Shi Potian travels through Linghu Chong

Chapter 118 Ren Wujiang

The three people in the yard were all surprised.

Ping Yizhi blurted out, "Linghu Chong?!" He was both happy and worried. He was happy that Shi Potian could help him deal with Ren Wujiang, but he was worried because he didn't know when Shi Potian arrived and how much he had heard.

Ren Wujiang looked Shi Potian up and down and said in a deep voice, "Are you Linghu Chong from the Huashan Sect?"

Shi Potian ignored him, supported Ning Zhongze, and walked straight to Ping Yizhi, saying, "Doctor Ping, my master's wife is seriously injured, I would like you to take a look at her."

Ping Yizhi glanced at Ren Wujiang, walked to Ning Zhongze, checked Ning Zhongze's injuries, and put his index finger on Ning Zhongze's pulse. After a moment, he suddenly frowned and said "Huh", then slowly frowned and muttered, "Strange! Strange!"

Ping Yizhi saw that although Ning Zhongze's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were still clear and his consciousness was conscious. He thought that Ning Zhongze's injury was not serious. But when he touched it with his finger, he found that Ning Zhongze's pulse was extremely strange. It had a sign of being on the verge of death, but it was also strong, steady and long. The two were completely opposite, which he had never seen before in his life.

At this moment, Ping Yizhi noticed that Shi Potian's right hand had been pressing on Ning Zhongze's Shiquan acupoint without moving at all. He seemed to have suddenly thought of something and exclaimed "Ah". He also noticed the dusty look on Shi Potian's face. His eyes were wide open, full of horror and disbelief. He asked Ning Zhongze, "When were you injured? How did you get injured?"

Ning Zhongze said weakly, "Yesterday at noon, around 9:00 p.m."

Ping Yizhi murmured, "Si Shi... Si Shi..."

Ren Wujiang frowned and said impatiently: "Junior brother, what are you doing?"

Ping Yizhi looked at Shi Potian with a complicated expression, sighed deeply, and said with emotion: "I always said that if I saved too many people, I would make King Yama angry and blame me for stealing his business in the underworld. Today I know what it means to really steal business!"

From the situation he examined, anyone would not be able to survive even an hour from the poison inflicted on Ning Zhongze. However, Shi Potian relied on his internal strength to keep her alive until now. This method could be said to be unfathomable!
Shi Potian said quickly: "Doctor Ping thinks too highly of me. I have tried my best but I can only prevent my master's wife's injury from getting worse. There is no way to cure her. Doctor Ping, do you have a way to cure my master's wife?"

Ping Yizhi said: "Since you were able to bring her here safely, I naturally have a way to cure her."

Shi Potian was overjoyed and was about to ask Ping Yizhi for help when Ren Wujiang snorted coldly beside him: "I don't think so."

He opened his mouth twice in a row but was ignored. He was already burning with anger. His body swayed slightly, and suddenly he rushed forward, and with both palms, he slapped Ning Zhongze and Heping on the top of their heads.

Ren Wujiang did not take action before because he was afraid of Shi Potian's title of "the best in the world". Now that he has found Shi Potian's weakness, he naturally wants to seize the opportunity to kill him and force Shi Potian to fight head-on.

His Dragon Elephant Palm was derived from the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, the supreme guardian skill of Tantric Buddhism. This skill emphasizes gradual progress and has no threshold for practice. Even a foolish person can master the first level in one or two years as long as he is taught.

But this is just the beginning.

It takes three or four years for the second layer to be twice as deep as the first, and seven or eight years for the third layer to be twice as deep as the second.

It increases exponentially like this, and the further you go, the harder it becomes to make progress.

After reaching the fifth level, if you want to practice to a deeper level, it often takes more than thirty years of hard work.

Ren Wujiang has extraordinary talent and excellent comprehension. His training efficiency is much faster than that of ignorant people. After thirty years of hard practice, he has already practiced this magical skill to the seventh level. With one palm strike, the force of nearly a thousand pounds can be exerted.

