Chapter 471 Abandoned Merit (6)

"Bang!" Zheng Lide flew out.

Everyone was shocked, and what they immediately thought of was not to jump at this wretched middle-aged man, but to find King An and protect King An.

It's a pity that King An has already got into the woods, and they couldn't find it, so they could only pounce on the wretched middle-aged man.

The wretched middle-aged man sneered, "Chu Li, come out yet!"

The night sky was quiet and there was no response.

"Okay, then I'll kill everyone in Prince An's Mansion!" The wretched middle-aged man yelled loudly, making the birds in the woods flutter into flight.

The guards rushed over.

The wretched middle-aged man laughed loudly and came forward.

"Bang bang bang bang..." With a series of muffled sounds, guards flew out one by one.

They seem to be children who have no resistance in front of the wretched middle-aged man. Their movements are clumsy and slow, and they can't touch a single hair of the wretched middle-aged man, but they are blown away by the wretched middle-aged man.

The wretched middle-aged man's movements are as fast as lightning, and his palms are as fast as lightning, so fast that he can't see his shadow clearly.

In the blink of an eye, none of the guards stood still, and the speed of their movements was staggering.

"What a Chu Li, you are really cruel!" The wretched middle-aged man laughed loudly, turning into a shadow, like a dark cloud, and quickly disappeared before everyone's eyes.

The guards stared wide-eyed, endured the pain and mobilized their internal force, trying to force out this strange palm force.

It's a pity that Tianlei Palm's palm strength is strange, extremely pure, and extremely domineering. Their internal organs were constantly destroyed, and their kung fu was severely injured in a short while. If they were not carrying the elixir, their lives would be on the verge of death.

"Amitabha..." Xu Ning proclaimed the Buddha's name for a long time, got up and came in front of all the people, and raised his voice: "Sit together, put your palms on each other's backs, forming a circle."

Everyone believed in him, so they did as he did.

They struggled to get up, endured the pain, with various expressions on their faces, panting and sat down in a circle, stretching their palms to the back of the person in front, one after another, and finally connected to each other to form a circle.

Xu Ning said: "Among the group is the Thunder Palm, which cannot be dispelled by one person alone, but with the help of each other's strength, these palm forces collide with each other and dissolve, everyone slowly urges the internal force to inject into the body of the companion, so that the internal force is connected to each other. "

Everyone did as they did, and slowly, they felt that strange palm force gradually dissipating and finally disappearing, and the pleasure in their bodies also dissipated, as if ascending from hell to the world of bliss.

This is extremely miraculous, they all raised their heads and looked at Xu Ning in disbelief.

Xu Ning paid a tithe: "This is the unique solution of Ziyun Mountain's Sky Thunder Palm, and everyone can use it in the future. Let's go find the prince now."

Everyone hurriedly saluted and got up to look for King An.

They were all injured, fortunately the palm strength was removed, it will not get worse, just recover slowly.

But when they think of the insignificant middle-aged body skills, they still feel terrible. It's too fast to react in time. So many people are like a decoration. This is the unique skill of Ziyun Mountain. One of the sects, truly terrifying!

They soon found the dying King An in the woods.

The corner of Wang An's mouth was covered with blood, and he was lying on the ground in a panic, looking like he was about to die at any time.

They quickly let him take the elixir, the life-saving medicine, and then put King An by the campfire, and then sat down, surrounded King An, closed their eyes and adjusted their breath, and began to heal their injuries.

In the middle of the night, Wang An slowly woke up.

Xu Ning was sitting beside him.

King An groaned, "Your Honor?"

Xu Ning opened his eyes and said softly: "How does the prince feel?"

"I got my life back?" Wang An said.

Xu Ning nodded lightly and said: "He still has scruples and dare not kill the prince."

"Hmph!" An Wang gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Chu Li!"

Xu Ning said: "The chief executive may have escaped, that's why he came after him, trying to use everyone's lives to force the chief executive to show up, but it's a pity that the chief executive is not here."

"Even if he is here, he won't show up!" Wang An sneered, "It's all his trouble!"

"My lord, you are seriously injured and need to be carefully recuperated." Xu Ning said in a low voice, "It's better to go back to the mansion first, you can't go to the Duke's mansion."

"...That's fine." King An knew that if he went to the Duke's mansion now, he would be humiliating himself.

Xiao Tieying had long held back his anger, and would never let go of this opportunity. He would humiliate him well, and going now was just asking for trouble.

Wang An struggled to sit up, and exercised his energy to adjust his breath. As soon as he exercised his energy, his expression changed drastically.

He glared at Xu Ning: "My martial arts...?"

Xu Ning sighed, and said in a low voice: "My lord, you need to practice again."

"Who is this guy?!" An Wang gritted his teeth and asked slowly, "Who is the one who abolished my martial arts?"

"Geng Huarong." Xu Ning said: "The disciples of Ziyun Mountain's previous generation are skilled in the Heavenly Thunder Palm and can kill like hemp."

"Geng, Hua, Rong..." Wang An chewed each word, as if he wanted to imprint the name in his mind and never forget it.

"My lord, my life is still alive, I just need to start cultivating from the beginning." Xu Ning said calmly.

King An said coldly: "Your Majesty put it lightly, how long will it take for me to recover to my previous cultivation level if I practice from scratch?"

"I think according to the prince's ability, three to five years will be enough?" Xu Ning said.

"Three years! Five years!" Wang An sneered, and then coughed violently.

Xu Ning caressed his back, sent a burst of inner breath, and said in a warm voice: "Your Highness, why should you be discouraged, it's only been five years, but in the blink of an eye, re-cultivation will make the foundation deeper and more beneficial to the realm of gods."

"Five years, five years!" Wang An said coldly, "Chu Li should be allowed to live another five years!"

Xu Ning calmly said: "My lord, it's his fate, so let him live for the time being, and it won't be too late to deal with him after the lord's martial arts is perfect."

"No!" Wang An shook his head: "I can't bear it for five years!"

Xu Ning looked at him calmly.

King An gritted his teeth and said, "Does your temple have a way to restore martial arts?"

Xu Ning shook his head.

King An said: "None of the four major sects?"

Xu Ning sighed: "My lord, saving lives is easy, but recovering martial arts is difficult. In today's world, the only ones who can do it are the emperor and the master of gods from Daleiyin Temple. My lord wants to ask the emperor for help?"

"...No." Wang An said slowly.

He knew that if he asked his father for help, everything would be over, and he would be a walking dead alive.

The emperor has never wanted him to inherit the throne, otherwise, he would not have agreed to the marriage with the Duke's Mansion.

But he also knew that his father would not interfere too much with him. As long as he didn't kill his brother, no matter how hard he tried, his father would just watch from the sidelines, but once he wanted to ask his father for help, it would mean withdrawing from the battle for the throne.

He has worked so hard for so many years for the throne, if he can't get the throne, life is no fun, let alone recovering martial arts?

"So, you can only cultivate by yourself?" Wang An said in a deep voice.

Xu Ning nodded slowly.

King An said: "Okay!... Go find Chu Li!"

"My lord, it is estimated that the chief executive has already hid elsewhere." Xu Ning said.

King An snorted: "Look around, I don't believe he can really escape, he might be dead already!... If he doesn't die, then kill him!"

He personally experienced Geng Huarong's martial arts, no matter how powerful Chu Li was, he couldn't escape Geng Huarong's palms, he was really too powerful.

"Yes." Xu Ning paid a tithe.

The crowd began to struggle and began to spread around looking for Chu Li with their wounded bodies.