"There have been slight twitching!" Zhang Qiuhong calmly continued the words of the abbot, and the bumps between his eyebrows dispersed, which was the kind of ease and slight ease that he had not seen the most terrifying situation.

"Amitabha..." Abbot Lee's brows turned into a more complicated lump than Zhang Qiuhong's forehead.

After re-covering the cover of the nutritional trough and adjusting the performance of the nutritional trough, Long Xiang said: "Does that mean that Xu Fan's meridians are likely to begin to shrink?

Zhang Qiuhong nodded heavily: "It is inevitable to shrink, but I don't know how long this situation can last..."

"What does it mean?" Although he can also practice some internal skills, compared with the three people in front of him, Dongfang Park Lin can only be considered an outsider.

Looking at the Abbot Lee Ran, Zhang Qiuhong turned his gaze to the concerned face of Dongfang Park Lin: "Abbot Lee Ran mentioned that once the expanded tendons and veins begin to shrink, they will quickly atrophy to their original size in a short period of time, and even continue to shrink until the tendons and veins are broken. By then, even if Fan'er does not die, he will become a useless person..."

When Dongfang Park Lin's face changed drastically, Zhang Qiuhong sighed and said, "Now I don't know how long this short period is..."

The eyes were on the abbot of Rynn, Zhang Qiuhong and Long Xiang, who were thinking about their faces, and finally fell back to the nutritional trough Xu Fan's peaceful expression. Dongfang Park Lin said anxiously: "What should we do now? We can't just watch a good person just like this...it's just ruined..."

"Amitabha." Mingran's abbot yelled the Buddha's name in a low voice, and after attracting the eyes of the three people, he said: "The situation of Xu donor is a little different from the recipient of the 'Digo Art'... And the current situation of the separation of the spirit and the sage is unheard of... According to my opinion, we can only wait patiently for the spirit and the sage to be united with the sage, and perhaps all the problems can be solved."

Long Xiang'e said: "The abbot is right. Maybe if the satellite workstations of various countries are connected to the mastermind of life and death, Xu Fan may not be able to go offline."

"But we can't always hope for miracles to happen!" Zhang Qiuhong's eyes were filled with strong determination: "I believe in miracles, but I know miracles are man-made, if we don't do anything..."

Dongfang Park Lin touched, "The miracle is likely to pass by us!"

"Amitabha." Abbot Lee Riran's expression stretched out: "Old Donor Zhang is so calm. I admire him. I think the donor must have a solution at this moment, right?"

"This method is not a clear solution, but a helpless solution!" Zhang Qiuhong smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that it's going to be irritating to you again, and this time it's much more intense than the last time's work."

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?" Long Xiang replied calmly: "In Xu Fan, I saw a new possibility of martial arts. I will never allow this possibility to become a bubble... Do you want to be the same as last time, I will be in the same group as you, Abbot Lee and Taoist Master Yinping, and take turns to clear the tendons and veins for Xu Fan?"

Zhang Qiuhong nodded slowly and replied: "Fan'er's current tendon strength is too weird. It is difficult to play a stable role with our skills. However, if we do this, it will at least delay the time limit for Fan'er's tendon atrophy. A little more time will bring more hope."

"Uncle Zhang, you are right. If you have more time, Xu Fan will have more hope!" Dongfang Park Lin said, "Although my skills are not good, I can give you instructions if you need anything to do!"

Zhang Qiuhong nodded with relief, looked at the Abbot Leran and said, "Master Abbot, please help me if you have something!"

"Good, good, good. The donor has something to say, but it's okay."

Zhang Qiuhong said earnestly: "The strength of unblocking the tendons and veins this time is several times or even dozens of times the previous one. If it were only for Master, plus Master Yinping and Xiang'er, it would be difficult to achieve the effect, so... I would like to ask Master Abbot, you will invite Shaolin's intelligence, two elders, Zhiming and Master Kong, the throne of the Bodhidharma, to help."

"Junior Brother Lekong should have no problem. He is just intellectual. Zhiming's two uncles have not been to Songshan for dozens of years." Abbot Leran responded calmly: "This time I go back to the temple, I will report the whole story of the two uncles. Whether they can be invited depends on the luck of Mr. Xu."

"Thank you, Master!" Zhang Qiuhong bowed gratitude with his hands together: "If I contact Master Yinping later, I will convey my request through him and ask Master Iron Cavalry to go down the mountain... I want to be clear and concentrate on the mind. If the two masters know the wisdom and Master Zhiming will go down the mountain together, they will definitely be willing to come and help."

"Good, good, good..." A trace of cunning flashed in the abbot of Mingran's eyes: "I understand. If the two uncles knew Qingxin and the two Taoist priests would go down the mountain together, they would definitely be willing to come."

"Haha..." Looking at the rays of wisdom on Zhang Qiuhong's white and Abbot Leran's shiny heads, Long Xiang couldn't help but think of the sentence "Jiang is still the old one": "If there were four Shaolin monks and four Taoist priests of Wudang at the same time, I guess I would be lazy at that time!"

Indeed, use the wisdom to know the face of the two old monks to invite Qingxin and concentrate the two old masters; use the wisdom to concentrate the face of the two centenarian masters to invite Zhixin and conduct the face of the two old monks to invite Zhiming and focus the face of the two old monks... Only people like Zhang Qiuhong can think of such ideas, but if you say that, can you use this method if you are someone else?

