"Try it!" Mei Ruolan said categorically after a slight sigh.

An Lao nodded slowly: "A dead horse is a live horse doctor, just give it a try!"

He immediately said: "Miss, your internal strength is to yin, and you still need someone to practice to yin internal force!"

"Qingyun, come here!" Mei Ruolan beckoned to Gong Qingyun.

Gong Qingyun has been in a daze, his eyes are misty, his soul seems to have left his body, and when he first heard his name, he followed the prestige, full of confusion.

Mei Ruolan beckoned again: "Qingyun, come here!"

Gong Qingyun heard it clearly, and under the gaze of everyone, she walked over slowly, her expression was indifferent and stubborn, her lower lip was red, and her soft cherry lips were bitten.

Jin Kaitai turned his head away from her, gritted his teeth, but did not speak.

After all, there will be no accidents in the competition, the sword has no eyes, and no one wants to be in such a situation, it can only be regarded as a miss.

Mei Ruolan said softly: "Qingyun, listen to Elder An's orders." ”

"Yes, miss. Gong Qingyun nodded lightly, looked down at Li Muchan, his eyes flickered, and his delicate melon seed face had a complicated expression.

"Don't be distracted!" Mei Ruolan frowned and scolded.

Gong Qingyun hurriedly gathered his thoughts and turned to Elder An.

Elder An stroked Sanluo's hair, pondered for a moment, and said, "Miss, your internal strength is pure, and you inject internal force from the sword so that when you take it out, you can bleed as little as possible." ”

Mei Ruolan nodded slowly, and pressed the hilt of the Yao Light Sword with her right hand, with a solemn expression.

Elder An said again, "Miss Qingyun, you will inject internal force into his body to slow down his heartbeat. ”

Gong Qingyun nodded, stretched out his hand and slowly pressed to the position of Li Muchan's heart.

Li Muchan suddenly opened his eyes, looked up at Gong Qingyun, and then looked at Mei Ruolan, his eyes were clear and scorching, like substance, as clear as the water of Ming Lake.

Gong Qingyun looked at him with a complicated expression, staring at him suspiciously.

Mei Ruolan smiled and said softly: "Master Zhanran, now you have to draw your sword, you grit your teeth and hold on!"

Li Muchan bowed his head lightly, smiled slightly, and was calm and calm.

Everyone felt gloomy in their hearts, such a genius, rising like a comet, and falling like a comet, envying the talent, facing death so calmly, very accessible!

Mei Ruolan closed her blurred eyes, her expression was solemn and solemn, and she slowly exercised, among which the severity of the fire was extremely critical, and after that, it would aggravate the injury, and it would not work.

Gong Qingyun took a deep look at Li Muchan and closed his eyes.

Jin Kaitai looked at Cai Xiuping and them, then at Mei Ruolan, stomped his feet heavily, turned around and picked up Li Mufeng, and left the high platform.

Gong Qingyun closed her eyes and carefully injected internal force, and the situation of the two fighting flashed again, she had been thinking about the last move of the two, and she was puzzled.

Li Muchan has been attacking and moving forward bravely, she was forced to take the defensive, she was extremely annoyed, she has always been the main attacker when she moves with others, and she has not been beaten so embarrassed.

After hundreds of moves, she was forced to be in a hurry, ignoring the long sword stabbed by Li Muchan, and stabbed out with a sword, wanting to burn a jade stone to see who was more ruthless.

His sword was one point faster, the tip of the sword reached the body, and the cold air penetrated, and just as he was about to pierce into the body, he suddenly froze, and was stabbed by himself.

At that time, he showed a wry smile, what happened?

With his fast sword, he can not only stab himself, but also easily avoid his own sword, why did it become such a situation, what is going on?

She couldn't wait to grab Li Muchan's collar and ask loudly to understand.

Elder An and Mei Ruolan looked solemn, and everyone was gloomy, but she was always full of confidence, believing that Li Muchan would never die so easily.

Everyone in the audience stretched their necks and looked at it nervously, Wei Chiming also forgot to struggle, stared at it with his eyes, the huge martial arts training ground was quiet and quiet, and the needle drop could be heard.

Elder An kept pressing Li Muchan's wrist, and suddenly spoke: "Young man, it's time to draw your sword!"

Li Muchan smiled and nodded.

"Miss, draw your sword!" Elder An said in a deep voice.

In a flash of clear light, the Yaoguang Sword left his body, Li Muchan's body trembled, he snorted, and blood suddenly gushed out of his mouth, gurgling like a spring, and his throat gurgled.

Mei Ruolan stared at Elder An in a daze.

Elder An's face was heavy, he looked at Li Muchan with pity, shook his head, and sighed: "Miss, the old man is powerless to return to heaven. ”

Mei Ruolan's face was sad, she sighed leisurely, looked at Li Muchan, and couldn't help but be stunned, but saw that his eyes were clear, calm and calm, and there was no tension or fear at all.

Li Muchan smiled bitterly in his heart, he didn't want them to come so brutally, and this time he put himself in the most dangerous situation!

Don't care about anything else, slowly close your eyes, and look back inward.

Gong Qingyun suddenly slapped another palm, and pressed Li Muchan's vest with both palms, trying to stop his convulsions.

Her face was as pale as paper, and she whispered, "Miss, save him!

Mei Ruolan sighed, her eyes becoming more and more misty.

"Miss! Miss!" Gong Qingyun called in a low voice, looking directly at Li Muchan's face, the blood in his mouth was surging wildly, and his body twitched more and more violently.

“...... Qingyun, forget it......" Mei Ruolan said with difficulty, her voice was rough and hoarse, as if she had changed someone.

"He's going to be fine! he's going to be fine!" Gong Qingyun muttered, until now, she still has a strong confidence that Zhan Ran will not die!

