On the night when King Kong Fist Hongli slaughtered Lu Mansion.

Lu Yun had seen Wang Teng before.

But it was at night, and Wang Teng was squatting in the corner, so Lu Yun was not impressed by Wang Teng.

What's more, having reached the Blood Refining Realm, Wang Teng has undergone tremendous changes in both his body shape and temperament.

Even if Lu Yun had a trace of the impression of the previous Wang Teng in his head, he would not connect the two together.

"Deacon Wang, what the hell happened, my father is a master of external skills who has reached the peak of the Iron Bone Realm, and he is actually injured so badly. ”

Looking at Lu Tao, who was lying on the bed and unconscious covered in blood, Lu Yun's face showed panic and worry.

Lu Tao is the helmsman of the Jianghe Gang, but the Jianghe Gang is not the Lu family.

Once Lu Tao has an accident, the Jianghe Gang will definitely send another helmsman to garrison Wujiang City, and he, Lu Yuan, will also lose everything.

Although he has been practicing hard external skills, he is too young after all, and he has a lot of medicine to supplement, and he has only reached the state of penetration.

A martial artist in the Guanli Realm is nothing at all in the Jianghe Gang, and any elite gang member in the gang has reached the Guanli Realm.

Without enough cultivation resources, he didn't know what year it would take to reach the Bast Realm.

It's a pity that he doesn't have the talent to cultivate internal strength.

If you can cultivate internal strength, both inside and outside, then the cultivation realm can be at least several times higher, reaching the bast realm, and the iron bone realm is not difficult at all.

"To put it simply, we have encountered a weird, beyond the evil level of weirdness, it is a blessing to be able to escape, the specific situation, after the Lord Lu Helm wakes up, you can ask him. ”

Wang Teng's words were concise and shocking, and he didn't say too much nonsense.

Then, he looked at the several doctors who were treating Lu Tao and asked, "How is Lord Lu Tao's physical condition, and when will he wake up?"

Several doctors glanced at each other, and one of the oldest doctors said cautiously: "Lord Lu Duo has no external injuries on his body, but there is serious damage to the internal organs, and some internal organs are even damaged, and now he is in an extremely dangerous period, and we can't say when he will wake up, even if he can wake up, he will fall into the root of the disease, in the words of those of you who practice martial arts, it is an internal injury, not an ordinary medicine stone can be cured, and you can't use force with others in the future, otherwise the internal injury will recur, and the gods will be difficult to save." ”

After speaking, these doctors all stared at Wang Teng with nervous expressions.

They have been doctors all their lives, and they know that it is most dangerous to treat these big people.

If you save it, you will naturally be rewarded handsomely.

But if it is not cured, the relatives of the injured may be angry with them and beat them to death.

With the relationship between the Jianghe Gang and the county government, even if Wang Teng really killed them, the government may not be held accountable.

Wang Teng is not a murderous person, so naturally he will not be angry with these doctors, and he also knows what they are worried about, he said in a calm tone: "You don't have to be nervous, just do your best to treat Lord Lu Helm, just mention what medicine you need, don't worry about the rest, I guarantee that your lives are worry-free." ”

Regarding Lu Tao's injuries, Wang Teng didn't have any special solutions, so he could only turn to these doctors for help, hoping that they could rejuvenate themselves.

Although he has cultivated internal strength, it is just an ordinary health preservation skill.

Even if he reached the fifth level of Changchun Gong, he could only treat his own internal injuries, and could not help others to heal his internal injuries.

Unless he is a real master of internal strength, he can cure Lu Tao's internal injuries and not fall into the root of the disease.

But in Wujiang City, there is no such internal master.

Whether Lu Tao can wake up or not depends on the will of God.

"This world is too dangerous, I need to improve my strength as soon as possible. ”

Looking at Lu Tao, who was in a coma, Wang Teng once again felt that his weakness was far from enough, and his cultivation in the Blood Refining Realm was far from enough.

Tomorrow or the unexpected, you never know which will come first.

Now that the Black Wind Village has been destroyed, Lu Tao has fallen into a coma, and Yang Zhan, the deacon of internal affairs, has died, and he is the person with the highest status in the rudder.

But he has no interest in dealing with the chores of the Jianghe Gang, just leave it to the people below, for Wang Teng, there is nothing more important than hunting ghosts and improving his strength.

.........

Outside a green house.

A thief-eyed thug was lifted out of it and thrown into the street.

With a thud, he fell on all fours.

In the green building, the old bustard, who was dressed in a charming dress and had a bloated figure, crossed his hands on his waist, and said with a fierce face: "Beat, beat me hard, I really ate the gall of the bear's heart and leopard, and I was penniless, so I dared to eat and drink for nothing here at the old lady, and when the old lady was here is a good hall?"

Suddenly, several tall and burly men rushed out of the Qinglou, rolled up their sleeves one by one, and beat up this thief-eyed thug.

Bang bang bang!

The thugs rolled up into a ball, holding their heads in both hands, and endured the punches and kicks of several tall and burly men, but there was an extremely resentful voice in their mouths, and they roared angrily: "You lied to me, you deceived me, and said that if you make up three hundred taels of silver, you can help Xiaohong redeem herself, why do you deceive me, and cheat me out of all the silver taels on my body." ”

The old bustard said coldly: "I, my Chunxiang Lou is sitting in business brightly, and the price has always been clearly marked, this month you are in Chunxiang Building, we are not a good entertainer, eating, drinking and sleeping, are these services free of charge, charging you three hundred taels is already cheap for you, now you are penniless, and you want to continue to rely on Chunxiang Building, I really don't know how to write the dead word." ”

The thugs let out a hysterical roar: "You lie to me, you are deceiving me, pay me back three hundred taels of silver, I want to redeem Xiaohong, this is the money I ransomed for Xiaohong, you pay me back." ”

Hearing this, the old bustard sneered: "A ninth-rate thief, he doesn't pee to show what kind of goods he is, and he dares to come to my real Xianglou to leak people, I told you three hundred taels at the beginning to think of your thoughts, but I didn't expect you to take it seriously, I don't know where to find three hundred taels of silver."

Just you, a toad, never want to eat swan meat, Xiaohong's day out of the cabinet has been sold by me to Wang Yuanwai, a thousand taels of silver, fortunately you didn't break Xiaohong's body, otherwise the old lady would have suffered a big loss. ”

"No, Xiaohong is mine, Xiaohong is mine, none of you want to snatch her, whoever wants to snatch her, I will fight with whomever I want. ”

Hearing the bustard's words, the little gangster immediately became frantic and stood up to rush into the green building.

He had been beaten by the strong man in the Qinglou to the point that his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and his face was hideous, like a ghost, which immediately frightened the old bustard.

"Beat, beat me to death, a little gangster, even if he is killed, no one will collect his body. ”

The old bustard was angry and vicious.

After fighting for a while, seeing that the gangsters had more air in and less gas, the old bustard gave up and said viciously: "Throw him farther away, don't affect the business." ”

Several thugs in the Qinglou were about to be beaten bloodied, and the dying thugs lifted them up and threw them into the garbage heap in the alley around the corner.

The little thug was already delirious and dying, but he still muttered in a low voice: "Xiaohong is mine, Xiaohong is mine, none of you want to snatch her, whoever dares to beat her idea, I will kill whomever she wants." ”