Hearing this, Murong Chuanhong's face also flashed with a look of surprise.

"Oh? Is there such a thing?" Murong Chuanhong looked at Zhou Ziming in surprise, frowned slightly, and said coldly, "I underestimated this person."

"Don't panic, the feud between Ye Lingtian and my Murong family is completely settled, the old man's two sons, one apprentice and one son, all died in his hands!"

A grim look appeared on Murong Chuanhong's face, and he slowly got up and said coldly, "Ask him for them one by one today!"

After saying that, Murong Chuanhong immediately got up, "Apprentice, lead the way ahead, and go to meet him as a teacher!"

"There's no need for that, old thing." Ye Lingtian's cold voice came from a distance.

Murong Chuanhong's footsteps immediately paused, frowned slightly, and looked in the direction of Ye Lingtian's voice.

The figures of Ye Lingtian and Wu Yang appeared in the inner hall at the same time.

Murong Chuanhong looked at Ye Lingtian and Wu Yang who walked in calmly with a flat face, and looked at Ye Lingtian's body.

Ye Lingtian was calm, holding two delicate daggers in his palms, inserting them into his waist, and also looked Murong Chuanhong up and down.

"Are you Murong Chuanhong?" Ye Lingtian narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in a cold voice.

"Presumptuous! Can you call my master's name as well?" Zhou Ziming jumped directly to his feet, and with the support of his master, he became bolder, pointing at Ye Lingtian and cursing: "You don't know whether to live or die, my master has been in retreat for ten years, crushing you to death is like pinching an ant to death, don't hurry up and kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistakes!"

Ye Lingtian's gaze swept slightly in Zhou Ziming's direction, his eyes were indifferent and cold.

Zhou Ziming was taken aback in an instant, he had prepared a lot of words, but he was directly startled back by Ye Lingtian's understated look, and he didn't dare to say a word more.

"I hate it when someone interrupts me." Ye Lingtian opened his mouth coldly, stared at Zhou Ziming and said coldly: "I understand now, you are in a semi-resurrected state maintained by Gu worms, similar to returning to the light, even if I don't do it, you won't live for a few days, so, I don't bother to kill you again, shut up!"

After that, Ye Lingtian flicked his hand lightly, and two silver needles shot out, heading directly towards Zhou Ziming's throat!

The two silver needles sank into Zhou Ziming's throat at the speed of light, and Zhou Ziming staggered back two steps, clutching his neck, frowning and wanting to ask Ye Lingtian what he had done.

But in the next second, Zhou Ziming was horrified to find that no matter how he spoke, he couldn't even say a word, so he could only open his mouth and not make a sound!

"Uh-huh!!

Zhou Ziming spent a lot of effort, his face turned red, and he used all his strength, and only made a few meaningless syllables, and his voice was still extremely small.

Murong Chuanhong looked at Zhou Ziming's appearance, his face was slightly surprised, but he immediately looked at Ye Lingtian with a sneer, and said in a deep voice: "They said that you are a cold-faced medical saint, and you are the orthodox successor of the Cihang Medical Codex, originally the old man wanted to ask you for a question or two, but now it seems that there is no need for this."

"First, my two grandchildren, an apprentice, and a son, all died at your hands, and you must pay for their lives today!"

"Second, I originally thought that since I was the orthodox heir of Cihang Medical Hall, I would have a good move against a master of strength like the old man, but I didn't expect it to be such a two-legged and three-legged cat kung fu......

"It's not a small tone." Wu Yang saw that Murong Chuanhong was so disrespectful to Ye Lingtian, and directly said angrily, "Old thing! Which green onion are you! Dare to argue with my master and in front of the orthodox cold-faced doctor?"

Hearing Wu Yang's rhetorical question, Murong Chuanhong was not in a hurry or impatient, and slowly leaned into the seat behind him, raised his hand, as if he was a "person who has come over": "Heh, the silver needle seals the air pockets and causes people to be deaf and dumb, this method is low-level and ugly, and it is a trick that beginners of the Cihang acupuncture method understand."

"It's only used when kids fight...... Belch...... Ahem, ahem! Huh?!"

Murong Chuanhong's words hadn't finished yet, but in the next second, his throat suddenly tightened, and suddenly, like Zhou Ziming, he couldn't say a word!

"Ahem, ahem!" Murong Chuanhong coughed violently, subconsciously covered his neck, and sure enough, he touched a silver needle, and immediately looked at Ye Lingtian.

However, Ye Lingtian stood with his hands in his hands, and he didn't even move his body.

How did he do it?

When did he make the move?!

How could I be unaware?

That's impossible! When pigs fly!

It must be a hallucination!

Murong Chuanhong's eyes widened in astonishment, staring at Ye Lingtian deadly.

However, the disdainful smile that tugged at the corner of Ye Lingtian's mouth made Murong Chuanhong's teeth itch!

That's obviously laughing at your own inferior skills!

Sure enough, Ye Lingtian leisurely pulled over a chair, patted the dust on it, and sat down in front of Murong Chuanhong for a long time, and said coldly: "Come on, let me see, you said that I used a child's fighting move, so can you crack it?"

"If you can take my needle off the two acupuncture points of your dumb door and Lianquan, you will win."

"Murong Chong, Murong Yunxuan, Murong Qingshan, and your dying apprentice Zhou Ziming, four lives, I, Ye Lingtian, will compensate you."

After that, Ye Lingtian directly thrust the dagger in his hand into the ground in front of Murong Chuanhong, and sneered: "The knife is placed here for you, if you can take off those two silver needles, take this knife to take my life, if I Ye Lingtian regret it, I will not be a man!"

"I've given you a chance, I'll give you two minutes."

The corners of Ye Lingtian's mouth pulled up a very insulting sneer.

Even Wu Yang snorted coldly, squatted in front of Ye Lingtian, pointed at the dagger that Ye Lingtian had planted on the ground, and snorted coldly, "Hmph! Old stuff! Are you still pretending to be forced?"

Murong Chuanhong clutched his throat tightly, the thumb and index finger of his right hand pinched the tail end of the silver needle, and he ran his energy on the fingertips, trying to pull out the two silver needles!

However, Ye Lingtian's strength is also attached to those two silver needles, Ye Lingtian's strength is so strong, I don't know how many times stronger than Murong Chuanhong's half-understood strength, even if Murong Chuanhong uses the strength of his whole body to maintain his strength, in front of those two small silver needles, he is as weak as a grasshopper shaking a tree!

On Murong Chuanhong's forehead, the green tendons burst out, and the whole face began to glow blue and black, and his two eyes were full of bloodshots, almost popping out of his sockets!

However, even so, Murong Chuanhong still couldn't pull out the two silver needles!

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Chapter 93: Still pretending to be forced? Free to read.