Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

  Chapter 60 I'm sorry, this girl, I'll keep it

   Yin Xue's mouth was overflowing with blood, but her eyes were staring at the light blue with anticipation.

   Zhang Ming stretched out his hand to hold down her wound, drained his true essence, and said, "If you talk again, you will really die."

   Yin Xue's pale face suddenly flushed with blush, and her heart started beating "thumping".

"This is…"

   The girl in the green jacket widened her eyes, and immediately she looked happy, Yin Xue seemed to have recovered a lot.

   The light golden immortal essence of the Heart Sutra poured into Yin Xue's body through softness from the palm of his hand.

   The frantically overflowing blood finally stopped.

   What Zhang Ming said was not false.

   Yin Xue's chest was pierced by a sharp weapon, injuring his five internal organs, and it would really be impossible to treat it a little later.

   It was all her will to speak up.

   For such a person, Zhang Ming has some admiration, so in a crisis, he can't care about the difference between men and women.

   "Sanqing Taoist is above. In the eyes of the poor Taoist, there are only donors, and there are no male or female donors."

   He muttered to himself.

   The "Inextinguishable Heart Sutra" is called "immortal" because it draws on the essence of blood nerves. Therefore, its golden true essence has a great effect on the recovery of injuries.

   The fatal wound on Yin Xue's body gradually subsided under the nourishment of the true essence, the blood coagulated into a scab, and the skin slowly healed. I believe it will soon be restored to its original state.

  Yin Xue opened his eyes embarrassedly: "Daoist Qing Hui, will my injury...will leave a scar?"

   Zhang Ming shook his head and said, "No. Little girl, please arrange her clothes for her."

   He stood up, turned his head and said to the girl beside him, which made it inconvenient to do it himself.

   The girl understood, and quickly put the broken hole on the pad with two layers of handkerchiefs, and comforted: "Yin Xue, when we retake the carriage, I will change you into clean clothes."

   Yin Xue felt that her strength had recovered a bit, and then she remembered the battle on the side and said, "Miss, Yin Zhenghe..."

   However, before she could finish speaking, she saw a black shadow flying over and landing on her feet with a bang.

   Zhang Ming: "???"

   I saw a young man in black lying on the ground, groaning in pain, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

   Zhang Ming is a little suspicious, is this really touching porcelain?

   Yin Xue shouted anxiously: "Yin Zheng! How are you?"

   The green jacket girl looked at Zhang Ming pitifully, as if to say, "Can you save it again?"

  “…”

   "It's okay, internal injuries, can't die!"

  Zhang Ming did a little exploration, then stood up neatly, not because he didn't want to save, but because... the two bandits on the opposite side came over.

   "Hahaha! Little girl, your name is Guo Xiang, right? Now, I will see where you are going!"

In front of    is an old man with brown hair, thin nose, dark eyes, holding a **** steel thorn in his hand.

   This is the weapon that pierced Yin Xue just now.

   followed by a thin middle-aged man, wearing a bucket hat, with a mole on the corner of his mouth, so he couldn't see the whole picture.

   However, Zhang Ming saw half of the maple leaf pattern on the cuff from under his wide robe, which was very familiar, but he didn't think of where he had seen it for a while.

   "You...you recognize me!?"

   Guo Xiang was a little surprised, and immediately raised his eyebrows, and suddenly said: "Ah, I know! You are not bandits, you are coming for my Guo family!"

   The brown-haired old man blew blood dripping steel thorns and said with a smile: "You only know now, it's a bit late!"

  Yin Xue stood in front of Guo Xiang and wanted to say that Miss Run quickly, but now Yin Zheng is seriously injured and he is weak, how can he still have the ability to entangle these two powerhouses at the peak of the Unity Realm.

   Thinking of this, she felt sad in her heart.

   Do you want to beg Dafa again, and ask Daoist Qing Hui to take action? I want a face too.

   Yin Xue, who has always been strong, feels that she has asked more people a day today than in her entire life.

   "No, Daoist Qing Hui is only in the initial stage of the First Stage. I'm really stunned. No matter how amazing he is, how can he fight against two mountain bandits at the peak of the First Stage..."

