Chang Xi's bloody right hand hung weakly on his side and couldn't help but twitch. Drops of blood dripped a deep blood pot from the snow pile beside him. At the middle finger of the right hand, which was most severely damaged, a very thin thread faintly penetrated into the flesh and almost touched the finger bones. The pale flesh rolled outward, but fortunately there was a leather finger protection that finally protected the finger. If there was no protection from the finger protection, I'm afraid the middle finger could be cut off with the previous terrifying force.

Chang Xi took out a sharp dagger with his left hand, staring at the bloody wound without moving, and gently lifted the thin line from the roll with the tip of the dagger. The tip of the dagger inevitably touched the wound. Chang Xi's whole body was trembling as if he was hit by an electric current, and bloodshots appeared in his eyes, gritting his teeth tightly. As the pain whimpering sounds suppressed in his throat, like a bellows, gradually weakened, the thin line that was tough enough to cut the body was finally broken by the tip of the dagger.

Chang Xi staggered and almost fell down, and forced himself to kneel in the snow without letting himself fall.

The thin silk thread dripped with blood beads. Looking closely, it seemed to extend into the snow behind Xu Yuan, the old man in gray robe.

"Fortunately, most of the shadowless silk is used in Yuehong, otherwise I will know how far Yuehong will fly." Chang Xi struggled to pull out a very ugly smile. He opened nearly thirty bows, and his entire right arm is now in a numb state and cannot move at all. Especially the remaining fingers of his right hand have also become blue and purple, and his injuries are very bad.

Although he was able to kill the old man with evil deeds after a hard fight, he also lost the power to fight again. How could he dispel the dozens of trembling bandits on the other side? Thinking of this, Chang Xi suddenly felt a flash of his heart, and he held back the pain and stood up straight and spoke to the bandits.

"I won't get out of here yet. Could it be that I want me to take you on my way?"

This cold sound with a hint of murderous aura was like a heavenly sound to the bandits at this time!

"Let's get out now! Let's get out now! Thank you for not killing the young hero!" After seeing the omnipotent Huang Shangxian, who was as omnipotent as a god in their hearts, was penetrated by a sword and fell to the ground and never got up again, the last trace of luck was shattered. Even the corpse of Wang Tianba who was already cold in the snow was left behind. In a short while, the dozens of thieves disappeared from their sight.

"Huh...it's finally over." Chang Xi, who pretended to be cold, sighed with a deep sigh, held up his left hand, which was still bleeding, and crossed his chest with his left hand to prevent the bandits from seeing it. He slowly walked to the old man in gray robe.

The old man with gray robe had a striking, narrow and smooth wound on his chest and back. The snow pile under him was dyed red with blood. His whole body was cold and had no vitality. His purple face was covered with fear and reluctance.

Thinking of the bottle of pill-like things that the old man in gray robe had taken out from his waist, Chang Xi was very anxious. In order to win this battle, his right hand was almost disabled. He just saw that the old man in gray robe was severely injured by a spinning arrow, and healed only a few pills. This kind of healing thing was exactly what Chang Xi needed most at the moment.

Recalling the action of the old man in gray robe stretching out his hand to wipe his waist, Chang Xi wiped the old man in gray robe, and found an inconspicuous gray pouch on the leather belt around his waist. Chang Xi looked at the gray pouch that was only half a palm-sized gray pouch in his hand, and then looked at the two medicine bottles that were the size of a gray pouch, and couldn't help but get bigger.

"How did he stuff this... such a small bag? I don't know if there is anything inside." Chang Xi picked up the bag and shook it hard twice. The pocket flashed, and several bottles, a golden velvet bag and an ancient booklet all fell out with a slam.

"Good guy, you can hold it so well! The things from the immortal family are really amazing. This bottle is exactly the same as the one that the old man had just taken. It should be a healing method." Chang Xi sighed and picked up several medicine bottles. He quickly picked out one of them. After comparing the smells in the two Chinese medicine bottles, he no longer hesitated to take them in one mouth.

He felt a heat flow through his throat and spread rapidly through his body along the meridians. The wound on his right hand suddenly stopped bleeding, and an unbearable itchy feeling came from his purple fingers. Chang Xi could even feel the new granulation was entangled and condensed. Even his pale face was pale due to blood loss at this moment.

After a while, the wound, which was originally in shock, was healed. Chang Xi bent his fingers and felt the force. It would probably take several days to completely recover. Chang Xi reached out to pick up the ancient booklet on the ground and opened it curiously.

"Gaoewl step? It looks like a... body technique?" Recalling the terrifying sprinting speed of the old man in gray robe at first, Chang Xi still felt scared.

"This goshawk tram seems to be much stronger than the ape tram I have learned... It seems that I have to find some time to think about this goshawk tram, but now is not the time." Chang Xi, who had turned a few pages, has calmed down. Now he is still in the enemy camp. Although the bandits have fled around, it is not certain that they may come back to find out. Now I don't have the power to fight again. Now it is not the time to count the spoils. The most important thing is to pack up these things and leave quickly.

I have to say that this gray pouch really made Chang Xi very confused. No matter how he stuffed these bottles and jars into the gray pouch, he couldn't stuff them in. After struggling for more than a long time, he finally roared in his heart: "Come in quickly, roll in." These things were all filled with flashes of light from the bag.

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"You are ruthless!" Chang Xi, who finally learned how to use a gray bag, stood up angrily, and also learned from the old man to tie the gray bag around his waist to make it easy to pick up objects. He pulled the thin line he had been holding with his left hand and pulled it behind him. With a "skip", Yuehong, who had been winding around the hilt of the sword, flew backwards from the snow pile in Xuyuan in front of him. Chang Xi jumped up and held the hilt in the air and landed gracefully. A grin of relief appeared on the corner of his mouth, and carefully sent Yuehong into the homemade leather scabbard behind him with his back hand.

When the iron feather arrows on the bandits were finally recovered, Chang Xi remembered something and looked at the couple where they were empty. I thought they should have taken the opportunity to escape when the riot occurred.
Chapter completed!