Chapter 1885: Cold sweat

   Chapter 1885

  As soon as the bamboo tube was recovered, Master Yan took out several gold needles. Different from the golden needles used by ordinary medical alchemists, this golden needle is nearly a foot long and thicker. It is not so much a golden needle, but a golden awl is more suitable. Even the awl used by the old lady in the country to tie the soles of the shoes is a little more delicate than it. Minute.

  Looking at this golden awl with cold light, Shen Zhengxing only felt that his scalp was numb and his back was cold. If he could still speak, he would definitely shout: No, no, no, I don’t detoxify, so let me die like this!

  Unfortunately, there is no if in the world. He can only watch Master Yan pull out golden awls and make gestures on himself.

   "Master Yan, is your golden needle too thick?" Let alone Shen Zhengxing, even Ke Yunan was shocked when he saw this golden awl, and couldn't help asking.

"My Guardian Nine Profound Needle is too deep, only this kind of golden needle can be controlled." Master Yan said, squinting his eyes, and then reminded him, "It may be a bit painful for a while, please help Master Academy of History hold him down. ."

Upon hearing this, Ke Yun's safety began to flow long. You must know that Master Yuan Zheng is now completely unable to move his holy spirit. He actually needs his help to hold it down. This awl is probably not a little bit. Pain is as simple as that.

  Shen Zhengxing's eyes turned black, so scared that he almost didn't catch it, and fainted on the spot. Soon, he knew that fainting was actually a kind of luck.

"Quick!" Master Yan raised the needle and dropped, and a golden awl had been inserted into Shen Zhengxing's chest. This action was a bit like piercing the sole of a shoe, but he pierced not the sole of the shoe, but Master Yuan Zheng Ah's flesh and blood.

  In an instant, Shen Zhengxing's whole body tensed, gritted his teeth and his eyes were cracked, and then he jumped straight up like a fish on the chopping board.

  Ke Yunan didn’t expect that Master Yuan Zheng, who had lost his holy spirit, would make such a big movement. He was shocked and stood still for a while.

   "Hold him down!" Master Yan shouted in a deep voice.

  Ke Yunan woke up like a dream, and quickly reached out and held Shen Zhengxing.

   Taking advantage of this opportunity, Master Yan poked it again with a golden awl.

  Fortunately, this time when Ke Yunan held it down, Shen Zhengxing didn't jump up again, but his eyes were round and bloodshot, looking so painful and hideous.

  Without hesitation, Master Yan poked one awl after another.

  Even if Ke Yunan was pressed to death, with each awl poked, Master Yuan Zheng still flicked his whole body, the clenched teeth also ooze traces of blood, and the sorrowful roar in his throat.

   "It worked!" Hearing the muffled roar, Master Yan was overjoyed, and the golden awl in his hand was poked faster and harder, so Master Yuan Zheng also played harder and his eyes became wider.

   "Master Yan, I...I can't hold it anymore," Ke Yunan said laboriously.

  As Master Yan poked one awl after another, Shen Zhengxing’s potential was also stimulated, and the dissipated holy energy unexpectedly reunited. Ke Yunan was seriously injured in his early years, and his cultivation level was limited, and gradually became a little unable to hold him back.

  "Will you tie him?" Master Yan was so busy that he was sweating profusely, and he didn't have the time to talk to him in detail, and he roared fiercely.

  This kind of critical juncture, of course, is the healer, and Ke Yunan was not angry, so he quickly untied his belt, and in a hurry, he could only find out this.

  (End of this chapter)