When Yin Susu saw her son fall to the ground, she became anxious and hugged Zhang Wuji without thinking about committing suicide.

But when she put her hand on Zhang Wuji's face, she found that his whole body was cold and his breath had become weak.

"Fifth brother, look at Wuji, what's wrong with him?" Yin Susu asked her husband anxiously, her face pale.

Zhang Cuishan took his son and quickly massaged him. The Wudang exercises were peaceful and warmed his body. But even if he introduced internal energy, he could not wake up. Seeing such a situation, he could only look at him expectantly.

Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng reached out and pressed Zhang Wuji's back, and a strong internal energy was passed through. With Zhang Sanfeng's decades of internal energy cultivation, as long as he was not killed on the spot, no matter how injured he was, this pure Yang internal energy would be enough to

Get better.

But he couldn't do it now. With the infusion of his inner strength, Zhang Wuji's face turned from white to green, from green to purple, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Zhang Sanfeng felt that the problem was not simple, so he took off Zhang Wuji's shirt and saw a green palm print on his back.

The palm print was extremely hot, but the surrounding area was extremely cold. Others would feel uncomfortable just touching it, let alone a ten-year-old child.

"What is this?" Zhang Cuishan asked quickly, but Yin Susu had already covered her mouth out of surprise.

"Xuanming Divine Palm! This is going to be difficult." Zhang Sanfeng said in a low tone.

Before Zhang Sanfeng could finish speaking, Xie Ying said: "Master Zhang, can you let me have a try?"

"The Yiyang Finger is the secret skill of the Duan family in Dali, the most advanced fingering method." Zhang Sanfeng said.

Everyone looked at each other and fought for a long time, until Zhang Wuji opened his eyes and shouted: "Daddy, daddy. I hurt, it hurts so much."

Because the Huashan faction did not come to persecute Wudang, but came to sincerely wish him a birthday. And Xie Ying helped Huashan several times, so Zhang Sanfeng's attitude was not bad.

The person in front of him was a legend who had been invincible for decades. Facing Zhang Sanfeng's stern eyes, he was still afraid.

"It's difficult, it's difficult." Of course Zhang Sanfeng understood what Song Yuanqiao meant, but he couldn't think of a good way and could only shake his head and said.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded. From what he had seen before, Xie Ying's internal strength was indeed profound, even surpassing that of his master Xian Yutong. His two hidden weapon techniques and one fingering technique just now proved his guess. There should be some tricks.

After he opened his eyes again, Zhang Cuishan asked: "Master, is this child seriously...really hopeless?" Zhang Cuishan's words were choked and he asked with difficulty.

"Yes, the One-Yang Finger is the top fingering technique. In terms of power, it is only comparable to the Shaolin Vajra Finger, Nianhua Finger and Wuxiang Jie Finger, but he still has to beat these fingering techniques. Just because the One-Yang Finger can not only control

The enemy can also save people."

Now it was Zhang Cuishan's time to rest. When he saw Zhang Sanfeng returning, he quickly asked: "Master, what kind of palm technique did Wuji hit?"

Xie Ying immediately understood what he meant, so he clasped his fists and said, "I see that Zhang Wuxia's son seems to have suffered internal injuries. I want to see if I can be of any help."

"Can a Yang Finger save my child?" Zhang Cuishan asked quickly.

Xie Ying said: "I'm not too optimistic. The child is too young, and the person who used the palm is too vicious. The cold air has penetrated into all the meridians, just like the poison in the tarsal bones, which is difficult to peel off."

"Why don't you leave, Master Xianyu? Is there anything else going on?" Zhang Sanfeng asked kindly.

"I won't send it away." Zhang Sanfeng said calmly.

"Then this child..." Song Yuanqiao wanted to ask Zhang Wuji if he could still be saved, but he was afraid of hurting his fifth junior brother, so he didn't ask.

