After being punched by Ning Qian in the temple with all his might, Mei Lao had no chance of surviving, and it was already the limit that he could insert two fingers into Ning Qian's throat before he died.

It all started with the sins he committed in middle age, killing the people he loved the most and planting the seeds of sin. Maybe the rivers and lakes are like this, retribution for injustice, and the cycle of cause and effect has been tried and tested repeatedly.

After losing his life, Mei Lao's wounded body was about to end its last journey and fell to the ground.

At this time, Ning Qian, who had taken revenge and suffered great pain in his body, wailed, but because his throat was pierced, the sound that came out was whimpering, just like the roar of an unknown beast in the mountains and forests in the middle of the night.

Ning Qian, who was still sensible, didn't let Mei Lao look blind, if he let his fingers fall out of his throat, he would definitely not survive.

With a bloody face, Ning Qian grabbed the collar of Mei Lao's corpse with one hand, grabbed the collar to prevent him from falling backwards, and with the other hand, he forcibly removed Mei Lao's arm like a giant pincer.

Then he threw Mei Lao's body to the ground with one hand, and held the broken arm with the other, Ning Qian turned to face his subordinates with his previous memory.

"Woo woo woo woo woo ..."After whimpering for a long time, the people from Baiyun Hall realized that Ning Qian was screaming and went to the doctor.

The people under his hands staggered over, for fear that Ning Qian, who was now like a demon, would vent his anger on them.

It's not a way to go on like this, but fortunately, Ning Qian, as the hall master of Baiyun Hall, still has interesting things to hide on weekdays. There was a clever warrior under his hand, and when he saw that his hall master had become like this, he immediately came to the hall master with a burden in his arms.

"Hall Master, I'm here, I'm here. The warrior came to Ning Qian's face, and when he saw Ning Qian's eyes being poked blind, he spoke loudly in order to inform Ning Qian of the fact that he had arrived.

Ning Qian frowned, it was even more painful to involve the wound, he held back the anger in his heart, and said, "There is a bottle here, it says stop bleeding, you can help me find it." ”

"Oh oh" the martial artist replied, and began to rummage, and according to Ning Qian's instructions, he quickly found the bottle of hemostatic powder.

"Pick off the plug and sprinkle it on my wounds, remember, you have to move quickly, I say you start when I start!" The warrior was closer to Ning Qian, so he could still hear what he was saying.

Time is pressing, although the fingers in the throat have not slipped off, but they have been bleeding, if they are not treated now, I am afraid that the gods will not be able to save them when the doctor arrives.

Being able to feel the tremor on the martial artist's body, Ning Qian held back his anger, the group of rice buckets under his hand, this little thing can't be done, but in order not to put too much pressure on this person, he still can't help but not speak.

After the warrior uncorked the bottle containing the hemostatic powder, Ning Qian motioned for him to come to him.

Ning Qian, who was slightly half-squatting, said with difficulty, "If you are aligned, you must stuff it all on the wound." ”

The warrior snorted and began to aim, as a martial artist, his mental power should be easy to concentrate, but he has never seen a real sword or a real gun on weekdays, and now he is frightened, and his hand is shaking.

Hey, Sima is a live horse doctor, Ning Qian has no other choice now, he can only believe in this half-hung martial artist.

Then Ning Qian endured the severe pain and pulled out the finger inserted in his throat, and just as the blood was about to gush out, the warrior finally dripped the hemostatic powder on it.

This powerful hemostatic powder coagulates when it encounters blood, and warriors generally do not use this kind of drug with great after-effects until the last resort.

Fortunately, the martial artist did not drop the chain at the critical moment, and his hand was very stable and sprinkled hemostatic powder on Ning Qian's wound as required.

Soon the wound on his throat was stopped, the dripping blood was no longer left, and Ning Qian finally picked up a life.

This process of stopping bleeding is equivalent to burning the skin with flames, so after the blood stopped, Ning Qian couldn't help but say, "Slow down, don't sprinkle too much." ”

At this moment, there was a sudden loud noise from Ye Liancheng's side, which frightened the dancer and a spirit, and with a shake of his hand, he sprinkled a small half bottle of hemostatic powder on Ning Qian's neck.

At this time, Ning Qian couldn't hold back any longer, he screamed in pain, the wound in the eye socket was stimulated, and two blood streams stayed down the eye socket, ticking on the ground, looking very terrifying.

It turned out that on the other side, Ye Liancheng, who had withdrawn the knife, was beating Zhang Zhen fatly, beating him on a wooden table. That's why it makes such a loud noise.

The poisonous palm has no way for Ye Liancheng, who eats the anti-poison pill, the biggest killer weapon has been used, and there is still nothing to do about Ye Liancheng, and the next thing must be to be beaten by fat.

As for why Ye Liancheng put the knife into the sheath, it was not because he was benevolent, but because Ye Liancheng happened to want to practice boxing recently, and it happened that the other party was a martial artist of the Martial Arts League, Ye Liancheng felt something and took Zhang Zhen to start practicing boxing.

When Zhang Zhen collided with Ye Liancheng again, he began to doubt life, his famous stunt became useless in Ye Liancheng's hands, and a palm slapped on Ye Liancheng's body as if it tickled him, no matter how much toxin was infused, Ye Liancheng always seemed to be a nobody, without the slightest abnormality.

Until the end, Zhang Zhen directly poured the toxin into Ye Liancheng's body in one go, causing his jet-black palms to turn into a normal color, but this did not work.

After Ye Liancheng was hit by this palm, he deliberately pretended to be very painful, covering his chest with one hand, pointing at Zhang Zhen with the other, and muttering: "What a powerful poisonous palm..."

At that time, Zhang Zhen's eyes were happy, the toxin was gone, and it could be absorbed again, but today he had to poison Ye Liancheng, this kid, he sneered: "Boy, you know that my poisonous palm is powerful..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Liancheng regained his hippie smiling face, and said with a smile: "I pretended, you won't really believe it, right?"

At this moment, Zhang Zhen felt that Ye Liancheng's yin and yang strange appearance was comparable to the most poisonous poison of time, he was not angry, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then he lost his dream and began to be practiced by Ye Liancheng as a sandbag.

After knocking Zhang Zhen down on the table with a punch, Ye Liancheng touched his chin, why did he always feel wrong.

There is no iron and stone's fist to the flesh, and there is no great momentum of his second uncle, his fist is like a child's fist compared to them, and every punch is like a fluttering cotton, which makes people feel no strength at all.