Tang San pressed one hand on the master's chest, and the internal force of the Xuantian Gong that had just been improved urged out, and his left hand connected the dots, sealing the four meridians on the master's chest, so that the poisonous gas would not spread, and at the same time, his right hand began to rub lightly on the master's chest, urging the qi and blood in the master's body to run with the internal force.
Slowly push the toxins into one place.
Xuantian Gong, as the highest internal strength of the Tang Sect, itself has a strong detoxification effect, it is not a strong internal force, but it is extremely delicate, like a thread deep into the master's body, so as not to leave a trace of trouble.
Unbuttoning the master's shirt, Tang San carefully observed the black qi on the master's body, under the effect of Xuantian Gong, the black qi gradually gathered together and flowed in the direction of the master's right arm, at this time, Tang San still did not untie the strip of cloth on the master's arm.
Poisonous blood flowed out, the master's swollen arm gradually retracted, the color of the skin gradually became normal, the master's face showed a painful look, and a moan began to come out of his mouth.
As the purple-black blood gradually drained out, bright red blood began to appear, and the master's arm had become a little pale.
Only then did Tang San pick up the strip of cloth on the master's arm, and quickly expelled all the last toxins at once with his internal force, and then quickly sealed the blood veins on the master's arm, tearing off a few strips of cloth from his body and wrapping them around the wound.
The reason why he was not in a hurry to untie the strip of cloth on the master's arm before was because he was afraid that the master would bleed too much, after all, he had been poisoned for a long time.
After the toxin was removed, Tang San was already sweating, although Xuantian Gong had entered the second level, it was not yet powerful, and using internal force to assist in detoxification was the most exhausting internal force and energy, because the sense of power brought by absorbing the soul ring had also become a little weak at this time.
Tang San used clean water to help the master wash his arm, and then buried the small pit full of poisonous blood with soil.
That's all the work.
Next, the master was in a coma for three days, during which he had a constant fever, Tang San could only pour some water into him every day, in order to allow the master's body to replenish some nutrients, he even cut off a piece of tree trunk to make a small pot, and took the dried meat he brought and boiled some broth with clean water.
Since this was the Soul Hunting Forest, Tang San didn't dare to stay away from the master for a single step.
Fortunately, their luck was not bad, although there were occasional soul beasts passing by here, most of them were ten-year soul beasts, and they were not very aggressive, so they didn't cause any trouble to Tang San.
"What's wrong with me" When the master came to his senses, it was already noon on the fourth day.
The weak body did not need a trace of strength, and the master only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the feeling of the world spinning made him unable to find his direction, even lifting his hand was laborious.
"Teacher, you're awake."
Tang San was surprised to come to the master's side and pass a pure internal force into the master's body.
With the help of Xuantian Gong, the master's spirit was lifted a little, and his eyes finally gradually focused.
"Little San, I'm still alive" The master looked at Tang San beside him with some surprise.
Tang San nodded and said, "Teacher, you are living well.
But I'm afraid I'm going to have to take a long break this time. ” The master reluctantly tilted his head and looked at his right arm, "You saved me." ” Tang San scratched his head and said, "When I was a child, my father taught me simple ways to deal with poisonous injuries, and at that time, I saw that you were unconscious, so I could only try."
There's always a chance to try it, and a dead horse will be a live horse doctor. ” "It's not big or small, did you say that the teacher is a horse" The master squeezed out a smile, of course, his already stiff face and the current paleness, his smile was a little more ugly than crying.
It's always a good thing to be alive, even if it's a master who has dedicated his life to the study of martial souls with arrogance.
Tang San smiled and said, "Teacher, you rest for a while, and I'll give you hot broth."
You wake up and rest for a few more hours before you can eat some dry food.
We should also leave the Soul Hunting Forest early, the environment here is too poor, and the air is relatively humid, which is not conducive to the recovery of your wounds. ” The master seemed to suddenly remember something, "Little San, have you succeeded?"
For him, the theory he studied was even more important than life.
Tang San smiled and said, "Teacher, don't worry.
I did it.
You see. ” As he spoke, Tang San raised his right hand, a faint white light appeared on the surface of his skin, and then, dark blue silver grass surged out from his palm.
A clear yellow aura rose from beneath his feet, circling up and down his body.
It is the distinguishing feature of the First Ring Soul Master.
In the past, the width of the blue silver grass was less than half a finger, but at this time, the width of the blue silver grass has become three fingers, and the blades of grass are several times thicker than before, with strange lines, dozens of blue silver grasses spread out quickly, and the tips of the blades of grass are raised, like more than ten mandala snakes foraging around.
The blue silver grass did not have the fishy smell of a mandala snake attached to it, but only a faint scent of tea, and the intoxicating aroma was full of danger.
The master's eyes flashed with extreme excitement, and he held back his excitement and said, "How is the toughness?"
Seeing is believing, Tang San answered the master with actions, one of the more than ten blue silver grass that was out of his palm suddenly flew up, wrapped around a small tree the thickness of an arm, and the other side returned to Tang San's hand, his right hand pulled back hard, and the torso of the small tree suddenly bent down, making the blue silver grass straight, but there was no sign of breaking.
"Well, that's great.
It seems that my judgment is completely correct, the Blue Silver Grass has become tough after being injected into the Mandala Snake Soul Ring, and if my guess is correct, it should also carry a certain amount of Mandala Snake poison.
Just, what is the skill of it now":