   Yin Xue bit her lip, her face burning with determination: "Miss, Yin Xue is incompetent, I will accompany you on a trip to Huangquan Road today, are you afraid?"

  Guo Xiang was stunned for a moment, is the mountains and rivers exhausted?

   If he just died, that's fine, but do you want to drag Yin Xue and Yin Zheng to die together...

   Tears welled up in her eyes.

   "Yin Xue, Xiang'er is not afraid."

   She walked out from behind Yin Xue, pulled out the bright dagger at her waist, and said with a smile, "When I was six years old, the Acacia Demon Sect came to arrest me, I remember it clearly."

   "That's how we stand side by side."

   "You need to be taller. At that time, we made an agreement. If you are captured and made into a cauldron, it is better to die. If you die, then we will die together."

   Guo Xiang gestured and said with a smile, "Sister Xue, although Xiang'er is young, why should she be afraid of death."

   This "Sister Xue" broke Yin Xue's heart defense.

   She clenched the knife in an instant, and a cold sword light ignited on her body. It was the power of life, encouraging, roaring, blooming, fighting to the death, fearless!

  Yin was lying in the gravel, the corners of his mouth twitching in pain.

   "Is it appropriate for you to be so provocative? Does anyone care about the injured self? I'm going to die too!"

   Although he thought wryly, his hand clenched the sword.

   In his longing eyes, someone finally moved, the Taoist priest who had been silent.

   "Several donors, don't you think that there is no such thing as a poor Taoist?"

   heard the Taoist ask softly.

   The two people on the opposite side were stunned for a moment, and then they noticed this little character with a weak breath, and couldn't help frowning. No matter how adults talk, any cat or dog can interrupt.

  No way, Zhang Ming's body is constantly running the breath-holding technique, as long as he doesn't make a move, it's hard to see the depth.

The brown-haired old man took a look, and suddenly smiled grimly: "Boy, this old man hates good-looking men the most in his life! Heaven has a way, you don't go, **** has no door, you come here. If that's the case, don't blame the old man for being cruel. !"

   He did not recognize Zhang Ming.

   When he was resisting Feather Arrow just now, Zhang Ming radiated golden light all over his body, so they couldn't see the clothes and appearance at all. And now on the mountain road, there is still golden light to suppress everyone.

   This gave him a false perception.

   This kind of cognition is just as dangerous and deadly as encountering an assassin squatting in the grass with a card vision.

   So Zhang Ming laughed, like an assassin.

   At this time, the man in the bucket hat stepped forward and said impatiently: "Okay, King Anyang, enough nonsense! Guo Xiang took it away, and everyone else was killed!"

  The atmosphere was stagnant all of a sudden.

  The brown-haired old man known as the "King of Anyang" sneered: "Everyone, it's over!"

   He rubbed his hands together, and the shiny steel thorns spun in the palm of his hand, and suddenly let go and flew out, heading straight for Yin Xue's face.

   Controlling the thorn, like a sword!

   He shot ruthlessly, without the slightest pity.

   Yin Xue was pierced by him just now.

  clang—

   Yin Xue raised the knife with all her might to block the stab. However, with the knuckles of the brown-haired old man, the steel thorn swirled and stabbed again from the side.

   "Sister Xue, I'll help you!"

  Guo Xiang has practiced some military techniques, and has the cultivation base of nourishing qi, luck is on the dagger, stabbing the opposite side.

   "Humph, naive!"

   The brown-haired old man sneered, a steel thorn suddenly flew out of his waist, knocked Guo Xiang's dagger into the air in an instant, and then reached out with his big hand, pinching it towards Guo Xiang's neck.

"Miss!"

   Yin Xue and Yin Zheng's eyes were split.

   Before the palm of his hand came, the frost came first, and Guo Xiang froze in place, watching the claws get closer and closer, the thorns flying, hovering around.

   Despair rose in her heart, she was really too weak to even commit suicide.

   "Pindao hates tired and ugly people all his life!"

   At this moment, a jade-white palm stretched out, dialed on the swirling thorns, and then pinched with five fingers, grasping the thin devil-like wrist.

   "I'm sorry, this girl, I'll keep it!"

   (end of this chapter)