Instead of letting Murong Yan'er do it, it's better to be more cruel and let yourself bear it!

If one of the two of them really had to go to hell and become a demon, Chen Ling would never want to be Murong Yan'er.

In the end, when Chen Ling finally stopped, the big deafness was already covered in blood, dying, and he had more breath and less air intake.

"Someone!" The furious Chen Ling seemed to be completely out of control, and slammed the table hard.

"Boom!", with the power of opening the mountain and cracking the stones, everyone only felt that the entire building was shaken, and the huge round table made of marble was slapped out of a long crack, starting from the place where Chen Ling's palm fell, and it had been winding forward, making a full half circle.

The crack finally stopped, and most of the hall masters were so frightened that they stood up, and they couldn't help but retreat with their chairs a little calmly, and even Long Tai took his hand from the table, because he didn't know whether Chen Ling was intentional or unintentional, the crack just stopped in front of him, and the tip was like a sharp one pointing directly at his face.

At the same time that all the hall masters were stunned, the door of the conference room was opened again, and Hua Tian led a few of his subordinates to stride in, shouting respectfully: "Feng Shao!"

"Drag this traitor who collaborates with the enemy and sells the gang down for me, after three knives and six holes, he will be shot to death, the corpses of five horses will be divided, and they will be buried with the wealth of the family!" Chen Ling shouted in a deep voice.

At this moment, Chen Ling seemed to have forgotten that this was a high-level meeting of the Yihe Gang, and he had forgotten that his master and Murong Yan'er had forgotten that he was just a future uncle who was nothing.

However, the hall master who was not convinced by anyone, those respectable uncles, and the important master, the incomparably noble Murong Yan'er, faced Chen Ling's decision to act on his own, no one said a word.

At this moment, it is no exaggeration to say that everyone was indeed shocked by Chen Ling's domineering spirit.

"Yes!" Hua Tian agreed, and with a wave of his hand, several of his subordinates walked up and carried the big deaf out with all hands and feet.

"The last one," Chen Ling's emotionless voice sounded again in the large conference room like a demon's roar.

Before his voice fell, a man burst into flames and rushed to the door.

This person's movements are fast, Chen Ling's movements are not slow, as soon as he is raised, everyone feels that a little white light flashes in their eyes, and the person who has rushed to the door and pushed the door open is as if he has been suddenly pushed, and his steps staggered to the ground, and when he struggled to get up, the four great golden guils had already rushed towards him and fought.

The fourth, the hall master who didn't want to sit still and wanted to risk his death, finally stopped admitting himself.

The green tendons on Chen Ling's forehead disappeared, and the tense nerves in his whole body finally relaxed, and he exhaled deeply and secretly said that he was glad that he had finally forced this person out.

In fact, if the concentration of this last person was deeper, and he sat there without showing a trace of expression, Chen Ling would have no choice, and this good show of the Qingming Portal would definitely come to an impasse.

However, Chen Ling and the master seemed to have come prepared for a long time, had enough evidence, and even explained the process of how the four of them were assassinated, and then saw the future uncle like a chicken.

One by one, the hall masters who committed the rebellion were brought out, and the fate of the first three hall masters, one was worse than the other, one was more desolate than the other, the thief's heart was originally empty, and then he knew that there was no chance of going down, except for risking death, is it difficult to stay there and wait for death?

No one could have imagined that this last hall master turned out to be a fierce lion hall master Tyrannosaurus who was notoriously loyal to Murong Song, since the establishment of the Yihe Gang, he followed Murong Songxia to fight the country when he was a teenager, and he has been fighting until now.

In the fight, he even saved Murong Song's life once, and in the Yihe Gang, he is a well-deserved veteran, and in the past years, he has made countless contributions to the Yihe Gang!

The hall masters were surprised that the last one turned out to be the Tyrannosaurus Hall Master, and they were even more surprised by his concentration, because from the beginning of the gang to the moment he jumped up just now, he was quite calm, and no one could see a clue from his expression, but unfortunately, in the end, he still couldn't hold back and stopped admitting himself!

However, it is not easy for the Tyrannosaurus to survive until this moment before it breaks out, and if it is necessary to change another hall master, after seeing this bloody scene after scene with his own eyes, I am afraid that he would have turned himself in a long time ago.

Fighting Yihe, four dragons, this is a rumor on the road, but this is indeed true, the old and young brothers in the Yihe Gang are good at fighting and fighting, even Murong Matsuxia is also beaten with two fists and a machete.

So at this moment, although the tyrannosaurus was hit by Chen Ling's leg, he was still desperately resisting, and for a while, the four big King Kongs who had scruples didn't take him down.

Tonight's show is full of excitement, and this chaos is even more lively, but some people can see this kind of excitement, but some people can't see it.

"Uncle Jiang, Uncle Jiang, what's wrong with you?" The exclamation sounded, and everyone saw that among the respected uncles, the last Uncle Jiang was holding his chest and fell down with a cyanotic face.

