Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

  Chapter 19 Taking Self as Medicine

After   Jin Bian finished speaking, he stood up with a gray face and slowly walked out of the martial arts hall.

   He stood at the door with Chen Lihua, as if waiting for something.

  Ren Qing's expression is weird, after seeing those old actors in the previous life, he always felt that Jin Bing was full of unnaturalness.

   He glanced out of the corner of the eye. Everyone around was sitting on the futon and didn't move, but from the sweat on his face, he could see the restlessness in his heart.

   Negative emotions are gradually brewing.

   After a long time, the dark-skinned man collapsed.

   He muttered to himself: "I can't die, someone at home is still waiting for me..."

   The dark-skinned man stumbled back a few steps, but when he got behind the crowd, he took out a thorn directly from his arms.

   He stabbed the other man's back with a wooden thorn, and blood soaked his clothes.

   The dark-skinned man woke up like a dream. He looked at his **** palms in horror, and his legs were weak and fell to the ground.

   The martial arts disciple in the corner couldn't help laughing.

  The injured man touched his back in astonishment. Seeing that the wound had not affected his internal organs, he rushed towards the dark man without hesitation, and the melee intensified.

  Ren Qing was ignored.

   But as time goes by, there is always a risk.

  Hong Biao has been in a gang called Qingshrimp Club for some time. Although he doesn't have any name, his experience in the rivers and lakes is enough.

   He felt that Ren Qing, who had just arrived, really couldn't see through.

   As long as this person is attacked and killed, the last person who survives must be himself, and the possibility of holding on until the yamen finds out is the greatest.

  Hong Biao hit Ren Qing on the back of the neck with his fists without leaving his hands.

   "Don't blame me for being cruel, just die honestly."

  Ren Qing didn't understand what was going on in the martial arts hall, so he wanted to stay out of the way, but it seemed that he could not avoid getting involved.

  The wooden knife is pulled out.

  Simple slashing and slashing, giving people an unavoidable illusion.

   In the eyes of others, it was like Hong Biao took the initiative to approach Ren Qing's wooden knife.

how is this possible? ! !

  Hong Biao covered his head with his arms.

  Ren Qing's wrist turned, and the direction of the wooden knife suddenly changed, piercing directly into Hong Biao's instep.

   Blood splattered.

   Hong Biao screamed, subconsciously wanting to pull the wooden knife out of his instep.

   Ren Qing snorted coldly, and slashed Hong Biao's neck with his right palm, and the latter was thrown to the door the moment he fainted.

   Chen Lihua said excitedly: "Okay."

   Then the room was silent.

  The people stopped fighting to the death, sat back on the futon and said no more, even if the wound was bloody, they forcibly endured it.

   Hong Biao outside the door was dragged away, and the two martial arts disciples in the corner also left the room.

  The gate was locked with iron chains.

  Everyone was vigilant against each other, especially the few seriously injured, while Ren Qing was vaguely isolated.

  Ren Qing was just about to ask a question, when a thin figure leaned over to him and said softly, "Brother, I am a Zaoli from Chenyang Street, and my name is Jiang Jie."

   Jiang Jie swallowed and asked, "I saw you in the yamen. When you came to the martial arts hall, did the yamen know where you were?"

  Ren Qing shook his head and said, "There really isn't one, but someone should be looking for him if he's been missing for more than five days."

  Jiang Jie's eyes were full of fear, and he said incoherently to himself: "In two days, everyone here will be dead, where can I wait for the yamen..."

  Ren Qing grabbed Jiang Jie's arm and asked, "Tell me what happened?"

   Jiang Jie probably wanted to talk to someone, so he stumbled and explained.

   After Ren Qing heard it, the doubts in his heart did not lessen, but instead became more intense.

The named disciples in the    martial arts hall came here one after another within two days.

  Chen Lihua drags three or four people away every day, all at mealtime, and the results are self-evident.

   Occasionally, the disciples outside the martial arts hall can be heard talking about the sweetness and deliciousness of human flesh, with undisguised greed in their tone.

   Of course there were some who tried to escape, but there was only one aisle in the martial arts hall. They didn’t replenish water and food for a long time, how could they beat more than a dozen trainers.

  Since he was dead both horizontally and vertically, he might be able to wait for rescue in the house.

  Ren Qing thought quietly to himself, for him, the disciples in the martial arts hall were not even cultivators, so they could not pose a threat at all.

   The most important thing is how to safely obtain the nerve foot nerve and remove yourself afterwards.

   Of course, even if Ren Qing exposed his techniques, the worst thing was to join the jailer, and Song Zong did not prove the origin of his techniques.

   After about two or three hours, Jin Bing and other talents returned to the martial arts hall.

   They couldn't help but exude an unpleasant smell, and the muscles on both feet were swollen to varying degrees.

   Especially Jin Bing, no matter how uncomfortable he behaves, he still can't hide the degree of alienation of his legs is the most obvious.

  Jin and sighed and took out the bandages to bandage the wounded to stop the bleeding, and then specially distributed them some dry food to satisfy their hunger.

   made everyone feel grateful to Kim and even to him.

  Ren Qing took the dry food and didn't show anything unusual, but he wasn't ready to eat it. The ghost knows what's tricky in it.

   The more he looked at Jin Ning, the more twisted he felt, he simply closed his eyes and rested, waiting for the situation to continue to ferment.

   As a result, Jin and really taught Baji legs.

   Except for Ren Qing who listened with relish, the rest were not interested. The most important thing was to recover some physical strength while free.

   Wait till night falls.

   There were a lot of footsteps outside the door, and it seemed that people were gathering again.

  Ren Qing noticed that the people around him fell asleep because of excessive fatigue.

   He got up and asked, "Senior Brother Jin, I want to understand when I die. Before I die, read the secret book that records Baji's legs."

  “…”

  Jin Bing's expression was a little weird. After hesitating for a while, he took out a thin book and handed it over.

  Ren Qing casually flipped through a few pages, put the book aside, and continued to close his eyes to rest.

   I didn’t expect the amount of information contained in the cheat book to be so large.

  【Eight pole legs】

   [Created by Chen Yongxing, it is divided into two main and sub-parts, the sub-part has thirty-six postures, and the main part requires the introduction of medicine. 】

   [Medicine Yin: Chen Yongxing uses his leg meat as a medicinal introduction, and after eating it, with the help of alienation, he can exert far more strength than ordinary people. 】

   Such a secret book is not a magic technique at all, at most it is an alternative martial arts created in order to adapt to the strange things with the body.

  Ren Qing had some guesses about the cause and effect.

  When the disciples of the martial arts hall first started to practice Baji Legs, they did not have much demand for human flesh, and they could eat it for a long time by raising humans and animals, but their appetites became larger and larger.

  No wonder that the God Foot Sutra has nothing to do with cannibalism, but the martial arts hall is smoky.

  Jin and his eyes were red, Ren Qing's actions were undoubtedly provocative in his view.

   Although he tried his best to pretend to be gentle and refined on the surface, his facial features were still distorted, and his killing intent was almost unbearable.

  The human nature fades away, and the animal nature begins to wake up.

   (end of this chapter)