Chapter 142: The enemy is helpless, and the divine doctor of Xinglong Mountain saves his life

The Lingshan faction had undergone a big change in half a day, just because four people came to make trouble.

Among Xia Yunhai's nine apprentices, the eldest was severely injured by the huge sword qi of the eldest grandson, and he was afraid that his kung fu would stop in the future. The second child was a blessing in disguise, Yamanaka asked. The third child died tragically. Lao Jiu unsealed the sword spirit of the sword killer by chance, and in the future, because of this sword, blessings and disasters will depend on each other. After the disciples of Lingshan were completely angry with the eldest grandson, more than 400 people died. This sea of blood is a deep hatred, and Xia Yunhai will definitely not give up.

At the foot of the mountain, the two fighters of Baihu and Xuanwu came to meet Liu Yun and a few people, and it was Hu Zhanshan who calculated that a few people died today, but they definitely occupied that life, among which the metaphysics of heaven and earth was mysterious, and only "Yimen" Bujia Hu Zhanshan could understand.

Although Lao Hu felt sorry for his apprentices, he also knew that his mother was a loser, and he was rich and dangerous, and how could he practice a good skill without experiencing a few major difficulties, so he did not send a large team of people, and only invited two fighters to come.

The reason why the two of them came was because there was a horse asking the sky, and for the sake of Suzaku fighting, the two of them must protect everyone. I didn't dare to tell Suzaku about this, with his character of protecting the calf, if he came and fought hard, he would have to avenge Ma Wentian.

The tall figure of the White Tiger Fighter walked towards the five swords of Lingshan step by step, with a sneer on his lips.

"Who are you?" asked Zhao Si

"The White Tiger fights people. ”

"You put that cold arrow just now?"

"Lao Tzu never lets go of cold arrows, doesn't use weapons, and is not ashamed of hidden weapons. At the same time as speaking, the White Tiger Fighter had bowed slightly, and in the next moment, a fierce aura suddenly dispersed, Zhao Si or Wu felt like a pheasant, the tiger in front of him had locked himself, the primitive fear made their limbs stiff, their minds were blank, and they had the consciousness of death, as if this life had ended, everything was dispensable, and it was no longer important.

The White Tiger Fighter rushed over, and that strength made people feel pure barbarism.

The sword of killing the monarch stabbed out at once, taking Zhao Si's hand, which woke up Zhao Si who was in a daze.

The White Tiger Fighter showed four slightly pointed tiger teeth, grabbed the blade of the sword that killed the king with his left hand, and punched out horizontally with his right fist, this sword, he was also going to break.

The sword of killing the monarch bent an arc, and Zhao Si only felt that the enemy in front of him was too powerful, and he was powerless to resist, but he would not lose the sword. For the warriors of the rivers and lakes, especially the swordsman, unless he intends to break the sword, he will forget the sword and die.

Zhao Si was thrown out holding the killing monarch.

"Huh?" the White Tiger Fighter stopped and looked at his left palm, which had been cut through the skin by the thin sword, and blood flowed.

The tiger claws of the white tiger fighting people, and the hard skills that are practiced with a domineering hand, are by no means something that can be injured by a sword. But this kid in front of him, obviously his kung fu is 108,000 miles away from him, but he can cut through his palm, and that sword is definitely a divine weapon.

Zhao Si rolled on the ground twice and then bounced, and his four senior brothers also wondered at this time, and killed them one after another, but they were easily repelled by the White Tiger Fighter.

"Third brother, let's go, Xia Yunhai is coming back soon. Xuanwu Douren dragged a few people and said as he ran.

"Hmph, are the four dou people still afraid of a Lingshan faction? Just leave, how can you explain to the second child. White Tiger said.

"In the future, these children will take the Lingshan Sect as their target, and they will settle their grievances with the Lingshan Sect by themselves. Xuanwu Douren persuaded.

The White Tiger Fighter glared at Zhao Si, and the appearance of that sword was remembered by him.

"Third brother, if you don't leave, these children will really die. Xuanwu said anxiously.

Only then did the White Tiger Fighter stride to follow, leaving with the four unconscious blood gourds.

The five brothers of the Lingshan Sect gathered together and watched the enemy go away, relatively speechless.

