Superman in the Martial Arts World

Feeling that someone came in, the three elders obviously raised their heads a little dissatisfied. They just wanted to scold but saw that it was the deputy hall master who came in. They immediately changed their words to welcome them, but they did not get up.

The deputy hall master didn't care, looking at the three elders and asking: "How is it? Have you found any solution?"

The expressions of the three elders were not pretty. One of them shook his head and said: "All the ancient books in the temple have been rummaged, but no record has been found to clean up the toxins. It is not even clear what poison is in it. ..."

When the deputy hall master heard this, his face was also very ugly, but he didn't blame the three elders. He just whispered: "Thank you for your troubles, Xiling Hall can't be without the hall master."

The three elders all nodded and continued to immerse themselves in the pair of documents on the table.

The deputy hall master continued to walk to the room inside, and as soon as he approached the room, he could feel the chills from the inside out.

When Mind moved, the Zhen Qi in the body spontaneously formed a barrier around the body, isolating the cold Qi, and then the Deputy Hall Master walked in.

The room was even colder, even reaching the point where water was poured into ice. There was a woman in red kneeling sitting by the bed, looking very sad.

There was a middle-aged man lying on the bed, but his hair was a little gray and his face was flushed. He looked like a cooked crab. It was strange that the room was so cold but there was heat coming out of his side.

Under that person is not an ordinary bed, but a huge thousand-year-old ice covered with a layer of brocade.

"Ling'er, you are a girl, so don't stay in such a cold place for too long, which is not good for your health." The deputy hall master sighed and said.

Hualing trembled slightly, turned her head, and said in a sad voice: "Uncle Ming, where did my father go? Why did he come back like this? Would you not tell me?"

With a look of embarrassment on Ming Yan's face, he still persuaded: "Ling'er should go out and rest, otherwise you will not be able to hold it..."

Hualing lowered her head in disappointment, but she still knelt there, watching her father on the ice bed motionlessly.

Ming Xie was a little helpless, but he wasn't trying to persuade him. He stepped forward and reached out to the temple owner’s wrist. The tentacle only felt a burning pain at the fingertips, and he quickly increased the Chi barrier, which prevented his fingers from being affected. Burns.

Originally wanted to probe the pulse of the hall master, but didn't expect the fire poison on the hall master's body to be so rampant. If it hadn't been suppressed by the thousand years of ice, I am afraid that the hall master would be burned into a mass of ashes.

It’s just that the bed made of thousand-year-old ice was obviously shorter when he came to check it before. It was obviously consumed by resisting fire poison. If you can’t find a way to treat fire poison earlier, this thousand-year-old ice I am afraid that it will disappear sooner or later, and I am afraid that it will be the death of the palace owner.

Ming Xie frowned, and now he can only pin it on the three elders outside, as well as the few at this pill exchange meeting.

There are a few optimistic people in Mingtai, planning to invite them to help check the fire poison of the palace master as soon as the pill exchange meeting is over. Now he is in a hurry to go to the doctor.

After comforting Hualing a few more words, Ming Xie turned and left the cold room. He also had to preside over the pill conference. There shouldn't be a problem with the palace master supporting it for seven days, and the Penglai Xianlu trained can also delay a while .

Penglai Xianlu's pill is indeed incomplete, and this pill was also found by the three elders from the classics, thinking that if it can be refined, it should help the owner to a certain extent.

The three of them have studied this elixir for a long time, and they have reluctantly refined some, but they always feel that it is not satisfactory, so they got the topic of the pill exchange conference. If it is refined, it will be better. If it is not refined, there is no way. .

When Ming Xie returned to the competition site, the sky was completely dark. Looking at the alchemists who were still working hard to purify the medicine, Ming Xie's mood was slightly relaxed.

His gaze fell on Lin Tian, ​​who seemed to be the youngest among this group of alchemists, but his movements were as easy and freely as flowing, it seemed like purifying pills was a painstaking and labor-intensive thing. There is no effort at all with him.

Ming Sui observed Lin Tian for a long time before moving his gaze to other people. Although Lin Tian looked very skilled, after all, he was too young, Ming Sui did not favor him.

He prefers the old man on the right with white beard and hair, named Xu Yangshu, who is also a very famous alchemist in the Western Realm, and has not joined any forces.

If someone wants to find him to refine a pill, he must bring a million pieces of spiritual stones. As for the three pill medicinal materials that he wants to refine, plus the pill prescription and other common rules, not to mention.

Ming Su saw a lot of boxes piled on his desk, and the medicinal materials he wanted to come were also purified, and it was obvious that they would begin to truly merge soon. ..