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Chapter 1178 You Can’t Stop Your Mouth By Eating (29)

Recalling the whole process of his treatment, the old man reconfirmed that there was absolutely no problem with his treatment.

So, the current situation must be because the perpetrator has done something to Zhang Zhuo's body.

Looking at Zhang Zhuo in the ice coffin with a painful expression on his face, the old man gritted his teeth with hatred. What a vicious person he must be to do such a vicious thing.

Although Zhang Zhuo is not his apprentice, he is still close and distant, not to mention that all the practitioners in the world are of the same clan.

This person's actions not only want to destroy Zhang Zhuo's cultivation, but also destroy Zhang Zhuo's life.

In fact, the old man did wrongly blame Jin Qing.

Three knots of nodules have been removed from Jin Qing's body, and the destructive attribute of forbidden emotion has inadvertently flowed into her power.

After Zhang Zhuo's body was damaged by Jin Qing, he only needed to stay in the hospital for a few months before he could recover.

But the old man wanted to use his spiritual power to speed up the recovery of Zhang Zhuo's body.

Under the forcible stimulation of his spiritual power, the destructive attribute that Jin Qing left in Zhang Zhuo's body was activated.

The old man's spiritual power instantly became Zhang Zhuo's urging talisman, and his inner alchemy also had cracks because he couldn't stand the crushing force of forbidden emotion.

However, the old man didn't know that everything was caused by his eagerness to save people. He only felt that the person who hurt Zhang Zhuo was really vicious.

The more the old man thought about it, the more angry he became, and a great righteousness burst out from his body, wrapping Zhang Zhuo tightly.

He wanted to protect Zhang Zhuo's body first, and then find a way to repair Zhang Zhuo's body.

Seeing Zhang Zhuo's breath in the ice coffin gradually slow down, the corners of the old man's mouth were tightly pursed: after more than a thousand years, this was the first time he had encountered such a difficult matter.

Fang Jin knelt obediently in the corner of the cave, their ancestor was indeed a real ancestor.

Ordinary disciples may not know it, but core disciples like them are very clear. The records about their ancestors have been recorded for more than a thousand years.

It is said that their ancestor retreated for hundreds of years every time, and unless some major event happened in the world, the ancestor never left the retreat.

In order to prevent their ancestors from recognizing anyone and causing big troubles when they leave the customs, every year when the sect celebrates, these core disciples will kneel down to the portraits of their ancestors so that they can keep the appearance of their ancestors in their hearts .

As a popular candidate for the next head, Fang Jin remembers the appearance of this ancestor very clearly.

Therefore, people can be recognized in the first time.

Putting Zhang Zhuo's ice coffin away, the old man waved his hand in Fang Jin's direction: "Come here."

Fang Jin felt a light under his knees, then quickly flew up, and landed steadily in front of the old man.

Fang Jin lowered his head, raised his hands high above his head and saluted: "Greetings to Patriarch."

In their cultivation world, the higher the hand is raised, the higher the status of the other party.

The lower you lie down, the more respect you have for the other party.

The old man looked at Fang Jin in front of him, hooked his fingers lightly, and pulled Fang Jin up in the air: "Get up and talk."

While speaking, Fang Jin felt a warm current flowing into his extraordinary meridians, making him feel refreshed.

It had been nearly three years since Fang Jin had been stuck on the bottleneck of upgrading from the fourth to the fifth level, but with the help of the old man's aura, Fang Jin felt that his bottleneck had loosened.

Moreover, the flow of aura in the body is much smoother than before.

Sensing the changes in his body, Fang Jin knelt on the ground again in ecstasy, and respectfully kowtowed three times to the old man: "Thank you, Patriarch, for the opportunity."

It's no wonder that when the heads of the past dynasties take over, they have to go to the forbidden area to practice. It turns out that this patriarch has such a method that can greatly increase people's strength.

The old man did not speak, but put his hands behind his back and asked Fang Jin, "What happened outside?"

As early as when he founded the Four Elephant Sect, he explained to the head of the school at that time that unless the head changes, he should not disturb his practice at any time.

But if someone can embark on the path of cultivation like him, he is also very willing to practice with him.

It's a pity that for thousands of years, there are basically zero people who can survive as long as him, and the longest lifespan is only two or three hundred years, which really makes him feel lonely.

But for some reason, although his life is constantly extending, he has never left his body, and he can't even find a way to ascend.

It has been more than [-] years since he retreated this time, and the Four Elephant Sect has changed three heads in the middle, and the last time he got news about the outside world was a hundred years ago.

Therefore, his eyes are really darkened about what happened to the outside world, and he really needs to find someone to ask.

He had just seen Fang Jin's face, and knew that the boy was upright, but lacked a little talent in cultivation, so he didn't hesitate to help the boy.

At this time, he has already provided the opportunity. How far this child can develop in the future depends on his own efforts.

But the most important thing now is to know what happened to these two children.

To be able to injure a monk to such an extent without receiving external treatment is definitely not something that ordinary people can use.

Pulled up from the ground by an invisible force again, Fang Jin knew that the time of the patriarch was precious, Fang Jin stopped talking nonsense, and immediately told everything he knew in detail.

Hearing that Jin Qing had rolled Zhang Zhuo into a ball in just an instant, the old man frowned, and his snow-white eyebrows fluttered back and forth on his face with his breathing.

When did such a strange person appear in the world, the old man asked Fang Jin suspiciously: "Are you sure she is not a monk, nor is she a monster?"

Fang Jin shook his head: "Back to Master Patriarch, I didn't feel any aura fluctuations on that person, so I don't know what method she used to hurt people, but..." He didn't know whether he should say about that matter .

Old Man: "But what?"

Fang Jin licked his lips: "Zhang Zhuo has an eighth-level magic weapon in his hand, and it was smashed to pieces by a tickle thrown by that man, and besides her is a big monster who can't see the original shape."

Fang Jin hadn't finished speaking when he saw a sullen look on the old man's face: "A weapon that can instantly destroy an eighth-order magic weapon must be a level above a fairy weapon, so this person should undoubtedly be a human race, but she is actually with me!" You are really the scum of my clan."

Hearing the word "scum", Fang Jin's neck shrank suddenly.

According to historical data, their ancestor hated those humans who colluded with the demon clan the most. Did he invisibly give them eye drops?
For a while, the cave became quiet, only Fang Jin's weak breathing could be heard.

(End of this chapter)