The scimitar flashed a cold light in the air, flew backwards like an arrow from the string, and slammed into the jeep body behind him with a "poof", and the small half of the knife body was inserted into the carriage, and most of the exposed knife body made a "buzzing" trembling sound. The disciple of Fuhumen, who was suddenly knocked off the scimitar in his hand, looked at the scimitar trembling on the body of the car in shock, and then turned his head to look at the old man, there was a sense of relief in his eyes, he knew that his hand had finally been saved.

At this moment, Wan Lin's grandfather suddenly stretched out his right index finger and quickly clicked a few times, and the severed arm of Master Liu and the two disciples who were spurting blood outward, suddenly trembled a few times in the finger wind of the old man of Wan Jia, and the blood gushing outward at the broken arm stopped abruptly.

The old man of the Wan family looked coldly at the broken arms of several people, and said in a stunned tone. "Lin'er, Xiaoya, bandage them and let them leave!"

Just now, the old man originally wanted to say something to stop these people from harming themselves, but then he thought that these people from Lingxiumen practiced cold skills, and their personalities had become cold and extreme.

Now he saw that the old boss had stopped the last person from harming himself, so he also hurriedly took action to seal the acupoints of several Fuhumen people's injuries in the air to prevent them from losing too much blood and causing their lives to be in danger. If there is a murder, this matter will be in trouble.

At this time, the two old men around suddenly made a move, and they were all stunned. The two old men stood a few meters away and suddenly volleyed out their fingers, one finger knocked away the scimitar in the opponent's hand, and the other volley sealed the opponent's injured arm and acupoint, the shocking magic skills of the two really surprised the people around them! Bursts of exclamations rang out from around the streets.

When Xiaoya and Wan Lin heard their grandfather's instructions, they also hurriedly raised their feet and walked to several Fuhumen people, and quickly took out first-aid medicines to stop the bleeding and bandage the wounds of several people.

At this time, the tall head Liu and the two disciples all clenched their teeth, and several of them had beads of sweat the size of beans on their bare heads, and their faces were sallow, but they didn't say a word. Xiao Ya and Wan Lin quickly finished bandaging a few people, and then took a step back.

When these people saw that the other party had finished bandaging themselves, they turned their heads and staggered towards their jeeps, without saying a word of thanks.

The boy who hadn't cut off his wrist walked up to their master, helped him into the car, and then turned around and helped the other two companions into the car, and then walked to the side of the car to look at the scimitar stuck in the body, and pulled the long scimitar out of his jeep, with fire in his eyes and about to throw it away.

But as soon as he raised his arm, "click", "click", "click", a few scimitars out of the sheath sounded immediately, he quickly turned his head to look, and saw that the disciples of Lingxiumen had already drawn their knives out of their sheaths and were staring at him coldly.

He felt a chill in his heart, hurriedly held the blade of the knife in both hands, strode to the old head of Lingxiumen, bent down and put the scimitar he was holding on the ground, followed by his hands and fists and bowed, and then turned around and walked towards his jeep.

He suddenly realized that if he dared to be disrespectful to this scimitar unique to the Lingxiu Sect, he would be insulting the entire Lingxiu Sect, and a group of disciples on the other side would definitely draw their swords against each other, and at that time, his head would probably really stay here forever!

He returned to the car and sat in the cab, started the car and drove out of town like crazy. Everyone knew that these people had rushed to the nearest county hospital, trying to help their seriously injured companions as soon as possible.

Seeing the fierce appearance of these people, Wan Lin and the others on the field couldn't help but shake their heads, and secretly said in their hearts: This group of people who practice martial arts have evolved into ruffians and hooligans who bully and dominate the market, and such people are to blame when they are punished!

The old man coldly watched the car disappear from his field of vision, then turned his head to look at the old man of the Wan family, opened his mouth and was about to speak, when a disciple on the side suddenly shouted urgently: "Master, look at my master!" ”

The two old men immediately turned their heads to look, the old man in black had already passed out in the arms of his apprentice at this time, the bright red mark between his eyebrows was slowly bulging, and the propped up skin was like a balloon being blown up, and the thin skin that was propped up was rapidly surging black and red blood!

"Not good!" The old man's face immediately changed, and he stepped in front of the injured man with a low cry, slapped his palm on the top of his head, and a fiery breath immediately erupted from his palm, and the bulge between the injured man's eyebrows immediately shrank, but then it was like a balloon that had been pressed, and it swelled up again.

Wan Lin's grandfather hesitated for a moment when he saw this, quickly judged the other party's injury in his mind, and then shouted at Wan Lin: "Lin'er, hurry!" Use cold work! ”

As he spoke, he and Wan Lin stepped in front of the injured man with an arrow step, grabbed the wounded's withered arm on the left and right, and a white light crossed their faces at the same time, and a cold aura came out of their bodies, surging down the injured man's arm towards each other's meridians.

In the blink of an eye, the blood surging in the bulge between the injured person's eyebrows seemed to slow down suddenly, and gradually deflated downward with the bulge. Wan Lin and Grandpa hurriedly helped the injured man to sit on the ground, sat cross-legged around the injured with the old master, and concentrated on the power to send it to the injured person's body.

Seeing this, the people next to him knew that this black-clothed old man from Lingxiumen was in danger, and they all "hula" around him, watching the movements of several people on the field with concern.

Xiaoya was shocked when she saw the people around her! At this time, Wan Lin and the others were all full of strength, and the most taboo thing was that outsiders approached, and she shouted anxiously to several nervous Lingxiu Sect disciples: "Protector, hurry!" As he spoke, he suddenly transported his true qi and swung it out.

"Woo", a stream of true qi penetrated her tender white palm and surged outward, and the few people who had rushed to the front staggered back, and several Lingxiumen disciples around them had also woken up, "Dangchang" pulled out the scimitar around Wanlin and several people, and shouted loudly to the crowd: "Go back!" A scimitar with a cold glow followed suit, pointing around. Seeing this, the crowd retreated like a tide.

At this time, Xiao Ya was looking at her right palm that she had just swung out in astonishment, her face full of joy! She didn't expect that the palm power she swung out in a hurry had actually come out of her palm! This has never happened before.

She had already woken up at this time: during this time, she followed Wan Lin and her grandfather, who had profound skills, and her skills suddenly rose to a new level invisibly, and she became the fourth Wanjia disciple who could strike palm power after Wan Lin, Cheng Ru and Zhang Wa! This is the first woman in Wanjia since ancient times, and she has created a precedent for Wan's family.