The man sat cross-legged while encouraging Situ Ling to sit cross-legged, and then continued, "Most of us are women in Fengxiang Building, except for the junior ones who don't practice martial arts, the rest of the male shadow guards only practice the pure yin internal force of the side branch of my Feng family. ”

"Therefore, only as a man, the saint who has cultivated the pure yang internal force has been hit."

After saying that, Feng Lan couldn't help but sneer.

This Ouyang Lian, some things that he has and don't have, but he remembers it quite clearly.

Thinking about it, the man suddenly glanced at the little guy who nodded in a trance.

Fortunately, his little girl is a little girl.

Otherwise, I am afraid that her strength is comparable to her own, and the Xiang Family's Jiyang Martial Arts will inevitably make her get hit faster and deteriorate faster than Situ Ling.

Thinking about it, Feng Lan shook his head with emotion.

Immediately, he retracted his thoughts and put his hands in a posture of luck.

He said, "It's about to begin, Xing'er." ”

"Oh, good!"

Xiang Xing nodded like pounding garlic.

Then, he learned Fenglan's posture in a good way, and also used his own internal strength.

In an instant, two internal breaths, one purple and one red, converged in the palms of the two of them.

At the signal of the man's gaze, the little guy took a deep breath and put his hand on Situ Ling's back at the same frequency as him.

Then, within an instant, the two of them both urged the internal breath and transmitted the internal force towards Situ Ling.

In just a moment, the little emperor, who was still unable to hang his head, instantly straightened up, and faintly saw two faint lights, one purple and one red, and began to move rapidly all over his body.

With the divergence of internal force, Xiang Xing saw that wisps of dark cyan smoke were faintly rising above Situ Ling's head.

They seem to be forced out of their bodies, and they scatter shortly after they come into contact with the outside air.

- What a real effect!

Xiang Xing sighed faintly.

In the next second, he was slightly glared at by the pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes on the other side, and scolded: "Take back your thoughts, don't go crazy for a while!" ”

“…… Oh. ”

The little guy suddenly puffed out his little face like a child who had done something wrong.

didn't think about anything else, just closed his soft eyes and healed Situ Ling's injuries seriously.

I don't know how long it has been.

Until Situ Ling, who had been unconscious, suddenly let out a "wow" and bowed suddenly.

directly spit out a mouthful of black blood, spraying Fenglan's clothes all over mottled black stains.

Immediately after, Xiang Xing saw the little emperor swaying while snorting, as if he was about to lean back.

She was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to resist.

But Feng Lan took the first step, taking advantage of Situ Ling's back, he quickly made a move, clasped his shoulder, and stopped his next move.

After signaling the little guy to give up his position with his eyes, he let go with some disgust, making Situ Ling lie straight back on the bed again.

But this time, he was no longer unconscious, but as if he was having some nightmare, subconsciously frowning and shaking his body.

There seems to be something vaguely muttering in his mouth.

“…… Well? ”

Xiang Xing was a little curious, and couldn't help but poke his little head and stretch out his ears to listen.

But in the next second, someone directly grabbed the back collar and took a few steps back.

"It's so close to him."

Feng Lan didn't seem to hold back, and snorted angrily.

After another pause, he coughed lightly a few times, and explained to himself, "There is still that yin and poisonous inner breath circling around the saint, which is not beneficial to you, practicing pure yang martial arts, do you know?" ”