You should know that the intelligence of Shaolin Temple is the only two remaining wave ss in the Shaolin Temple's Zhizhi generation, and the two Taoist priests of Wudang Mountain are also two wave ss who are respected by the Wudang Sect. These four people are probably five hundred years old together. Although their skills seem to be as good as the Abbot of the Mingran, the Yinping Taoist priest and others, after all, as Long Xiang said, it is difficult to break through martial arts now, and most people are in a bottleneck state.

However, the skills of these four elders are definitely much purer than those of Abbot Leran and others. After all, the more decades of practice are not vague. To put it more vulgar, not all the food I ate in those decades turned into a baba...

"So many senior masters gathered at Tianmen..." Dongfang Park Lin looked at the young man in the nutrition trough with complicated eyes, and felt an inexplicable sour smell in his heart. After all, he only mentioned it in his father's mouth: "I think you should need a formation to speed up the recovery of true qi, right?"

Zhang Qiuhong chuckled and said, "Of course, you can't exhaust some seniors. In addition... Xiang'er, you can go to the Jade Family now and pick up Lao Xu who is hiding at home. Fan'er has been in the nutrition trough for so long, and it's time to come out and breathe fresh air."

Long Xiang's forehead replied: "Okay, I'll pick it up now!"

In the game, I naturally wouldn't understand that my body, which seemed to have nothing to do with me, was still taken care of by so many people. At this time, my hands were covered with the blood of innocent dark elves. The unwilling eyes of each death always made me feel a little nervous, but in order to avenge, I had to do this.

"Just treat it as a contribution to your tribe." Looking at the corpses beside me, I smiled bitterly and disappeared from the spot. When the guards arrived at this place, they could only see blood and corpses on the ground, they could only feel a faint magic fluctuation, and the traces of life left by the several return light balls in the air.

After I transformed into a dark elves who returned from going out and entered Dark Moon City, I don’t know how many dark elves that died in my hands. There should be at least seven or eight hundred, right?

But it seems that because the time is too short, the panic effect is not very obvious. Perhaps it is because... this Dark Moon City is too big, right?

Actually, I was wrong. When the sky gradually turned brighter, the entire Dark Moon City slowly fell into silence, and the depressing and dull feeling was like a hazy fog covering the entire green city.

During the day... In the consciousness of the dark elves who are all out to play at night, it is equivalent to the dark night of us humans. People who go out to work have to go home. This period is a time to rest and a time to reunite their families... and during this time, the deaths of hundreds of ordinary dark elves quickly produced a huge chain reaction...

After reporting the report, the newly appointed city defense captain who took over Tektronix finally couldn't stand the pressure and his mental breakdown...

In just half a day, during the period when "night" or "day", hundreds of murders were killed. Each of the dead's return light balls said that the murderer was a short dark elf with a cold-eyed and arrogant look.

The hall where I had received Silver Dragon and the Toys, and that table, on the second time of the same day, once again held a leadership meeting of the Dark Elf clan.

At this time, Silvana's eyes were no longer as handsome as a king, but only overwhelmed haggard and solemn, as did other officials, including the High Priest Jiuluo.

Since the will of Captain Tek, Dark Night City has entered the defensive blockade stage, the humans have only attacked once and were successfully repelled by the soldiers, and have never been attacked again. However, during that time, everyone's heart was like a stone, because no one would believe that the murderous maniacs had left, although everyone was so hopeful.

However, from "midnight" to "early morning", the murderous demons did not react much, but an even more murderous demon appeared in the clan. The murderous demon killed all the ordinary dark elf people without any warning. What's even more sad is that this demon was actually a member of the Dark Elf tribe.

"He is not our tribe!" Although Silvana's eyes were weak and her words were not very powerful, this sentence attracted everyone's attention, but everyone's eyes were more or less confused.

"You mean, the short dark elves who killed 719 of us crazy are not dark elves?" High Priest Jiuluo is indeed the most wisest elder of the dark elves. He can quickly ponder this point in Silvana's words without any heads and tails.

"Your Majesty definitely doesn't mean this!" said a female elf on one side: "The sacrificial words of more than 300 of the 719 dead dark elves all indicate that the murderer is a short dark elves, and that is undoubtedly a matter of no doubt!"

"The high priest is right!" He looked at Jiu Luo with praise, and Silvana nodded and said, "No, absolutely not. That murderous demon is definitely not our Dark Elf tribe. I believe my tribe..."

"Ah?" the female elf asked in a daze: "Who is that? Could it be a wood elf?"

As soon as the female elf said this, someone immediately responded: "Yes, could it be a wood elf? Their figures are generally smaller than our clan, and they must be..."

"No..." Silvana denied again: "It wouldn't be a wood elves, it wouldn't be so coincidental that he came to act when those few humans were not taking action."

"Does..." After two options were ruled out, the answer was about to come out, and everyone's faces were suddenly awakened, but there were obviously many doubts.

The High Priest Jiuluo sighed, "I agree with Her Majesty the Queen. Now our clan is playing tree chess with people (a kind of chess handed down by the elves). The opponents are those humans, and this "short dark elves" must be the paths that the humans change after we change their moves."
Chapter completed!