The Yihe Gang has been stable for several years, and these old guys with Murong Songxia have also been accustomed to the peaceful days of clear wind and clouds, no wind and no waves, who knows that Yihe has happened so many things recently, especially tonight, four quite important hall masters were brought out at once, and Uncle Jiang, whose heart was not as good as day by day, finally fell down unsupportively.

All the hall masters stood up one after another, stepped forward to check on Uncle Jiang, and then shouted nonsense.

"Oh my God, Uncle Jiang seems to be out of breath!"

"Dead! Uncle Jiang is dead!"

"Not dead, gas, a little gas!"

"Hurry up and call 120 and call an ambulance!"

"What's the use of the ambulance coming, when they arrive, they will only have to collect the body!"

"What then?"

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

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The fight over there hasn't ended yet, and there's chaos here again, tonight's regular meeting of the Yihe Gang is really unprecedented, and the excitement is no less than that of the Great Ministers of the Six Kingdoms.

Seeing Murong Yan'er standing there with a frightened little face, extremely helpless, Chen Ling walked over and held her hand distressedly, but found that her hand was frighteningly cold, and when she saw her eyes as if asking for help, she couldn't help but nod and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Murong Yan'er nodded vigorously, at this time, she had no one to count on except to rely on him.

Chen Ling let go of her hand and walked up to the hall masters who were surrounding Uncle Jiang and shouted, "What a panic, get out of the way!"

The angry shouts were like thunder, and the hall masters who were gossiping around Uncle Jiang but had no way to do anything immediately and consciously made way for him.

In the middle of the crowd, Uncle Jiang was held and lying on the ground by himself, silently motionless, as if he was really dead.

Chen Ling hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to probe his snort, one breath was still there, but it was the same as nothing, and then he probed the pulse, which was as weak as a vein, and the signs of life were close to zero.

Chen Ling didn't dare to take it lightly, he quickly checked it, and after listening to it, he found that Uncle Jiang's hands and feet were cold, his face was purple and his lips were blue, and his breathing was weak!

Seeing that he suddenly fainted and fell to the ground unconscious, and thinking of smelling the residual smell of paint in the turbid air when he first entered the conference room, Chen Ling's inspiration flashed, and he raised his eyes to look, and found that the doors and windows in the conference room were all closed, and the air conditioner was not turned on, and he suddenly understood a little bit in his heart.

"Flatten him!" Chen Ling stretched out his hand and pushed the man holding Uncle Jiang away, causing Uncle Jiang to lie flat on the ground, and then suddenly ripped open the shirt that tightly bound Uncle Jiang's neck, loosened his trouser belt, and said at the same time: "Hurry up and open all the windows!"

This is a sudden blockage or failure of qi and blood, the function of the viscera is reversed, and the yin and yang are out of balance.

Chen Ling carefully took out the needle box from his arms, but the hand holding the silver needle couldn't help but tremble a little.

To deal with this emergency, only one acupuncture method can be used, this needle must quickly and effectively balance the yin and yang of the rebellion, whether you can let Uncle Jiang return to Yang and reincarnate, it all depends on whether this needle can adjust the yin and yang cardinals, save the yin and yang!

Chen Ling had only watched his master perform it once, and although he had barely written it down at the time, he had never had the opportunity to use it, and now he was taking a risk, and he was not sure in his heart.

This is tantamount to betting on dice, one, two, three points are small, four, five or six points are big, and the opportunity is five or five.

"It's too late to send him to the hospital, if you don't save him, he'll die immediately, and if you save him, you may not be able to live!" The stakes were so high that Chen Ling didn't dare to take the risk, and raised his head to ask Master and Murong Yan'er.

"Help!" the two said in unison, they had great confidence in Chen Ling's medical skills, if he was not sure, it would be a dead end to send him to the hospital.

Chen Ling nodded solemnly, and the needle was like flying, stabbing people, picking Neiguan, Yongquan and other big acupoints, twisting and turning intermittently, and then changed to moxibustion, adding moxibustion Qihai, umbilicus, Guan Yuan and other acupoints.

Although Chen Ling used this acupuncture emergency method for the first time, he was by no means ambiguous in his hands, and he recognized the acupoints accurately, and he was able to grasp the proportions, and there were probably few people in the world who could compare with him.

Halfway through the needle, Chen Ling was already sweating profusely and panting like a cow.

Doctors save people, and what costs them is hard work.

At the last moment, Chen Ling hesitated, pinched the needle and didn't start for a long time, because Uncle Jiang's death or life only looked at the last acupuncture point. However, this acupuncture point is easy to pierce, because this is the fatal acupuncture point of the human body: Zhangmen.

Baihui fell to the ground, the tail did not return to his hometown, Zhangmen was hit, nine out of ten people died, the sun and the dumb gate, will inevitably see the king of Hades, broken spine without bones, and died in a hurry under his knees!

The Zhangmen acupoint is almost a person's death point, and if this acupoint is to be hit, nine out of ten people will be in mortal danger.

Death is like poison, it can kill people and save people, depending on how you use it.