Shen Qing didn't hesitate or twist.

With Chu Yan's gaze, she used a very natural movement to unfasten the belt, pull the placket open, and then take down the long skirt.

Not only was she not embarrassed.

Even from a certain perspective, Shen Qing's heart still has a little expectation for this process and this matter.

In Shen Qing's heart, every time she was injured, the teacher paid special attention to her.

And I will only fall in front of the teacher so naturally.

Fortunately, this is the mind of many people, and there is a kind of thing that is only done to someone.

Like some kind of religious ritual.

Like something unique.

The one-piece dress slid down from the shoulders.

Shen Qing's face remained unchanged, her eyes did not blink.

Chu Yan's eyes narrowed, and he took a breath.

Shen Qingshen's wound was much more imaginary.

The injury seemed to be more severe than he imagined.

Without the words of Chu Yan, after Shen Qing took off her long skirt, she also brought down the close-fitting coat, and then socks.

White feet, stepping on the floor, Shen Qing stood in front of Chu Yan without a trace at this moment.

"A little ... troublesome." Chu Yan sighed.

Although in the eyes of ordinary people, he is still very young.

But for Chu Yan himself, this fixation is nothing at all.

What's more, Shen Qing's body at this moment is really unable to make people think.

Do you produce yuwang on a pork chop that has been beaten hundreds of times with a wooden stick?

If there is, it only means that you are a biantai and there is no cure.

Chu Yan walked around Shen Qing with a glance and quickly determined the number of her wounds.

"One hundred and eighty-two wounds add up, not even internal injuries, let's take it slowly, you really are, too bearable."

Injuries of this level, not to mention being placed on mortal bodies, can be counted as being placed in Zhenwu Realm, enough for one martial artist to die dozens of times.

But Shen Qing did not hum.

Chu Yan couldn't help but sigh, now with Shen Qing as his heart, he set up a spiritual gathering.

The monk **** the aura, which can make the injury recover faster.

The aura in this palace is obviously not enough.

However, Chu Yan had just obtained more than 600 spirit stones not long ago. It was more than enough to take out a small part of them to provide aura.

With Shen Qingzhen's physical constitution, the injuries that can be sustained are not too serious.

Chu Yan has also checked.

It was ascertained that Shen Qing's meridians and internal organs were not injured, and his heart was largely relieved.

Before the promotion of the condensed veins triplet and the 36 muscle veins have all condensed, the most taboo is the injuries to the veins and internal organs.

In that case, it is the same as when the building was built, there was a problem with the foundation.

In the future, if you do not want to build this building high, this building is also at risk of collapse.

The process of treating a wound is much simpler.

Shen Qing is not a mortal, so the wound has not healed, and there is no need for needle and thread to sew.

You know, Chu Yan's healing medicines were all found out from Xiao Taijin's storage bag.

The medicine used by the monk Diyuanjing was used in monk Ningmaijing, and it seemed a bit violent.

But Chu Yan didn't care.

The wound is either dusted with powder or applied with ointment.

During the whole process, Shen Qing's body remained motionless.

Sometimes, she obviously felt a pain, and she just frowned slightly, and then recovered her expressionless face.

This makes Chu Yan sometimes even want to hurt her intentionally, and then see her reaction.

But Chu Yan did not do so after all.

It is the teacher's responsibility to care for the female apprentice.

But when the healing area moved to Shen Qing's half body, Chu Yan's movement stopped.

Under a wound that was not fully scabbed, Chu Yan saw three black spots.

These three black spots are the marks left by that kind of bruise.

Chu Yan looked at these three traces for a moment, stretched out his three fingers, and put them on his face.

The forefinger and ring finger close to each other exactly match these three marks.

Chu Yan's eyes flashed a flash of sharpness, and his mouth slowly spit out three words: "through bone fingers."

Broken Star Tower Wangxingtai ground-level inferior martial arts, penetrating fingers.

When the thought rose, Chu Yan's gaze swept away from Shen Qingshen's other wounds.

The next moment, he saw Shen Qing's next wound that was close to healing.

The wound turned blue.

People who don't know it will think that it was caused by the impact.

But after Chu Yan's fingertips rubbed for a moment, Chu Yan said lightly, "Feng Yu sword method."

Broken Star Tower Wangxingtai ground-level martial arts, Feng Yu sword.

At the moment when the name of this martial art was uttered, Chu Yanmou's expression had become significantly colder.

Even with the temperature in this empty hall, it started to get cold.

The fingertips touched Shen Qing's back neck, then down her spine.

In the fourth quarter of his spine, Chu Yan's fingers stopped and his voice was soft: "Does it hurt?"

Shen Qing froze, then nodded in a small margin.

At this moment, Chu Yan's eyes had already appeared from an angle that Chu Yan could not see.

He didn't want to let him know.

However, he still found out.

The coldness of Chu Yan's eyes turned into a gush of anger at this moment.

At this moment, the air around him seemed to be condensed and heavy.

"The Promise Bone Stick."

Broken Star Tower Wangxingtai heaven-grade sublime martial arts, Wuji crack bone stick.

If Shen Qingshen's wounds were caused by martial arts from the Star Watch Tower of the Broken Star Tower, it might be a coincidence.

After all, these martial arts are not unique to Broken Star House.

If someone learns by chance, it is not impossible.

But in a row, all of them were words that Chu Yan had seen at Wangxingtai. There was only one possibility.

These wounds were caused by the disciples of Broken Star Tower!

Chu Yan took a deep breath and said nothing, but he treated all the wounds of Shen Qingshen, and then said, "Who is it."

"They robbed the Xiuxian family of the city, and also killed people. They were bumped into me and said bad things about you. I didn't hold back." Shen Qing said.

"Get a new dress." Chu Yan nodded, walked to the front of the hall, and looked out at the sky.

A round of red sun at this moment illuminated the sky like blood, slowly sinking towards the horizon.

Shen Qing walked back to Chu Yan shortly after.

At this moment she changed into a pale pink dress.

Chu Yan glanced at her obliquely.

The pale pink dress with Shen Qing's delicate face is beautiful, but the girl's temperament is too cold.

Seeming to be skeptical of Chu Yanyan, Shen Qing rarely took the initiative to explain: "Teacher, the color you like."

After that, she lowered her head.

Chu Yan smiled and said, "It's not bad, it didn't hit your face, but it may also be that you know they shouldn't be hit.

But I don't care, they hurt you, I will blow them all from face to toe. "