Chapter 391

"Elder brother Lingfeng, my uncle... Can't the spring and autumn life and death insects save him?"

Ba Yilan looked at the dolomite on the collapsed bed and wept.

Ling Feng's face is also gloomy.

"The poison has entered the marrow. It's very difficult to eliminate it! In his present state, Bailao can't carry out spring and autumn Gu sacrifice. "

"Brother, what should we do? You are so good at witchcraft. It must be useful

Lin Shuai Nan was also worried. He checked the dolomite again and again and muttered: "brother, would you like to get some poisonous insects in and eat the toxin in my white father's bone marrow?"

XiuXiu pulls out Lin Shuai Nan and scolds him in a low voice.

"You think it's a game of eating beans. Don't worry about Ling Feng. If he has a way, he won't sit back and ignore it."

Everyone's hope is on Ling Feng.

Ling Feng's eyes closed slightly. Seeing this, people didn't dare to speak.

After spending some time with Ling Feng, we all know something about Ling Feng's habits. Now he is in meditation, looking for a solution to this matter.

What Ling Feng didn't explain to the public is that he won't live more than 24 hours at most in the state of the king of medicine!

If you use the witch doctor's method to continue your life, you can only carry it for three days, and during this period of time, you need Ling Feng to stay close to dolomite.

This is not the solution at all!

One by one, the treatment methods, herbs, prescriptions, insects and so on all float in my mind.

But in the end, Ling Feng was disappointed to find that all the medical skills he mastered did not have a great chance of success!

All hope, it seems, can only be placed on the top of the secret book of immortal doctor!

The secret Scripture of immortal medicine is the nameless medical scroll that Ling Feng got from huaputi before. Because its internal medical skills are not mastered by ordinary people, Ling Feng thinks that the name of secret Scripture of immortal medicine should be more appropriate.

"Big brother? What about? Does my white father still have a cure? I don't want his family property. Save him quickly

Lin Shuai's face is still solemn after seeing Ling Feng open his eyes. This is really a little anxious.

Ling Feng glances at Lin Shuai Nan and doesn't respond in time.

Turn around and head for the other room.

Everyone was puzzled.

"Yang Fei, you are in charge here. I need to read some medical books."

"Yes

Yang Fei hastens to answer the voice and turns around to stop Ba Yilan who wants to chase him.

"Now, what's the use of reading medical books? My uncle is already very weak!"

Ba Yilan cried and thought that it was useless for Ling Feng to cram for Buddha's feet temporarily. At this time, he should do something.

But when Lin Shuai Nan and XiuXiu heard Ling Feng's words, they both looked forward to it.

But when they knew Ling Feng's secret prescription of immortal medicine, the last time Ling Feng was in Sujia, it was only one night, and the next day they found a way to cure suxingyan!

I'm sure they won't be disappointed this time.

"Sister LAN, don't worry! My elder brother is a wizard. He stayed at home last time... "

Lin Shuai Nan carefully comforts Ba Yilan and confides that Su Xingyan has been treated before, plus XiuXiu's confirmation.

Ba Yi Lan soon rekindled his hope, wiped away his tears and nodded heavily!

"Well, it's my fault to blame elder brother Lingfeng. Now... I can only rely on elder brother Lingfeng!"

"Don't worry, my elder brother is the most powerful doctor in the world. If he can't save white dad, then..."

"Lin Shuai Nan, shut up

XiuXiu covers Lin Shuai's smelly mouth.

Yang Fei shook his head with a bitter smile, and his eyes fell on dolomite.

How could Ling Feng have been sitting by the bed for such a long time without doing anything?

There is something creeping in the blood vessels of the wrist of dolomite.

Yang Fei guessed that it was some poisonous insects, which should be the so-called witchcraft.

In other words, Ling Feng has been treated by hand, but now the state of dolomite is still very bad. Even Yang Fei can only expect a miracle.

The third floor is a small tool room.

It's downtown. The conditions are limited. Ling Feng can only find it here.

In a moment, the secret book of immortal medicine emerged and was opened by Lingfeng!

After the second volume, the top of the third volume is completely blank. However, when the third volume is opened, Lingfeng can clearly feel the power of absorption.

It's like a pair of invisible hands dragging Ling Feng in.

"This medical book itself is a spiritual thing. Since the second volume was comprehended last time, it seems that someone has been waiting for me to play chess with him in the third volume! I don't know if huaputi had this feeling in those years! "

Ling Feng's guess is superfluous. If Hua Bodhi has this feeling, he will tell him in advance!

Ling Feng didn't know that the fatalistic fetter between this volume of medical classics and him had been formed!

Ling Feng didn't follow this force directly into it, but coagulated his heart and purified his Qi to get rid of his thoughts!

After sitting for five minutes, Ling Fengcai slowly injected his spirit into it.

In a moment, Ling Feng's whole body turned into chaos.

Hum!

The sound of Weng Ming came from the top of his head. Ling Feng's eyes were clear.

You can see a huge chessboard falling from the top of your head!

Finally, it moves and floats in front of Lingfeng's eyes and stops.

Whew!

The sound of breaking the air sounded, and eight big words were flying above the chessboard.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, which makes people clearly feel that a momentum is coming, and it has a strong sense of oppression!

"The thunder breaks the sky, breaks the sky!"

Do you want to play chess with heaven?!

Eight big characters make Ling Feng's blood boil. He has long felt that the person behind the chess game is unusual. Now he even calls himself Tian! You are so arrogant!

"Good! Today I'm going to have a fight with you

Boom!

All of a sudden, there was a thunder.

A ray of thunder came down, and a group of thunder and lightning gathered on the chessboard. Taking thunder as a chess piece, what is it?

Ling Feng stands up and punches.

Dong!

The shadow of a fist falls on the chessboard, and the blood is condensed into pieces!

The game of chess begins!

Ling Feng was completely immersed in it, and his whole body was boiling with blood.

But Ling Feng didn't know it at all. At the moment, besides the immortal medicine, there was lightning and thunder, and the wind swept across!

The sky soon covered with a cloud, in the twinkling of an eye, the drizzle has been falling, it seems that everything has calmed down.

But the dark clouds from far and near above the sky, and the thunder in it all indicate that the real storm will come soon!