Hearing this, Zhang Jiuzhu fell silent for a moment, then said:
"Wuji, keep an eye on them. If these two old fools try anything, kill them!"
With that, Zhang Jiuzhu leaped into the air and headed straight for the inn in the distance.
Zhang Wuji watched the two men, a candied hawthorn skewer in hand, his gaze fixed firmly on them.
At that moment, Lu Zhangke looked at He Biyuan and said:
"Junior Brother, how are you?"
He Biyuan shook his head. After struggling for a long while, he finally gave a bitter smile, shook his head again, and said:
"I'm crippled, completely crippled.
"I used the Mysterious Nether Palm to block that kid's punch, but the scorching fist force in his fist shattered the meridians in my right arm with devastating force.
"It's even rampaging through my body without restraint. Half my body has already started going numb.
"This feeling is simply too painful.
"And I can clearly feel that even if I recover, I'll still be crippled.
"The Mysterious Nether True Qi in my body has been completely suppressed by that scorching fist force. It's almost done for.
"Senior Brother, what about you? Can you still leave?"
Lu Zhangke fell silent for a moment upon hearing this. At last, he shook his head and said:
"I can't hold on either. That blow pierced through my dantian, and then I fell from such a height. Now... heh... I'm crippled.
"Who would've thought that, in the end, we'd die here?"
He Biyuan fell silent for a moment, then said:
"Senior Brother, if we die, then the things Master left behind...
"Back then, Master said he wanted us to surpass Zhang Sanfeng.
"But our strength was insufficient, and our talent wasn't good enough.
"And now, we're even..."
However, Lu Zhangke seemed