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Chapter 117 You Suffered Internal Injury, Say Your Last Words

"That's not what I meant." Tang Xuanming said with a slightly hesitant expression, "I'm just not sure if you can use this method like me."

"Is it a top-notch secret technique? That's my abruptness. This kind of secret technique always has high requirements for the Ant Emperor pattern. The tribes are all low-end practitioners. I'm afraid there is no way to use it normally."

Pihu felt a little regretful, but not much frustrated. He obviously misunderstood something.

For example, Tang Xuanming's noble royal status, his peculiar lightness kung fu, and his sudden surge of qi and blood.

"Not for that reason."

Tang Xuanming hesitated for a moment, and recalled the Mohism's method of breathing and breathing again, and confirmed that this method is just the simplest method of refining and transforming qi, and will not involve anything else.

For those of the Pi tribe whose physique is as strong as tigers and leopards, and whose energy is as strong as a burning furnace, the practice of inner strength and mental dharma will make rapid progress.

What Tang Xuanming worried about was whether the "simple" practice method of internal strength would have adverse effects on the tribe in the future.

Compared with the Ant Emperor's method, the inner strength method is better to cultivate, but he must consider the future advanced issues.

The advancement path of Ant Emperor Law is clear and clear, and the sapphire elephant with a height of hundreds of feet is a clear reference. The pressure on the sapphire elephant walking like a hill is too terrifying.

It is impossible to compete with a giant of more than 300 meters in internal strength practice until death, and the body that is hundreds of feet high can crush everything.

The Ant Emperor's method is fine, and the sapphire elephant is not the limit of the Ant Emperor's method.

After thinking about the language, when Pihu was about to give up, Tang Xuanming said: "This is not a secret technique, but an auxiliary technique, which can make people as light as a swallow and more agile than a shadow leopard. It's very easy. Practice."

In this very short period of time, Tang Xuanming had already decided to teach the tribe members the Mohism's breathing method and simple lightness kung fu, but he only taught these two.

It is enough not to teach them complex acupuncture techniques and the operation of various internal forces. The internal force makes them as light as a swallow and can better avoid some dangers.

In this world of high martial arts, it is better to concentrate on improving the Ant Emperor's method.

Just like the Pihu, it has reached the realm of the Ant Emperor's four-fold celestial pattern, and it can even make the Black Lin horses collapse.

"Stop, rest where you are!"

When Pihu saw that the three seriously injured were already unable to hold on, he couldn't help but speak in a deep voice.

The team that was traveling quickly in the dense forest stopped, and the prey was scattered in the center to prevent the smell from being too strong and attracting any beasts. The hunters formed a big encirclement here and looked around vigilantly. .

Pihu walked to the side of the three severely injured hunters, all three hunters were pale and crumbling.

The three of them are not the weakest in the hunting team. On the contrary, their strength is not bad, and they can even be said to be a good player in the tribe.

Only in this way can they be qualified to be at the forefront and withstand the most violent round of impact.

If someone else was to carry it, he might have died at this time, and one of the formations would be broken, and the entire army would be wiped out.

Tang Xuanming followed Pihu, exchanging ideas on the Mohist method of breathing and exhaling, as well as the simple lifting technique.

The faces of the three severely injured hunters were pale, and it was difficult to open their eyes when they stopped. God knows what kind of perseverance supported them to follow behind the team.

"I can't go on any longer. If this goes on, the three of them will die. They have suffered serious internal injuries."

"What is an internal injury?"

Looking at Pihu's puzzled eyes, Tang Xuanming once thought that this mighty man was joking.

Don't know about internal injuries?Isn't this funny?

For a moment Tang Xuanming was stunned for a moment, watching Pihu walk up to the man, and said with a sad face: "I will take your corpses back!"

The three hunters have all taken the medicine specially used for healing in the tribe, and they still haven't improved at all, which means that they are almost hopeless.

Ten thousand alpacas ran past Tang Xuanming's heart, and this sentenced the three of them to death?Where did this shit come from a quack doctor?

Before treating the three seriously wounded, Tang Xuanming thought that the tribe had some kind of panacea. In addition, there were countless auras dormant in the Beast God Prairie. The sooner they left there, the more meaningful it would be. Tang Xuanming didn't say anything.

The result turned out to be like this. Are you expecting these three majestic men to rely on their own physique to survive this wave of damage?

But in case of internal injury, if you don't get the blood out, no matter how good your physique is, you will die!This fucking doesn't talk about medical knowledge at all!
Tang Xuanming thought that he had only studied medical skills with Duan Murong for a few months, and in front of Duan Murong, he was a scumbag.

He always thought so, until he saw this group of brave warriors in the tribe.

However, the three mighty and majestic men seemed to agree, and the one who could barely stay awake held Pihu's broad palm and began to confess his last words.

He opened his mouth with difficulty, with blood dripping from his mouth, which was wiped off by Pihu casually: "Show... show my prey to my... my child, and tell him... his father... died at the gathering... Before the blood bursts... his father is..."

Pihu's eyes were sparkling with tears, making his vision a little blurred. He held the hunter's hand heavily, and said in a deep voice, "He will know, and he will be proud of you."

"what are you doing?"

As if there was a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Pihu's eyeballs were wide open, as if they were about to jump out of their sockets, and the raging murderous aura made the crumbling hunter on the opposite side almost faint.

He was angry to see Tang Xuanming slap on the hunter who was confessing his last words, and the hunter spurted a mouthful of blood on Pihu's chest on the spot.

In a fit of rage, Pihu slapped the palm as big as a cattail leaf fan. He is the only warrior in the Pi tribe with elephant prints. He can punch a hole in the ground with all his strength, let alone a flesh and blood body.

"If you don't want him to die, stay away from me, he is about to be yelled to death by you."

"He is about to die, how dare you blaspheme the bravery of the tribe..."

Pihu couldn't go on talking, he felt that the blood of the tribal warriors in front of him, whose blood was constantly declining, was gradually picking up, and he was pulled back from the brink of death.

Shocked, he asked in surprise, "Are you a witch doctor?"

The other hunters were shocked by the sudden change here. They all knew that the three hunters were about to die, so they took the initiative to avoid it.

Let them confess their last words, and they don't want to face the miserable end of the hunters in the tribe. Only Tang Xuanming, who is ignorant, is behind Paihu.

As a result, they were all attracted by Pihu's angry voice.

Pi Ling Leopard is really like a flexible leopard, it swished to Pi Hu's side, holding the bone spear in his hand, ready to strike at any time, said: "What happened?"

(End of this chapter)