"Huh?" When the seventh uncle's seventh silver needle was inserted into Tang Ming's spine, he suddenly felt a new spiritual energy that catered to his silver needle. Logically speaking, according to Tang Ming's current state, there was absolutely no way to condense his own spiritual energy in such a short time.

But now this young man has done it.

The seventh uncle's mouth suddenly raised a smile and said to himself, "This kid is indeed a bit extraordinary."

Then under the influence of the spiritual energy of the Seventh Master, all the silver needles in the cloth bag flew up together, and all the acupoints on Tang Ming's body were inserted into full bloom. With the help of Immortal Shura, the wound on Tang Ming's body was recovering quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This scene was immediately seen by Bipinghe Bi and the two little monks, and opened their mouths.

The fatter and cute monk Biping immediately smashed his mouth, and then said to the seventh Master in front of him in surprise.

"Uncle Master. When did your medical skills become so superb? Why can the injuries on this donor recover so quickly?" No wonder Biping would say that the acupuncture treatment method requires a gradual progress, so where can there be such a random treatment for injuries?

The seventh uncle's expression also changed and he glanced at Biping: "What do you mean that my medical skills are so good? My medical skills are good, but this kid is really a little strange. I did not use any means of treating trauma, but I was just helping him to get poison. But some kind of kung fu in this kid's body seemed to have activated it by itself."

"That means, uncle, have you saved this donor?" Biping asked impromptuly.

Uncle Qi shook his head: "Save? I don't have that ability."

"Ah, uncle, don't make a puzzle for us. Just tell us what the situation is." The young senior brother felt like he was being played with, and immediately spread his hands and decided to break the casserole and ask the whole thing.

Uncle Seven took a deep breath again and slapped Tang Ming's back with one hand. Then all the silver needles on Tang Ming's body flew up and inserted one by one into the red pocket one by one.

After doing all this, Uncle Seven waved his hand again, called Bibitong to his side, and handed Bibitong the red pocket in his hand to Bitong.

"The Buddha said it is hard to say, and some things you don't have to know so clearly." Uncle Seven touched Bitong's head for a long time, stood up from the wooden board, patted his palms with some dirty blood.

He took out the wine gourd from his waist and took a sip. In a blink of an eye, he turned into the drunken look just now.

"Oh, Qi...Seventh Master Uncle." The little monk was still asking something but was stopped by Bitong. He just let the Qishima walk out of the woodshed stagger.

The rest of Biping looked at the senior brother beside him with a little at a loss and asked timidly.

"Senior brother, what should I do now?"

You're welcome, just a stern

He hit Biping's head: "What else can I do? Let's stay here first. We haven't had breakfast yet, so let's go back to have a meal first."

After saying that, he took the lead and left the door of the woodshed. When he arrived, Biping closed the door politely.

On Tang Ming's side, Immortal Shura began to swallow the spiritual energy around him again. In a short time, a palm-sized spiritual vortex formed on the spiritual elixir in Tang Ming's body and the spiritual energy tree in his heart veins. Black mist covered it, and its suction was really strong.

Under this extreme recovery, Tang Ming's internal organs were gradually restored to their usual color by the spiritual energy.

Finally, in the next moment, Tang Ming's spiritual pill returned to his usual normal work with the spiritual tree in his heart.

With the little bit of restoration of the Immortal Shura, Tang Ming finally closed his eyes with confidence. He believed that after waking up, his state would be able to recover to its peak.

So Tang Ming closed his eyes very relaxedly, and fell into a self-sleep for the first time in ten days. In less than ten minutes, he fell asleep completely.

It took another three days to sleep. When the first ray of light in the morning shone on Tang Ming's face through the window, he opened his eyes in a daze and looked at the window that was passing through the light. He was a little confused for a moment. It took at least ten days to come to this place, but he still didn't know where it was.

He twisted his body and struggled to get up from the hard wooden board in his impression. Then he realized that he was in the dirty woodshed, surrounded by an elegant screen. The smell of fine wine came from the opposite side of the screen. The smell was mellow and pleasant. If you don’t look at it, just by smelling it like this, you can know that this wine is definitely the best choice.

"It smells so good!" Tang Ming's stomach rang for more than ten days, and when he looked up, he realized that his upper body was covered with long needles shining with silver brilliance.

"Hehehe! You're awake." Uncle Seventh Master's voice came over.

