Bing Haoyang rushed up and shouted: "Master! What happened? Who hurt you so much?"

The Eighth Elder opened his eyes and moved his fingers, but he had no strength. Bing Haoyang picked up the master's arm and put it on his face.

He cried. Although he had only been with his master for one year, this year had gained a huge amount of money for Bing Haoyang, which made him transform from an ignorant child into a powerful warrior.

This is something that cannot be exchanged for!

Bing Haoyang sobbed and asked, "Master, who hurt you so much? I want to avenge you!"

The Eighth Elder shook his head slightly, and he pointed to the storage bag.

Bing Haoyang took the storage bag over and poured out all the things.

The Eighth Elder pointed at a small bottle and smiled.

Bing Haoyang's tears rolled down. It turned out that the master was harmed by others to collect herbs and refine pills for him. He whispered: "Master, it's all the fault of his disciples. In fact, it's not good to be an ordinary person? It's ordinary and uncontested, it's all because of me that hurts his master..."

The Eighth Elder took a few breaths and used all his strength to say, "Haoyang... obedient... let's go..."

The sound became smaller and smaller. Bing Haoyang could only hear it by pressing his ear against his master's lips. He cried, crying very sadly.

After crying for a long time, Bing Haoyang raised his swollen eyes and asked, "Master Master, who was my master injured?"

Chief Han was speechless for a moment, and hesitated: "Haoyang, that's a giant. You're still young, forget it."

Forget it?! Bing Haoyang stood up, stared at the head of the sect, pointed at the master and said, "Master Master, your junior brother was killed because he was afraid. Forget it in one sentence? Is it so unscrupulous to us in Panwu Sect?"

The second elder said angrily: "Rareless! You dare to accuse the leader of the sect. You are a traitor!"

Bing Haoyang sneered: "Is the big rebellious? Someone bullied him at the doorstep. If you don't fight with them, I'm the big rebellious! You are a coward! You are a coward!"

The second elder was about to turn against each other on the spot, but the head stopped him: "Haoyang, you are still young, I want to think about all the disciples. When you grow up, go and seek revenge on them!"

Bing Haoyang followed up: "Can I understand that Panwu Sect doesn't care about this?"

The head of the sect was silent, and the other elders were silent. Shui Mei'er's master, the seventh elder, sighed and turned his head.

The second elder angrily scolded Bing Haoyang: "Being presumptuous! If you dare to be unreasonable, I will destroy you now!"

Bing Haoyang sneered: "Pan Tianque! You look so awesome! You are so powerful in front of me, a useless person. I am really afraid of you. There is a way for you to speak like this in front of the sect that hurts my master! Do you dare? I understand, you are just arrogance! Don't be so arrogant in front of me!" The second elder said a few words, and he really didn't dare.

Bing Haoyang no longer paid attention to the second elder. He packed up his master's things, then hugged his master and walked towards the cave step by step. At this moment, Bing Haoyang was not only sad, but also extremely disappointed: What kind of sect is this? There is no warmth at all, and he can't find a sense of belonging. Master is right. This place does not belong to him, he wants to go to the outside world.

Back at the cave, Bing Haoyang's eyes were filled with tears. He used water to transform the marrow washing pill that his master had exchanged for his life, poured it into the master with his true energy, and cried and called, "Master, you can't die...Master, wake up!"

The marrow washing pill was really effective. Elder Weng opened his eyes and shook his head slightly. That night, Bing Haoyang stayed by his master's side. Elder Weng kept coughing until dawn, and there was no sign of improvement in the coughing of the master.

Suddenly, someone came in outside the cave. It was Pan Renxin, who was infected with Bing Haoyang's poisonous purple marrow.

The boy's ears have been cured. After the second elder's bloodletting therapy, he took a lot of precious medicinal materials. The poison on the fifth limb was relieved, and the root cause of the disease was also revealed: Soft egg, what are he doing? Can there be any good things?

Pan Zexin walked to Bing Haoyang with a sad face.

Bing Haoyang didn't even raise his head, and ignored this villain.

Pan Renxin said a lot of sympathy, persuaded Bing Haoyang hundreds of words, and then expressed his purpose: "Bing Haoyang, there is a way to save the life of the Eighth Elder."

Bing Haoyang's eyes suddenly lit up: "Pan Zexin, do you have a way?"

He was already confused at this moment. How could this kid give him a good idea?

Pan Zexin said: "Do you know the Grand Canyon? There is a spiritual medicine on the cliffs of the Grand Canyon. It is estimated that it will last for more than a hundred years. As long as you take the spiritual medicine to the Eighth Elder, you will not only be able to revive, but also be reborn, but..." Speaking of this, the boy hesitated for a moment, trying to speak but stopping.

Bing Haoyang looked determined: "I know it must be difficult, otherwise the elixir would have been taken away by someone."

A grim smile appeared on Pan Zexin's lips: "That's the case, I'll tell you, don't blame me if something happens."

Bing Haoyang can no longer care about anything else. Master is about to kill himself, and even if he fights to death, he will fight for his master once! He whispered in Master's ear: "Master, wait for me, I will collect herbs for you now!"

Elder Weng grabbed Bing Haoyang's hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Haoyang, don't go..." But his voice was too weak. He wanted to grab his apprentice and not let him go, but Bing Haoyang's intention to leave was resolved.

He put down his master's hand and said softly: "Master is fine. I'll come when I go. I must wait for me to come back."

Bing Haoyang turned and left. What he didn't notice was that two crystal tears fell from the corner of Elder Weng's eyes.

Bing Haoyang's heart was like fried. Now he was racing against the god of death, stuffing the ropes that Master had collected herbs into the storage bag, and then ran down the mountain, Grand Canyon, Grand Canyon, and his mind was full of Grand Canyon at this moment!

Run fifty miles! Bing Haoyang only had one belief in his heart: if you get the spiritual medicine back, your master will be saved!

The Grand Canyon is right in front of you, and you can hear the roar of the waterfall flying from afar. Bing Haoyang's heart was a little excited!

Bing Haoyang was not reckless, so he first surveyed the terrain. This was a cliff-like cliff. According to Pan Zexin, the elixir was somewhere on the cliff. The vertical stone could not be climbed at all. So Bing Haoyang tied the cable to a large stone and tied the other end to his waist, which was safer.

Then Bing Haoyang began to slide down the cliff and reached a fifty-meter position. He had not found the spiritual medicine yet. His heart tightened: Master, you are waiting for a while...

Continue to slide down and find a sub-spiritual medicine. Bing Haoyang picks it and puts it in the storage bag.

Until about a hundred meters, the rope was not long enough, he looked around: Ah! It turned out that I really found a spiritual medicine that was almost transparent!

The long position of this spiritual medicine is under a stone and cannot be seen from above.

Bing Haoyang lost his voice in surprise: "Spiritual medicine!" With the spirit medicine, Master was saved! He moved little by little along the cliff, and finally, the spirit medicine was obtained! There were sub-spirited medicines in the distance. Bing Haoyang had no time to pick them, so he wanted to go back to save Master!

Suddenly, a grim smile came from the top of the cliff: "It's so damn, there's really a magic medicine!"

Bing Haoyang's heart sank suddenly: Pan Zezhi! Didn't Pan Zexin say there is a magic medicine?
Chapter completed!