaking their heads, one's voice was distorted with fear, and the other's face was twisted.

"Brother, how can this aura of the Great Dao be used for healing? Isn't it for strengthening the body?!" Zhang Feixuan asked anxiously.

"This is what I just felt. I went from the third level of 'fighting power' to the fourth level of 'entering skill'. I also discovered all kinds of wonders. I have a deeper grasp of the aura of the great way. It can definitely be cured. Believe me, come..."

Song Yin said this and was about to stretch his hand forward.

Snap!

Wang Qizheng gritted his teeth, swung his hands violently, and straightened his fractured hand. He held up his arm where the bone was visible and said, "Brother, look! These are just minor injuries. They will heal after some movement. Although these wounds look deep, they are actually just superficial injuries. I'll go back and apply some dog-skin plaster... No need to go back, I've taken care of them myself!"

He was a man of few words. He actually took out a dog-skin plaster from the cloth bag on his waist and covered the deep cut on his arm with it. As soon as the plaster was applied, his face twisted and sweat broke out on his forehead, but he still endured the pain and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying:

"Brother, I'm fine. It doesn't hurt at all! After all, I'm a Qi Refiner. I don't care about this injury!"

"Um... "

Song Yin glanced at him and saw him swinging his arms happily. He nodded and looked at Zhang Feixuan again.

Card!

Zhang Feixuan swung his leg violently to straighten his broken leg, stomped it heavily on the ground twice, then bounced a few times and said with a smile: "Brother, I am even finer now. I am fine. Don't worry about me. Aren't we here to save those mortals?"

Song Yin turned his head and saw a group of mortals huddled in the corner of the unformed arena, looking at this side with fear on their faces.

He turned around and walked straight over there. Only then did Zhang Feixuan glare at Wang Qizhen.

You are so cruel!

Wang Qi glared back without showing any weakness.

Same with you!

Song Yin naturally couldn't see the eye contact between the two people behind him, as he had already walked up to this group of mortals.

"Don't be afraid, my name is Song Yin, and I'm the eldest disciple of the Golden Immortal Sect. This time..."

He bared his white teeth, stretched out his hand to the group of people, and said in a strong and powerful tone: "I came here specially to rescue you!"