General Martial Artist: I Am A Very Bad Person, Let's Start With The Teacher!

If it weren't for Li Mochou's profound skills, he would have been replaced by an ordinary first-class martial artist.

Hit the palm of the master of Shaolin Temple, I am afraid that it has already returned to dust and dust.

It's just that at this time, after a bumpy journey, although Li Mochou endured his injuries, his face was already like gold paper.

The martial arts of the Tomb Sect are only good at light skills, and they are not good at healing.

Therefore, Xiaolongnu had no other way but to pin her hopes on Lin Pingzhi.

After helping Li Mochou into the room, he gently helped him to the bed and sat down cross-legged.

Lin Pingzhi let out a trace of Zixia True Qi and crossed into her body from Li Mochou's back.

Unexpectedly, Li Mochou spit out a mouthful of blood, and his injuries became more serious.

Lin Pingzhi was shocked, it stands to reason that Zixia's true qi is righteous and peaceful, and she can break through the meridians and comb her breath.

However, Lin Pingzhi didn't expect that what Li Mochou was in was the rumored Great Mercy Palm in Shaolin Temple.

The Great Compassion Palm is originally an incomparably neutral and peaceful martial art.

At this time, after Lin Pingzhi injected Zixia True Qi into Li Mochou's body, he actually drove the Shaolin internal force in Li Mochou's body, and the injury was even better.

"Miss Mochou, how are you?"

Lin Pingzhi gently put it down, and he was already a little anxious at this time.

You can't just watch Li Mochou die, how can you explain to Xiaolongnu after waiting like this?"

"Well, Engong, I was slapped in the chest, and it hurt badly..."

Li Mochou's weak voice came, accompanied by a groan of pain.

Looking at Li Mochou's chest, Lin Ping was stunned.

Li Mochou's painful voice let Lin Pingzhi know that if he didn't hurry up the treatment, Li Mochou was afraid of his life.

If he looked at such a beautiful woman who was like a flower and jade, dying in front of him, Lin Pingzhi would never be willing to accept it.

Moreover, as long as you see the appearance of the wound, you can know what the injury on Li Mochou's body

is, what is so peculiar? What kind of martial arts was he injured, and is there a way to save

him?"Miss Mochou, that, Lin wants to take a look at your

wound!" The wound is in the chest socket, so isn't he going to be seen by Lin Pingzhi?

Although she has lived in the ancient tomb for a long time, she has also been with Lu Zhanyuan, so she naturally knows that this kind of thing is very shameful.

"Engong, is there any other way?" Li

Mochou's voice was like a mosquito fly!

"Miss Mochou, you are injured and inconvenient, why don't I help you..."

"Engong, I'll come by myself..."

Li Mochou raised his hand weakly and slowly untied the cyan silk on his waist.

Then, pull the garment down to the sides until it lands in the crook of your white arm.

Two snow-white rabbits immediately appeared in front of Lin Pingzhi's eyes.

Damn, this is a big one that Lin Pingzhi has never seen, and Li Mochou's skin is better than snow, and he looks even more white and flawless.

"Engong, okay, you can help me take a look!" Hearing

Li Mochou's shout, Lin Pingzhi came back to his senses.

He stepped forward and found that there was a faint red palm print on Li Mochou's chest.

It seems that this is the palm technique of Master Kongwen who injured Li Mochou.

Looking at its shape, it seems to be a unique palm technique of the Shaolin school.

"Miss Mochou, I saw the palm print, but I need to feel it..."

At this time, Li Mochou had already closed his eyes, and his face was flushed.

Lin Pingzhi's big hand gently covered the palm print.

Engong's palm was really too hot!

Lin Pingzhi didn't notice Li Mochou's psychological state, and his heart sank.

began to feel the breath emanating from the palm print, and it turned out to be a force of supreme strength and yang.