Tang Ming instinctively looked at him and saw a thin bald head with a red nose holding two scorpions and gestured on Tang Ming's body. One scorpion was black, and the other scorpion was a sick purple color. After a rough search in his head, there was no information about these two scorpions at all.

"I'll go, what's this for?" Tang Ming was clever and wanted to jump out of the bed, but the old man pressed it back on the bed without even circulating his spiritual energy.

"Don't move. I'll help you detoxify!" Uncle Seven casually tapped Tang Ming's head. Tang Ming was surprised to find that his figure could no longer move. No, not only his body, but also his spiritual energy could not continue to operate.

Tang Ming was shocked and joked that his cultivation was at the level of Daoxuan. His body had reached the level of Tianxuan. He was subdued by this inconspicuous old man with one hand and one finger. This old man must

What level of cultivation is it?

"Tianxuan? Even higher?" He said to himself in his heart, and Tang Ming's eyes became respectful when he looked at the Seventh Master Uncle. He changed his previous attitude and said in a regular manner: "What are you doing, this master?"

The seventh uncle glanced at Tang Ming, took a deep breath of the wine in the room and became intoxicated: "Didn't you tell me? I'm removing poison for you, hey, little monk. You're talking about it, if I want to relieve the poison in your body, should I use this death-slaying scorpion to sting you, or use the soul-chasing scorpion to sting you."

Tang Ming pursed his lips and smiled awkwardly: "What, senior, why don't we discuss it? If it really doesn't work, don't detoxify it now, and the toxins in my body will not kill me for a while."

Uncle Seventh Master shook his head: "How can that be? The miasma that is not alive and immortal remains in your body is always a disaster. By the way, I understand what you mean. You feel that you are not enough for a scorpion to sting, right? Indeed, this choice is quite difficult. Soul-chasing and slaying are extremely rare scorpions. If I choose among them, it will be difficult for me to make a choice for a while. Otherwise, let's go together."

Tang Ming's face turned a little green in an instant. When the other party gave him an acupuncture, he still felt that this person's medical skills were absolutely superb.

Why did you get an experiment on yourself after turning your head?

Before Tang Ming could struggle, the other party had already placed a scorpion on Tang Ming's naked belly with one hand, and then he pressed the two on Tang Ming's belly with two palm-sized bowls, and finally slapped the bottom of the bowl with his palm.

Tang Ming almost screamed. Although he didn't know what kind of scorpion it was, he could tell that it was definitely a poisonous insect based on the color of his body.

There is an old saying that there are clouds, and those with colorful colors are poisons.

It can be seen how poisonous this scorpion is.

"Hey, wait!" Tang Ming suddenly came to his senses. He was so scared that he had forgotten that he already had a physical body in the realm of Tianxuan. Judging from his current physical strength, a mere scorpion or two would be afraid that even the skin on his body would not be able to stung. What's there to be afraid of?

Just as Tang Ming was relieved, the uncle of the seventh master finally stopped when he slapped the bottom of the bowl. Then a piercing pain came from Tang Ming's lower abdomen. One wave was not relieved, and another wave rose. The two colors of toxins were instantly transmitted to Tang Ming's body.

Tang Ming's face swelled up quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The beauty of the past no longer existed, but the bald monk with a fat face.

"Oh my god, this, master, aren't you cheating me? I said that my illness doesn't need treatment and will be cured in a while."

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, Tang Ming's body couldn't help but stand upside down: "This, is there any mistake? Master, please show me how I

Will it be inverted?"

The seventh uncle was groping his own way, looking thoughtful: "It turns out that if the toxins of the two deadly poisons of soul chasing and death are mixed together, they will become like this. This is a new discovery."

Tang Ming opened his mouth: "Ah, what you mean is. You are using me as a guinea pig here!"

"What is a teenage mouse? I don't know, but I just try this detoxification method on you. But you see, logically speaking, ordinary monks in the Daoxuan realm were poisoned to death after absorbing these two toxins, but you are not only not dead, but also automatically recovered in such a short time. I guess that all this has something to do with the poison pill in your heart. Maybe you are also lucky in disguise, and you may not invade all poisons in the future."

"This is the little white mouse!" Tang Ming insisted. After saying this, he did it swayingly.

A face quickly returned to its original shape, and all the side effects disappeared.

"Look, in your case, not the whole world should be only one."

Tang Ming was stunned for a moment: "Sad? Where is this?"
Chapter completed!