The Xuanwu Douren was right, the three of them would use the Lingshan Sect as a stepping stone, but their Lingshan disciples would not regard them as the target of transcendence in the face of the thin old man with unique swordsmanship, and in the face of this high-flying White Tiger Fighter?

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On the camel ridge of Xinglong Mountain, a patch of low houses is spread all over the mountain. Layered on top of each other, like a labyrinth. In the sky, many houses are built on the mountain, scattered, but they have the shape of nine palaces and gossip, the trend of Qimen Dunjia, and there is a lot of knowledge in it.

"Divine doctor, please come here. "The South Star Palace and the South Star Palace of the Twenty-Eight Star Nakshatra of the South China Sea let one person enter the village.

As the leading sect in the South China Sea, a stomp can make the sea water surge, and today such a courtesy to a miracle doctor, this person must have a great background.

"Hmph, what kind of place is this, Gurry is weird. The man known as the miracle doctor said unceremoniously.

"Hehehe, don't look at the low houses here, but the people who live here are all famous people in the rivers and lakes. Nan Xingzhu said.

"Oh, how big, bigger than the two palace masters?" said the divine doctor, stroked his mustache.

"Does the doctor know who built this family business?"

"Who?"

"The world's richest Zhang Jinshan. ”

The divine doctor's eyes rolled slightly, pondering this trip, he originally wanted to ask for a huge amount of gold and silver from Nan Xingdou and Nan Xingshu, but they were rich and wealthy anyway. I didn't expect that once I came to the world's wealth, Zhang Jinshan monopolized the world's rich family of Qidou, so the consultation fee would have to be doubled.

I don't know how this miracle doctor is, anyway, his bad mind is as big as the hairless big behind him.

The big pink hairless rooster named Iron Bar is a male who is embarrassed and high-spirited, and the big red meat crown must weigh thirty pounds, to say the least. The bamboo buildings on both sides of the body are full of all kinds of superb medicinal materials, and the layers are clear.

This miracle doctor is the Xinglin Sanren who met with the old chivalrous man and Liu Yun a few years ago.

The two palace masters brought the arrogant divine doctor into a place where people were carried in the villa, and old heroes such as Hu Zhanshan, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, Xuanwu, Zhang Jinshan, Wang Lizhi, and Zhao Dongfeng all came out.

Although the well-informed Xinglin Sanren didn't know many giants in the rivers and lakes, the deep aura beside them let him know that everyone present was definitely at the level of the Twenty-Eight Star Palace Lords, or even higher, so he restrained his arrogant face.

"Divine doctor, these four people must be saved, three were injured, and one was shattered. Xuanwu Douren said.

"Well said, well said. First take me to meet the one who was shattered, and the trauma is cured. Xinglin Sanren told Tie Gong to stay outside, and he followed everyone to the bed of the eldest grandson.

Xinglin Sanren saw a thin old man who was almost breathless, and reached out to touch the neck of the eldest grandson.

"Huh, there's no pulse?" muttered Xinglin Sanren.

"What's wrong?" asked Xuanwu Douren anxiously. As a master of the realm of asking questions, he naturally knows a thing or two about the meridians of the human body, and knows that when it comes to the injury of the eldest grandson, it is meaningless to have a pulse on the wrist, but if there is no pulse on the neck, then this person is really finished.

"This person has already been tried in the Hades Palace, why are you still asking me to come?" said Xinglin Sanren angrily.

"What can I do about this?" asked Hu Zhanshan.

Lao Hu frowned, and said in his heart: There is still a glimmer of hope, see if Yue Hui can bring the Great Doctor Sage.

These words were not spoken, so that the people of Xinglin Sanren heard them, but it would hurt the friendship with the two palace masters.

"Doctor, look at the three traumatized children again. Suzaku said.

Xinglin Sanren glanced at Suzaku, if it weren't for his lifelong practice of medicine and his understanding of the human body too well, it would be really difficult to tell whether this person was a man or a woman.

Under the leadership of everyone, Xinglin Sanren came to another room, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the three people lying on the kang, and the miracle doctor was so frightened that he almost sat on the ground.

Isn't this the three difficult little ancestors? )