Mu Xuejian, the second daughter in the Ministry of Culture, flew over overnight, and even more honestly and unceremoniously beat Mu Qingyi, saying that she took a crooked path, and even took a number of reasons why she didn't seek a political career, but followed the old man to learn what kind of martial arts. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Don't talk about me all the time, the people we found by Uncle Xuelet have tried it, why can't the people we found try it?" Mu Qingyi was not convinced, the fifth Mu Xuerang mixed well in Shuzhou, he could eat both black and white, and he met a lot of masters.

Early this morning, the military hospital even conducted an online consultation with the country's major first-class hospitals, but the results were powerless, and in desperation, they had to go sideways.

The old man is an old leader, several children have great energy, and the ward is naturally a high-end luxury special needs ward, with a large living room and three suites, and the old man lives in the innermost room.

"Can this kid compare?" Mu Xuerang was angry when he heard this, "These are masters, they are masters, even they can't help it, what are you taking this little kid to make trouble?"

As soon as they shouted here, several masters sitting next to them 'studying' each posed as masters, walked over with a shy stomach, looked Ji Yun up and down, and one of the old Chinese medicine doctors asked with disdain: "Are you a Chinese medicine doctor?"

Ji Yun shook his head.

"It's not a doctor, what are you doing badly? Can you afford to take responsibility for the delay of the old man's illness?" This old Chinese medicine doctor was angry and ruined, and it was completely a posture that the name of Chinese medicine had been tarnished.

Ji Yun shook his head secretly, but saw a person next to him and said in a deep voice: "You are not a Chinese medicine practitioner, are you an internal strength martial artist?"

Ji Yun shook his head, this person was wearing a black practice uniform, more than half a hundred years old, dressed like an ancient nocturnal person, with a black face like a boiler, and there were indeed internal strength fluctuations in his body, but it was not as good as Tang Zirui.

"Where did you come from, bastard, you are neither a Chinese medicine practitioner nor an internal strength martial artist, who sent you? What is the purpose of approaching the old man?

Ji Yun just shook his head, this boiler burner actually pointed to the deer as a horse, and instantly buttoned him a big hat.

"What are you?" Ji Yun looked at the boiler burner, and a little anger was born in his heart.

"Huangkou Xiaoer, I don't know how thick the sky is! How can you dare to say anything disrespectful to the old man's powerful martial artist!" was insulted by Ji Yun, the old man was furious, grabbed Ji Yun, and was about to pull it out to let him know that he knew that he knew that he was powerful.

But as soon as he grabbed it, it ended miserably in a blink of an eye, and he didn't even touch Ji Yun's body, so he screamed and flew away.

The screams stopped abruptly, like a male duck strangled by the neck, but he was covered by Quan Zhong on the side.

"What's going on?" everyone looked at each other, this old man grabbed and retreated, what kind of fame?

Only Quan Zhong's eyes showed horror, and he forgot to take away the hand covering the old man's mouth.

The old man struggled before he reacted and hurriedly retreated.

Only then did everyone realize that the old man's palm had been inexplicably pierced by something in a transparent hole.

But the old man actually ignored the injured hand, and stood up straight, with his hands on the sides of his thighs, which was more formal than the military posture of a soldier.

Then he walked quickly to Ji Yun, bowed ninety degrees, and said in his mouth: "It turned out that the grandmaster was in front, and the king of the late school had no beads in his eyes, please punish the grandmaster!"

"I'm not a grandmaster!" Ji Yun stood with his hands in his hands and said lightly.

"Huh?" The Mu family was stunned, what are you doing?

Wang Kaisui straightened up, not caring about the blood surging in his hands, and said with a curious expression: "Mr. exhales into a knife, this kind of magical power can only be done by a grandmaster like the Nine Heavens Divine Dragon, what is it if Mr. is not a grandmaster?"

"Get out, next time, I won't spare you" Ji Yun didn't bother to talk nonsense with him.

Wang Kaisui trembled, bowed again, didn't dare to say a word, hung his head step by step and left backwards, blood flowed all over his hands, he never paid attention to it.

Everyone in the Mu family looked at Ji Yun and then at the smoky blood, a little unclear why,

"Spit out into a knife?" Mu Xuejian sneered, "Xiaoyi, these two are colluding liars, right?

Mu Xuerang was surprised in his heart, he had seen this Wang Kaisui cure a woman's freckles with miraculous means, and he had heard a little about Nei Jin, but he didn't expect that Wang Kaisui, who was extremely powerful in his mind, was seriously injured by this young man in one face, could it be that this young man was a big master?

Ji Yun smiled bitterly in his heart at the moment, he did have a murderous intent just now, but it was not good to think that killing someone was not good after all, and now his cultivation is still too low, and it is not a good thing to be too presumptuous, so he just taught Wang Kaisui a lesson.

But now he only has the cultivation of the five changes in the Yellow Realm, and it is a little difficult to release the aura, not to mention turning the aura into a knife, forcibly condensing the aura from the body and hurting people, and the consequence is that most of the aura in the body is withdrawn.

"It seems that this force still can't be too pretended!"

"Sister-in-law, I won't quarrel with you!" Mu Qingyi's heart became more and more anxious, the longer it dragged on, the more dangerous her grandfather became, the strength that Ji Yun showed just now made her confident a little more, but the current situation was that these uncles and aunts would not give in.

At this moment, a group of soldiers who were visiting Mu Cangshan walked out of the ward one by one with sad faces, Quan Zhong and Mu Qingyi hurriedly pulled Ji Yun aside and said in a low voice: "Mr. Ji, how sure are you?"

Ji Yun was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "How many percent are you sure? How many percent are you sure about this little problem?"

Quan Zhong glanced at Mu Qingyi, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, Mr. Ji, I will use strong means to get a few young masters out of the way later, everything depends on Mr. Ji!"

"No, I'll go!" Ji Yun waved his hand casually.

"Don't, not now, these political and military bigwigs are still there..."

Before Quan Zhong's words were finished, people were stunned.

Just as he spoke, Ji Yun reached out and gently patted the wall in front of him, and the latter disappeared out of thin air.

Kwon Chung's eyes widened, and he was completely petrified.

Mu Qingyi lightly covered her lips with her hand, and her beautiful eyes were as frightened and puzzled as if she had seen a ghost.

"Quan Zhong, Qingyi, you..." After greeting a group of Shuzhou political and military leaders and their families, they turned to look at Quan Zhong and Mu Qingyi.

The two of them trembled, ignored these people, pushed away the crowd and rushed in.

As soon as the two entered, they saw Ji Yun sitting on the edge of the bed, and shouted in a deep voice, "Close the door!"

Mu Qingyi quickly locked the door, and someone was already slamming the door outside.

The two of them blocked the door, and there were constant shouts and scolding outside, and the two could only grit their teeth and stand still.

In less than a minute, the two of them were still desperately blocking the door, so they heard Ji Yun laugh and say, "Okay, don't block it, come here!"