The disciples of Zhike almost pissed off Chen Zhenren's disciples to death. But at the moment, the master is still in a coma, so who has the heart to take care of the others?

A disciple just pinched Chen Zhenren's people and pinched him for a while. Chen Zhenren slowly opened his eyes. When the disciples saw him open their eyes, they asked one by one: "Master, you are awake!" "Master, are you okay?" "Master, are you okay?"...

"It's okay..." Chen Zhenren said powerlessly.

The disciple of Zhang Yu's disciple, because he didn't know what happened, and was still enthusiastic, immediately said, "Master, what's wrong with you? Are you sick... That... My master is very skilled in medical skills. Come and rest in the temple quickly. I'll ask your master to come here to treat you immediately..."

Zhenren Chen was so angry when he heard this. After all, he had just fought with Zhang Yu, and he won on the surface, and he didn't know that this disciple actually didn't know the whole story. He was kind-hearted, and he thought it was ridicule.

Of course, whether it is kindness or ridicule, Chen Zhenren could not go to Wudang Taoist Temple to ask Zhang Yu to treat him. First, it was a matter of face, and second, Zhang Yu's injury was not much better than him, so how could he have the ability to treat him again.

"It's just a trivial matter... nothing..." Chen Zhenren said powerlessly. Judging from his appearance, how could it be a trivial matter.

He slowly raised his right hand and tried hard to put his hand into his arms. After a long time, he took out a small medicine bottle. However, his hands were trembling, and the medicine bottle was a little unsteady.

Seeing him like this, the disciple hurriedly said, "Master, I'll do it."

The disciple took the small medicine bottle from Zhenren Chen, then unscrewed the lid, and poured out a red pill from it.

Zhenren Chen opened his mouth and the disciple fed the pills into Zhenren Chen's mouth. Another disciple opened the kettle with him and fed Chen Zhenren water. After taking the medicine, after a while, Zhenren Chen said weakly: "Let's go down the mountain."

"Yes, Master."...The disciples agreed immediately.

The two disciples helped Zhenren Chen up, but Zhenren Chen was now so he couldn't walk at all. He could only carry Zhenren Chen with a good physique and then go down the mountain along the mountain road.

Let’s talk about Zhang Yu in the small square of the back hall.

After Chen Zhenren walked, Li Mingyue hurried forward, held Zhang Yu's arm, and said with concern: "Master, are you okay..."

"Wow……"

Zhang Yu didn't say anything, just opened his mouth and a mouthful of blood flowed out of his mouth.

Seeing Zhang Yu like this, all the disciples present were panicked and shouted anxiously: "Master!" "Master, are you okay?" "Master! This..." "Master... why are you vomiting blood..."...

The disciples were all anxious, and some were so scared that they shed tears.

You know, in their minds, Zhang Yu was basically a godlike existence. No matter what difficulties he encountered, he never lost. But this time, he was beaten and vomited blood.

"I'm fine..." Zhang Yu gritted his teeth and said, enduring the pain in his chest.

When Chen Zhenren spoke before, he couldn't say it at all. At this moment, he vomited blood in one mouthful of blood, which made him feel more comfortable. But at the same time, he was not much better than Chen Zhenren, just because he didn't faint.

Then, he slowly reached into his arms and took out a small medicine bottle. This medicine bottle was a medicine for treating internal injuries, and his hands were trembling. When Li Mingyue saw his master take out the medicine bottle, she quickly took it over, opened the medicine bottle, poured out a pill, and gave Zhang Yu to take it.

After Zhang Yu took the medicine, he sat down slowly on the spot. He folded his palms together and barely used his true energy to refine the medicine he had just taken.

The disciples formed a group of worries on their faces. After a while, a disciple of the Zhigu suddenly ran to the back hall.

As soon as the disciple came in, he shouted anxiously: "Not good! Nothing good!"

"What are you shouting? What's wrong with it? Don't speak softly!" When Li Mingyue saw his junior brother shouting, she was afraid that it would affect Zhang Yu's use of skills to heal his wounds, and immediately scolded him dissatisfiedly.

"It's the Taoist priest of Qingcheng Sect. He fainted as soon as he left the mountain gate, and his mouth was sprayed with a lot of blood..." The Zhike disciple did not know that Zhang Yu was injured, and said anxiously again.

After hearing this, Li Mingyue and other disciples were stunned and immediately became excited, "He actually fainted!" "I thought he was very powerful, but it turned out to be that way!" "I think he was so powerful, but it turned out to be that way!" "I think he was so powerful!" "I think he was so powerful, but it turned out to be that way!"...

The first time they saw Zhang Yu being defeated and was so seriously injured, they naturally felt angry. When they heard that Chen Zhenren was even more injured than Zhang Yu, they were even more fainting. They couldn't help but feel excited.

Because in this way, the person who really loses is not Zhang Yu, but Chen Zhenren. Of course, no matter who wins and who loses, in their hearts, Zhang Yu wins.

Zhike's disciple was inexplicably, but he had already arrived in front of everyone. He soon saw Zhang Yu sitting cross-legged on the ground, with blood on his mouth. Zhike's disciple was startled and said nervously: "Master... What's wrong with Master..."

Li Mingyue said angrily: "It's not that old Taoist from Qingcheng Sect, it's just too much! The master attacked him, but he was injured... Fortunately, the injury was not as serious as that old Taoist!"

"Ah?" Zhike's disciple was shocked and said, "There is such a thing. I thought the Taoist priest was sick at the time. It turned out that he was fighting with his master. I was so kind to ask his master to take care of him. Now it seems that he deserves it..."

Speaking of this, he looked at Zhang Yu with concern and said worriedly: "Master's injury...is it okay..."

"It should be fine... let's stop talking, so as not to affect the master's healing..." Li Mingyue reminded.

All the disciples nodded and stopped talking.

Time passed little by little, and Zhang Yu, who had been closing his eyes to heal his wounds, finally opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that the disciples were looking at him with concern. Zhang Yu's slightly pale face flashed with a smile and said, "I worry you, my injury is fine..."

"Master, you're fine." "That's great!" "Master's cultivation is profound, so there will definitely be no problem." "That's great, the ancestor of Taoism."... All the disciples were relieved when they saw Zhang Yu talking.

However, Zhang Yu said it was okay. In fact, his chest and dantian were a little uncomfortable, and there was some pain. But he didn't want his disciples to worry about him, and his injuries were indeed much healed a lot, so there would be no serious damage.

Zhang Yu stood up, looked at the disciples again, and said, "You only know about my fight with the Taoist brother of Qingcheng Sect now. The disciples outside don't know about it."

"We know." Li Mingyue said immediately.

"Don't spread this matter. No matter who loses and who wins, don't let people know." Zhang Yu said solemnly.
Chapter completed!