Hu San was stunned for a moment, a little unable to believe his ears, wiped a handful of tears from the corners of his eyes, and asked, "The big boss...... What do you mean......"

"I just probed his snort, and he still breathes, and he is not dead. /56 Library" Jin Batian repeated.

Hu San stretched out his fingers under the nose of Qingxu Daoist as if he didn't believe it, and found that there was really some faint breath, and he couldn't help but rejoice for a while, "It's really not dead!" He really didn't die! ”

Jin Batian gently helped the Qingxu Daoist to his feet, lifted his Dao robe and took a look, only to see that the knife edge at the broken arm was very neat, and the blood that was still gushing just now seemed to be much less bloody, so he took out the medicine to stop bleeding from his arms, and sprinkled it all over the wound on the arm of the Qingxu Daoist. As soon as this painkiller was sprinkled on the wound of Qingxu Dao Chang, he saw that Qing Xuan Dao Chang opened his eyes violently, and his body stiffened suddenly, and then he kept trembling, and the cold sweat on his head also oozed from his forehead, followed by another scream.

"Second uncle......" Hu San called softly.

Qingxu Dao Chang slowly turned his head, a pair of eyes were bloodshot, looking a little like the eyes of a ghost baby, he said weakly: "San'er...... Go and stew the biggest ginseng for Poor Dao......"

After saying this, he saw that the Qingxu Daoist closed his eyes again and passed out.

The two of them saw that the Qingxu Daoist was not dead, and they were overjoyed in their hearts, and hurriedly ordered people to stew ginseng, but the ginseng had not yet been done, and at this time they saw a few bandits, escorting a person who looked like Lang Zhong came over, needless to say, this Lang Zhong must have been tied by those bandits from the bottom of the mountain, his eyes were covered with a layer of black cloth, and his body was also tied with flowers, and he was trembling with fright.

Jin Batian walked over, ripped off the black cloth covering Lang Zhong's eyes, and cut the rope on his body with another knife.

Na Langzhong looked about fifty years old, with a lock of goatee on his chin, he rubbed his eyes, and then looked up at the person in front of him, and saw that standing in front of him was a tall and strong man with a full face and a one-eyed oblique neck, and he was still holding a machete in his hand...... The little one is just a Jianghu Lang who treats people, and he has no money on him, and he asks the good grandfather to spare the little one's life......"

Jin Batian sneered, looked at Na Langzhong with one oblique eye, and asked, "Do you know who Lao Tzu is?" ”

Na Langzhong raised his head, glanced at Jin Batian, and said timidly: "The villain has eyes but doesn't know Taishan, doesn't know this hero, and doesn't know where he is......"

"It's okay to sue you, this is the Black Wind Village, and Lao Tzu is the big boss of this Black Wind Village-Jin Batian!" Jin Ba Tianyin said.

When Na Langzhong heard this, his body suddenly became weak, kowtowed again, and begged for mercy repeatedly: "Please also ask the big boss to spare his life...... The big boss spares his life......"

"Get up! Lao Tzu asked people to tie you up the mountain, not to rob money, but to let you save people's lives, if you cure people, Lao Tzu will treat you with good food and drink, if you can't cure ......" Speaking of this, Jin Batian sneered again and made a gesture to wipe his neck.