"One yang means Shaoyang. One yang finger can transform the qi of Shaoyang. Even if it cannot cure it, it can greatly alleviate the injury." Xie Ying said after feeling.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, I will do my best," Xie Ying said immediately. Then he mobilized his whole body's internal strength, stretched out his index finger, and touched the Lingtai point on his back with the internal strength of his yang finger.

After a while, Xie Ying stopped the operation of his internal energy, retracted his index finger, and took a deep breath. Zhang Sanfeng also knew that this would greatly damage his internal energy, so he did not rush him. After Xie Ying calmed down, he asked: "How is little friend Xie?

"

"It turns out to be the Xuanming Divine Palm!" Song Yuanqiao is older. He has heard the name of this martial art and knows how vicious it is.

Even Xian Yutong asked: "Ying'er, do you have any ideas? Don't fool Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Sanfeng was also very sad. He thought for a long time and said, "Unless..."

Then he led several people into the back hall. At this time, the Seven Heroes of Wudang were taking turns to inject internal energy into Zhang Wuji's body. Although the effect was not great, it could save Zhang Wuji's life.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Xie Ying in surprise. Even he couldn't solve this Xuanming Divine Palm. How could this child be able to do anything about it?

Xie Ying stepped forward and asked, "Does Master Zhang know Yi Yang Finger?"

Then he said to everyone present: "I have something to deal with in Wudang today, so I can't entertain you all. Please go back." After that, he turned around and went back to Zixiao Palace.

So he said: "Then please come and take a look, little friend Xie!"

"I don't want to know Xie Xun's whereabouts anymore. I'm leaving first."

"Thank you, little friend, for what you said makes sense. Please give it a try. No matter what the result is, we, the Wudang Sect, will be grateful to you." Zhang Sanfeng was unwilling to give up even if there was even a slight possibility, so he promised.

When Kongxing of Shaolin Temple was about to speak, he was stopped by Kongwen. Kongwen said "Amitabha" and then said: "Master Zhang is celebrating his birthday today. We really shouldn't be like this. The poor monk and others took their leave."

Zhu Changling on the side was already stunned, because Xie Ying learned the Yang Finger from him, but even he didn't know that the Yang Finger could save people. How did Xie Ying know?

Of course, Xie Ying's progress in rescuing people would not stop because of Zhu Changling's doubts. With the infusion of inner power from Xie Ying's fingertips, white smoke continued to rise from Zhang Wuji's head, but the green and black palm prints on his back only became lighter.

But Xie Xun's whereabouts had not yet been revealed, so how could everyone be willing to accept it, so someone walked out of the team and said loudly: "Zhenzhen Zhang, this Xie Xun..."

Zhang Sanfeng didn't wait for the man to finish speaking, and quickly turned around. His raised sleeves used his majestic internal force to smash the boulder beside him, and then looked at him coldly. "I don't want to kill anyone today, so I'd like to invite you."

Be careful what you say."

"This..." Xian Yutong didn't know how to answer, so he glanced at Xie Ying.

Seeing that all the eminent monks in Shaolin had left, others naturally did not have to stay in Wudang Mountain, so they all left one after another. When Xian Yutong also wanted to leave, he was pulled down by Xie Ying, so he did not go down the mountain. Zhu Changling was with Huashan,

Naturally, he stayed.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed and said: "This palm technique is called the Xuanming Divine Palm. It was a unique technique used by Taoist Baishu back then. Those who were struck by the palm with such insidiousness would hardly survive. Originally, I thought that this palm technique would be lost after the death of Taoist Baishu.

I didn’t expect that there are still people who know this martial art.”

Upon seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng quickly tapped all the major acupoints on his body, and then injected his internal energy again to ease the cold air in Zhang Wuji's body. After a long while, he withdrew his internal energy and sat quietly to adjust his breath.

He understood that Zhang Sanfeng was really angry at this time, so he held his junior brother back, just not wanting to add fuel to the fire. If he really forced someone to death, it would not end well.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed in a low voice, but still asked Xie Ying: "Xie Xiaoyou, is there anything else you can do?"

Xie Ying was silent for a long time, and finally said to Zhang Sanfeng: "I do have a way to save his life."

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