Ren Wujiang knows that it is hopeless for him to make further progress in this lifetime, but he also feels that he is invincible in the world, so he prepares to break into Qianqiu Palace again and seize the legendary magical skill that can restore youth.

Facing Shi Potian, the best in the world, Ren Wujiang adhered to his usual cautious style of action, and went all out when he attacked, concentrating all his strength on his palms.

Before the palms arrived, the palm wind had already come whistling, overturning the shelves in the yard to the ground, and blowing herbs and stones everywhere.

Ping Yizhi took two steps back and shouted, "Get out of the way!" He looked panicked, but his eyes were calm and even a little cold.

Ping Yizhi had always been on guard against Ren Wujiang, but he deliberately did not remind Shi Potian.

He knew very well that Shi Potian was a master of martial arts and had a strong inner strength, and that Ren Wujiang was no match for him, but he didn't know whether Shi Potian was willing to keep his promise to "help him destroy the martial arts of a villain" after listening to the conversation between him and Ren Wujiang. It would be better to let Ren Wujiang kill Ning Zhongze.

In this way, Shi Potian will not only be able to free up his hands to go all out, but in a rage, he will most likely kill Ren Wujiang directly.

The secret of Qianqiu Palace can also be preserved.

However, he had to do what he should do to avoid arousing Shi Potian's suspicion.

Ping Yizhi dodged to the side while reminding loudly: "His Dragon Elephant Palm is a magical skill of the Tantric Buddhism. Its power is so strong and fierce that it cannot be resisted by flesh and blood!"

Before he could finish his words, Shi Potian lightly swung out with his palm. It seemed nothing special, but Ren Wujiang's whistling and violent palm wind stopped in an instant, and then rolled back at an even faster speed.

This boy has such strong internal strength!

Ren Wujiang's expression changed slightly.

Most masters with profound internal skills are able to condense true energy and launch palm power into the air.

But Shi Potian's palm power was too strong, and the coverage area was too large, as if a solid wall was pressing towards him.

But he was not panicked.

Ren Wujiang sneered, “Junior, didn’t your master teach you that to…” His voice stopped abruptly, his face turned red in an instant, and he looked ferocious and frightened.

In theory, the larger the coverage area of ​​the palm force, the more dispersed the palm force will be, often resulting in loud thunder but little rain. It may seem powerful but it cannot hurt the enemy at all.

But, Shi Potian's palm power is completely different!

Even though the magic had been dispersed to this extent, when he slapped it with his palms, he felt as if he was hit by a boulder weighing thousands of pounds.

The invincible palm power that he had always been proud of was completely ineffective in front of this huge rock, and was even vulnerable to a single blow.

Ren Wujiang realized that something was wrong, but it was too late for him to react. He could only roar and pour all his energy into his arms and palms.

As long as he could hold it off for a moment, he could take the opportunity to retreat.

but……

boom!
Ren Wujiang was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and was directly knocked away by the terrifying palm force. He spat out a mouthful of blood in the air and his arms hung limply at his sides.

Ren Wujiang was Ping Yizhi's senior brother. Although he had abandoned medical skills for many years, he was able to immediately determine that his hand bones were broken. He was so horrified that the only thought in his mind was to escape immediately.

At this moment, Ren Wujiang suddenly heard a very slight sound of breaking air, and immediately felt a sense of extreme danger in his heart. He took a breath of true energy, spun his body, and dodged to the left.

Ren Wujiang's reaction was quick, but Shi Potian's finger force was not aimed at him, but at the place where he was dodging.

Ren Wujiang was like a moth flying into a trap, and his dantian collided with the finger force.

With a light "puff" sound, Ren Wujiang fell heavily from mid-air. The true energy that he had cultivated for a half century poured out like a river bursting its dam and disappeared in a moment.

(End of this chapter)