Chapter 827: Have already learned it, why be so polite

Although Zhou Zhiruo was extremely good to him, Zhang Wuji always felt it was inappropriate in his heart; after all, he was now a person who was almost dead.

"Young Master Zhang, this thing is for you!" Just after finishing dinner, Zhou Zhiruo brought a wooden box and handed it to Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji took the wooden box suspiciously, "What is this?"

"This is what my father specifically entrusted me to give to you. I hope it is useful for your healing." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slightly.

Zhang Wuji felt a warmth in his heart. Zhou Zhiruo's father was his master. Since he had joined the Shaolin Temple, his master had treated him as his own and taught him painstakingly, and the two of them were also teacher and friend.

The master and disciple supported each other and finally roamed the Wu Lin, establishing a Wu Lin alliance that belonged to them.

This time, his master was seriously injured and unconscious, and he could only rely on his care, which made him feel grateful.

Zhang Wuji glanced at Zhou Zhiruo and asked, "By the way, Miss Zhou, I wonder if your Emei Sect has the Seven-Injury Fist?"

Zhou Zhiruo blinked and asked back, "Why? Have you practiced the Seven-Injury Fist?"

Zhang Wuji shook his head and said, "I won't hide it from you, Miss. What I practice is not the Seven-Injury Fist, but another kind of technique. I wonder if you have seen it?"

After speaking, Zhang Wuji clenched his right fist, pushed his left palm out flat, and used a move from the Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms.