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When Wang Zhong and the others were startled, they rushed forward in a hurry, and Zhao Zhicheng, who was covered in blood, only had one breath left.

is different from the bloody plot in film and television works where he can still talk a lot when he is about to die, Zhao Zhicheng can't open his mouth at all, and he can barely do it by laughing miserably, and then waiting for death.

For the strength of his internal guard, Liu Muang is still very satisfied.

No matter how you say that, no one can stop the combination of science and technology and national arts.

A strong body cultivated through biotechnology is not just about being strong.

The strength of bones and muscles, the ability to reflex nerves, and so on, are far from being comparable to normal humans.

Coupled with the content and intensive training in the second volume of the "Encyclopedia of National Arts", it would be strange if this could not be beaten.

Unless Zhao Zhicheng has cultivated the national art to a realm similar to the real master grandmaster in "Fist Town Mountains and Rivers", he can only kneel.

Fortunately, satisfaction is satisfaction, and Liu Muang didn't really plan to kill anyone.

"If you don't want him to die, get out of the way." Liu Muang, who stepped forward, waved after speaking.

Soon, I saw two internal guards, pushing a medical platform suspended in the air three feet above the ground.

"Ang Shao?" Regarding Zhao Zhicheng's situation, Wang Zhongzhi, who looked at someone, was not angry.

The national art is a magic horse, and the one who only kills people and does not perform is the national art.

Even if the two sides are just talking, this thing is interested, and there are a few people who can say stop it.

"Believe me and get out of the way!" Liu Muang standing aside. Said lightly.

"Good!" Looking at the somewhat familiar and strange equipment, Wang Zhong waved his hand and took the five people out of the way.

For the decisiveness of this Wang family. Liu Muang secretly nodded like.

Although it is true that he did not intend to kill anyone, the other party really wanted to question his own words. Liu Muang will not be stupid enough to stick the other party's cold ass with a hot face.

What's more, the No. 18 internal guard of the B word has actually been merciful before, otherwise Zhao Zhicheng would not have left a breath, but would have died a long time ago.

After Liu Muang signaled the internal guard to take care of the next thing, the eyes that looked at the five men and women beside Wang Zhong were quite playful.

It is said that Zhao Zhicheng is also with them no matter what, and it seems that he is quite respected because of his age.

was beaten into such a miserable field, and seeing that even his life was about to be lost, how to look at these five national arts masters should also have something to say.

Well, these five guys do have something to say.

The anger and shock in his eyes, Liu Muang could feel it deeply.

But that's exactly what happened. The five of them were still able to order and prohibit, and they said to get out of the way, without half a minute of hesitation.

Not to mention the personal strength, just this quality has to make Liu Muang admit that the heritage of this big family is really extraordinary.

Just when Liu Muang was looking at the five experimental objects, Zhao Zhicheng of the cup was also carried to the treatment platform by two internal guards.

This built-in anti-gravity, energy, and castration version of the AI system makes it easy to move a medical platform specifically for emergency needs, known as the MED-POD4000 model.

Unlike the MED-POD5000 and the previous 3000. The Type 4000 is not an open medical platform, rather a medical cabin.

This is not, under the control of the internal guards, the closed hatch is in the "Wow! Slipped away.

After Zhao Zhicheng was carried to the medical cabin. The hatch cover was soon filled with a "Wow! It was closed again.

Without any damage, the castrated version of the artificial intelligence quickly made a diagnosis and initiated the treatment procedure.

In less than five minutes, the medical pod opened again. Then Wang Zhong and the others widened their eyes and saw Zhao Zhicheng, who was supposed to burp, sit up by himself.

"Come down when you're healed!" Looking at the other party, who was a little dazed and full of surprise, Liu Muang spoke.

Wait for Zhao Zhicheng to subconsciously step out of the medical cabin. Wang Zhong, who finally came to his senses, immediately surrounded them.

A few minutes later, it was finally confirmed that Zhao Zhicheng had come back to life. The eyes that looked at the medical cabin were brighter than the hooligans saw Bai Fumei.

It's actually not surprising that there is such a reaction, as a member of the national arts world, who doesn't receive all kinds of hard training when he is young.

Broken arms and legs are commonplace, and it's not surprising that one accidentally hurts his internal organs.

There are even some people who simply train themselves to death because of improper training.

Not to mention what happened to Zhao Zhicheng before, how could Wang Zhong and them not see it.

It's a good national artist, and he knows how to heal injuries, and unless a miracle appears about the injury just now, he can only wait for death.

Who would have thought that a miracle would really happen.

With a wave of his hand, asking people to put the MED-POD4000 medical cabin aside, Liu Muang said:

"Zhong Shao, do you still need the next two competitions?"

"Yes!" Wang Zhong, who withdrew his eyes, replied quite simply.

"Yes, then it's up to you." Liu Muang, who knew that it would be such an answer, did not persuade anything, but beckoned.

Then I saw two internal guards carrying a large cloth roll more than two meters long, and then put it on the ground and opened it.

There was nothing else in the cloth scroll, but all kinds of weapons.

From the most common knives, swords, sticks, and guns, to the relatively rare meteor hammers and crutches, and even the famous Fang Tianhua halberd.

"Zhong Shao, I won't take advantage of you." Approaching and squatting down, he pulled out a sheathed Tang knife from the cloth roll, Liu Muang smiled:

"You choose what weapon you use, no matter what it is, I will accompany you in the same way."

"No, we've got weapons." Wang Zhong, who shook his head, said.

"You mean the sword?" Pointing to the very clumsy long sword in the hand of a pseudo-Zhengtai, Liu Muang shook his head and smiled:

"I think it's better to forget it, it's not that I look down on this ancient sword, these weapons of mine are all made of super alloy."

"In ancient times, it was definitely a divine soldier who didn't run away, and it was all a piece of cake to blow off hair, cut gold and cut jade."

Liu Ruian said, pressing the collapsed spring on the scabbard of the Tang knife with his left hand, and twitching lightly with his right hand.

There wasn't any dragon groaning or any unusual noise, just "Wow! Suddenly, it seemed that the sound of tearing the paper quickly sounded, and a flood of autumn water came into everyone's eyes.

This kind of horizontal sword of the Tang Dynasty that can go to the battlefield is not comparable to the soft and fluttering martial arts performance swords of later generations.

The weight is very heavy, ordinary people use it, not to mention the fingers of the arm, just push it in the hand for a long time will feel tired.

But for Liu Muang, this weight is not much heavier than taking a branch.

Well, that's not the point, not even the blade that glows like autumn water, glowing with a sharp cold glow in the sun.

The key is that Liu Muang's seemingly random sword drawing action just now fell in the eyes of Wang Zhong and them, especially in the eyes of Qian Jiuzhou, who is holding the sword and pseudo-Zhengtai, it is obviously not so simple! (To be continued.) )