Chapter 198

a close call?

When he heard what the Sultan said, Luo Tian fell silent. Chen Yao's life was originally bought with Luo Mo's life. In Luo Tian's case, no matter what happens, he doesn't want Chen Yao's life to be in any danger.

Let Chen Yao live is Luomo's greatest wish. He must fulfill Luomo's last wish.

Maybe Chen Yao's disrepair sword talent is a great loss to the sword clan, but Luo Tian only wants Chen Yao to survive now.

If Chen Yao can follow Sudan to become a true Dandao master and live a stable life, perhaps the spirit of lomo in heaven will also be comforted.

Luo Tian took a deep breath and said to Sudan.

"Or forget it."

"Forget it."

When he said these three words, Luo Tian's spirit seemed to be evacuated in an instant, and the whole person fell to the extreme.

Yes, even if Luo Mo's last wish can be fulfilled, the loss of Chen Yao's sword repair talent is an extremely heavy loss for the sword sect.

"Wuji demon sect, my sword sect and you will never die."

At this moment, Luo Tian's hatred for Jianzong was several points stronger.

Sudan also sighed. It's a pity that he has such a good seedling of sword repair. However, with his own alchemy, Chen Yao's achievements will never be bad in the future.

"Well, when Chen Yao recovers, I'll take him to the headquarters of the alchemy Association."

Although reluctant, Luo Tian nodded helplessly.

"I disagree."

Although Chen Yao, who suddenly fell into a coma, still closed his eyes, he spoke an extremely firm word in an extremely weak voice.

He disagreed.

His lifestyle never needs any decision.

"Chen Yao, are you awake?"

Luo Tian was very surprised. When he came to the bed, Sudan was also very surprised. He never thought that Chen Yao recovered so quickly.

Of course, they don't know. Chen Yao has just recovered his mind. He can only hear other people's conversation, but he can't open his eyes and move.

Just saying these three words has consumed his power of ten * *, and even when he speaks, he will feel sharp pain all over his body.

"Patriarch, senior Su, I want a golden needle to expand my pulse. I can't help repairing the sword and have no strength, or I'd rather die."

"Poof."

Chen Yao uttered such a sentence with all his strength and pain, and then a mouthful of black blood gushed out of his mouth.

Then coma again.

"It's just exhaustion."

Chen Yao was in a coma again, which made Luo Tian very worried. Sudan checked it and found that it was OK. Both of them were relieved.

What should I do?

This is a common problem between the two now.

But both soon had the answer.

Eighty one golden needles widen the pulse.

This is Chen Yao's own will. Chen Yao's temper is very clear. What others say will not work for what they decide.

And Chen Yao has many enemies.

If Chen Yao loses his strength and becomes an ordinary man, his danger will be even greater. He can't stay with Sudan all his life.

And even if he can become an eight grade alchemist like Sudan, without the slightest cultivation, he can hardly get the respect of others.

With Chen Yao's temper, such a thing is simply unacceptable.

"Get rid of."

Lotian bowed to the Sultan's precious and then withdrew from the room.

All the 72 white robed sword guards that have been hidden are now arranged around this room, and Luo Tian is personally in charge. Even if the saints come, it is difficult to move Chen Yaosi.

Looking at Chen Yao, who was seriously injured, Sudan's face was also very dignified.

The method of expanding the pulse with the golden needle is always an immature theory that has not been successfully practiced. When applying the needle, Chen Yao will suffer a lot.

Even practitioners with profound cultivation can hardly bear this pain. Some predecessors have tried, but they all ended in failure. The reason is not all because of the skill of the needle applicator, but a great part of them died of pain because the needle applicator can't bear the pain of the needle applicator.

A healthy practitioner can't bear this pain. Can Chen Yao, who has been injured now, stand this pain?

Sudan is still worried.

He slowly took out a delicate brocade box from his sleeve.

After the brocade box was opened, there were 9981 gold needles as thin as hair flying out of it and neatly suspended in the air.

An ancient painting also appeared in the hands of Sudan.

It shows a pair of human bones and meridians, as well as the position, angle and strength of 81 gold needles.

Real learning and selling.

Sudan feels pressure.

"Good luck, Chen Yao."

With a wave of the Sultan's other hand, a gold needle fell into his hand, and in his hand there emerged the fortune quenching yuan fire, which ranked high in the list of different fires.

On the list of different fires, there are several different fires. A large part of their role lies in their terrible lethality, such as yin-yang two pole fire or Jiuyin Youming fire, which ranks better.

However, the greatest use of the yuan quenching fire of fortune is indeed demonstrated in its quenching ability. Whether it is an alchemy device, it is an excellent choice and can give full play to the essence of something.

The Sultan was not a physical practitioner, but a Dharma practitioner, but when he faced the violent Sabre of Chu Yidao, he just caught it with the strength of his body.

The reason is that his body has been tempered by fortune quenching yuan fire for a long time, and his physical strength has already reached the level of a real physical cultivation master. Even the physical strength of some semi holy spiritual cultivation of Mount Tai Wuzong is not as strong as that of Sudan.

However, Sudan's actual combat capability is limited. Before, he didn't want to let Chu Yidao go. Although Chu Yidao is the peak of the emperor's territory, the real combat power does not belong to semi saint.

If it had not been for the strong of Jianzong at that time, Chu Yidao might have chosen to fight with Sudan, and the final outcome would not be decided.

The gold needle looks extremely slender, but I don't know what the material is. It can withstand the burning and smelting of different fire quenching yuan fire without melting, but more and more bloom a more substantive golden light.

When the golden light burst to the extreme, the Sultan stretched out his hand and the golden needle stabbed Chen Yao's chest.

Chen Yao, in a coma, suddenly felt a feeling of extreme dryness, heat and pain coming from his chest.

He felt that his meridians, muscles and bones seemed to be roasted. The unspeakable pain made Chen Yao, who was unable to speak, give a terrible roar.

"Ah."

This scream spread all over the sword sect.

Torn heart and lungs, sad occasion.

This gold needle will feel better with the quenching temperature, and this is only the beginning. There are ninety-nine, eighty-one and ninety.