Mo Jiu raised his eyebrows and said, "What if the young master insists on entering?" ”

"Then you'll have to ask about my knife first."

Before the guard who spoke could finish speaking, the knife was already falling in his hand, and the place where the knife fell was exactly Mo Jiu's neck.

The next moment, however, the guard's arm hung down, and the knife fell to the ground. The guard was instantly dumbfounded, is this an evil spirit? Why didn't he feel a trace of spiritual power fluctuations, and his arm suddenly lost sensation?

The other guard was also quick to react, and when he saw this scene, he immediately brandished his knife and slashed at Mo Jiu.

However, what happened to the guard was no different from the previous one.

The two of them were stunned for a moment, and they picked up their other hand and were about to make a move towards Mo Jiu.

Mo Jiu then spoke: "I can save your master." ”

When the two of them heard this, their eyes lit up in unison, and they said in unison: "Really? ”

Mo Jiu's voice is very light, but it has a convincing power. "Yes, it can be cured."

At this time, the two found that the arm that had suddenly been numb just now could move freely. It seems that he also has some ability, the young man has such a strange kung fu, he can't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, he should be a hidden master.

The two guards exchanged glances, nodded and invited Mo Jiu to the back room.

After all, their master is indeed critically ill now, and they want to give it a try whenever they have the slightest hope.

After Mo Jiu was led into the inner room, the guards who led the way whispered a few words to the guards inside, although the guards inside were dressed no differently from these guards, but their demeanor was calm and their eyes were cold, which was obviously different from the other guards.

Looks like he's the head of the guards. The guard stepped out of the back room and gave Mojiu an inquiring look.

The guard looked at Mo Jiu from top to bottom for a while, and motioned to the others with his eyes, and the two guards carried the old man who was already weak and came out of the back room.

The two guards who led Mo Jiu in stood on both sides of Mo Jiu, and it could be seen from their expressions that they were ready to strike at any time.

Mo Jiu's good-looking peach blossom eyes always smiled, and his eyes looked at the leading guard, and said, "There are three broken ribs on the left side, damaged organs under the ribs, and poisoned arrows in the lower abdomen." In my opinion, if you delay any longer, the gods will come and have no skills to return to heaven. ”

At this moment, everyone present gasped! Every word Mo Jiu said was to pinpoint exactly where the wounded were.

Lao Langzhong had already checked the injuries of the injured just now, and it was exactly what Mo Jiu said.

The leading guard's eyes flashed fiercely, and the long sword in his hand was already against Mo Jiu's neck.

"Say! Who are you? The spiritual power on your body is not wood spiritual power, which means that you are not a healer, but why can you see the master's injury? ”

Mo Jiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was indifferent.

"This big brother can't be suspicious of the master, right? If I am your master's enemy, I have no reason to heal him if I can beat him to a serious injury. Besides, the master never needs to use wood spiritual power to heal patients. However, I would like to remind you that you can afford to wait, but your master's injuries cannot wait. ”

The cruelty in the guard's eyes gradually turned to hesitation. In the end, the young man in front of him is friend or foe, but there is one sentence that does get to the point. Their master's breathing is getting weaker and weaker, and if left untreated, his life will be in danger.

"Can you really heal your master?"