Everyone shook their heads and sighed, sad.

Li Muchan suddenly stretched out his hand and sat down on his knees, Mei Ruolan and Gong Qingyun only felt that their palms were numb, and their hands were shaken open.

Li Muchan opened his eyes and glanced at everyone, his eyes were clear and bright, like substance.

Then, his hands quickly formed a seal in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, he made more than a dozen handprints, put them on the dantian, motionless, and slowly closed his eyes.

Although his body twitched, his mouth gushed blood, his expression was calm and calm, so closed his eyes, and suddenly the treasure was solemn, like a Buddha statue in the temple.

Mei Ruolan sighed, knowing that he was a monk, this was a sign of death, and he was about to pass away.

She turned her head and said, "Xiaoyuan, please come over Vice Deacon Li." ”

Xiaoyuan's tearful eyes were swaying, and he had already become a tearful person, thinking of Li Muchan's quiet eyes and gentle smile, as if he was in his eyes, he couldn't help but burst into tears again.

She wiped her tears and agreed, and floated away, like a gust of wind, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Gong Qingyun looked at Li Muchan in a daze, motionless, lost his soul.

Mei Ruolan glanced at her, patted her vest gently, and passed a cold internal force to protect her heart, afraid that she would be too stimulated and depressed.

Elder An looked at Li Muchan, full of regret, Cai Xiuping and Zhao Faning also looked like this, a generation of wizards was about to pass away, although they were not familiar with Li Muchan, they also felt compassion.

Under the pitiful gaze of everyone, his body gradually calmed down, his convulsions gradually stopped, and the blood in his mouth also stopped, as if the blood had been drained.

The ups and downs of his chest gradually stopped, and finally he was motionless, the treasure became more and more solemn, and there was a faint divine aura around his body, and everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.

"San'er ......" Li Mufeng muttered in a low voice, staggered onto the high platform, his face was as white as paper, his eyes were red, and he looked scary.

After a while, his appearance changed drastically, as if he hadn't slept for days and nights.

Xiaoyuan and Jin Kaitai followed behind, Xiaoyuan's tears rippled, her bright eyes were red and swollen, and she was a little more touching and beautiful.

Jin Kaitai's face was gloomy, and he walked slowly step by step, his eyes flashing, like a depressing volcano that would erupt at any time.

Li Mufeng pushed away Zhao Faning, who was blocking in front, and saw Li Muchan sitting cross-legged, his face was pale, without a trace of blood, sitting there motionless, as if he was dead.

Li Muchan stared at Li Muchan's face in distraction, and muttered to himself: "San'er...... San'er ......"

When Jin Kaitai saw it, he sealed his hole again and let him sleep.

Zhao Faning took a step forward, his index finger stopped in front of Li Muchan's nostrils, and after a while, he shook his head pitifully and sighed: "It's out of gas!"

"I don't believe it! Li Muchan, you get up and make it clear for me!" Gong Qingyun shouted, and with a flash of clear light, he drew his sword and stabbed Li Muchan in the chest.

"Nonsense!" Mei Ruolan's hand moved, and the Yao Light Sword was suddenly returned to its sheath, and Gong Qingyun froze and was sealed in the acupoint.

"Huh?!" Elder An suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone hurriedly turned their heads to look.

"Elder An?" asked Mei Ruolan hurriedly.

Elder An looked at Li Muchan in surprise and shook his head: "He seems to still have life!"

"Is there any salvation?" asked Mei Ruolan.

Elder An's face was full of doubts, and he said in a daze, "He is not breathing, but he still has a heartbeat!"

As soon as Mei Ruolan stretched out her hand, Elder An hurriedly waved her hand: "Don't move!"

Seeing that Mei Ruolan was puzzled, Elder An said, "What secret technique may he be performing, don't disturb him yet, and wait and see." ”

With a crisp sound of "pop", Jin Kaitai suddenly slapped his forehead hard, and hurriedly said: "Zhan Ran, he can breathe without his nose!"

"Really?!" Elder An was stunned and hurriedly turned his head to ask.

Jin Kaitai nodded vigorously: "According to him, when he was practicing Zen Gong, he inadvertently had this magical power. ”

"Okay! Okay!" Elder An stroked his palm, with a smile on his face, and said to Mei Ruolan: "Miss, this young man can save his life!"

Mei Ruolan took a long breath and smiled: "Buddhism really has incredible power!"

Li Muchan has not woken up in this meditation, although he is motionless and not breathing, but he is still alive and alive.

The martial arts training ground was closed and strictly guarded.

There is a middle-aged man in each of the four corners of the high platform, with different clothes, but the corners of the clothes are embroidered with a silver plum blossom, all of them are full of spirit and imposing.

On the high platform, Mei Ruolan, Jin Kaitai, Xiaoyuan, Gong Qingyun, and the four people of the Heavenly Ruling Yuan sat in a circle and surrounded Li Muchan in the middle.

The disciples of the Seventh Courtyard of Meifu were forbidden to go to the martial arts training ground, and they practiced in the morning and practiced freely in their own courtyard.

Jin Kaitai has no mind at all now, and has been staying on the high platform, except for convenience, he will not leave a step, even if he sleeps, he will sleep on the stage.

The rest of the people did the same, sitting on the futon and meditating as a retreat.

Time passed, in the blink of an eye, three days had passed, the sun had risen to the middle, the sun was hot, and among everyone, except for Mei Ruolan, they were listless.

Mei Ruolan was dressed in purple, sitting cross-legged with her waist straight, revealing an elegant and calm bearing, her expression was calm and indifferent, and her spirit was complete.

Gong Qingyun's body became thinner and thinner, his expression was haggard, and he became more and more moving.