This was nearly a fatal location, the fact that the old monk could save his own life shows that his ability was not small.
With a slack of his finger, and then a slight increase of force, another burst of cold air emerged, directly freezing the meridians around the wound.
Shortly after, no more poisoned blood surged upward, and the blackness on Fang Sheng's face visibly receded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He circulated his energy for one complete cycle, and had already greatly recovered.
The surrounding monks were very surprised.
They were all too aware of the kind of injury their teacher had suffered.
The poison of the Black Blood Needle was actually sealed off by this casually-wielded hand.
Master Fang Sheng took a deep breath, and with a sense of gratitude, looked at Zhao Rong:
