"Quick, get that old boy up for me!"

"Yes!"

The two yellow-clothed men hurriedly passed by Gan Ling'er, and when the two came back, Zhong Kun was brought over by them like chickens.

The leader of these twenty or so yellow-clothed men is an ugly man with a black mole on his face. He dragged Zhong Kun to his side and asked coldly, "Are you Lang Zhong?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Then see if he can be saved!" After speaking, he forced Zhong Kun to the ground.

Where could the old Zhong Kun, who has always been svenile, stand this, he was pushed by the ugly man with a black mole, and fell directly on all fours and fell to the ground eating.

When he got up, he was also startled by the man lying on the ground. Six steel needles had already blurred the flesh of the man's two calves, and the man kept trembling, and the blood also flowed down the steel needles to the ground.

"What's going on?" Zhong Kun turned his gaze to the yellow-clothed men around him.

The ugly man with the black mole nodded at the others, and then they spoke: "A few of us planned to go out to hunt a wild boar to eat tonight, but we didn't expect Ah Zhe to fall into the trap set by others. These steel needles were shot out of that trap, and we were quick to dodge, but Ah Zhe was too young......"

"Rubbish!" the black mole man scolded fiercely.

Zhong Kun listened to a few words briefly, and although the tone of the big man's speech was strange, he already understood the ins and outs of the matter, including why these steel needles shot into Ah Zhe's legs.

Zhong Kun's face became solemn, and he looked at Ah Zhe's wound again and again. Judging by where the steel needle was shot, it is clear that these traps were not used against people. Since it is not used against people, there is only one possibility left. There have always been a lot of woodcutters in Dongling Mountain, perhaps they set traps specifically to catch some mountain and forest beasts and the like.

Zhong Kun saw that the wound was not bruised, and the blood flowing out was also bright red. So he first concluded that these steel needles did not have the slightest toxicity.

"Don't fucking grind, I'll ask you if he can be cured!" asked the black mole man impatiently.

"It can be cured, it can be cured! but ......"

"But what?"

Zhong Kun turned around and glanced at Ah Zhe on the ground.

"His legs may not be as ...... as they used to be," Zhong Kun searched his mind for the right word.

The ugly man with the black mole was not as elegant as him, and he said directly: "You mean, he will be a cripple in the future?"

Zhong Kun rolled his eyes and nodded yes.

"Ling'er, Ling'er!"

Gan Ling'er came back to her senses and hurriedly rushed to Zhong Kun's side.

"What?"

"Go boil a pot of hot water!"

"Hot water?" Gan Ling'er asked puzzled.

Zhong Kun winked at him and said hurriedly: "That's right, it's hot water, hurry up!"

"Okay, good!"

"Wait!" the black mole man said suddenly.

He walked over to Ah Zhe's side, then crouched down.

Ah Zhe's face was pale at this time, apparently caused by excessive blood loss. His eyes looked blankly at the black mole man, as if begging him to save himself quickly.

"Ah Zhe......" the black mole man called meaningfully.

"Good boy, this is the most critical juncture for our Ulan Divine Kingdom. Every step we take is related to the lives of millions of Ulan people. Therefore, each and every one of us is a warrior, an unstoppable, courageous warrior!"

Hearing this, a trace of sharp light suddenly appeared in Ah Zhe's hollow eyes.

"But...... Of these millions of people, some will have the last laugh. Others, on the other hand, will give their lives for this great feat. ”

After speaking, the black mole man's eyes were already filled with tears.

"Ah Zhe, are you willing to sacrifice your life for the Ulan Divine Kingdom?"

Ah Zhe's eyes lit up, and he nodded with a dull expression.

The next scene that happened was unexpected by everyone, including the rest of the Demon Sect members.

As soon as Ah Zhe finished speaking, he saw the black mole man pull out a dagger with a cold light from the scabbard on the side of his leg.

"Azhe, you have to remember! You gave your life for the kingdom of the Ulan God. After saying that, a silver light flashed in the air. I saw that the dagger in the hand of the black mole man had been stabbed vertically.

"Hey, hey, wait......" Zhong Kun rushed out of the crowd.

The black mole man turned around and glared at him viciously.

Zhong Kun wiped the cold sweat on his forehead twice, and said hurriedly: "I said it, I can save him!"

"What's the use of reviving him?" the black mole man almost growled.

"Warriors of our Demon Sect...... No need to be crippled!" With that, the dagger was raised again.

Zhong Kun, who has always been soft and weak, has a strength that comes from nowhere, and he rushes away from the big man in yellow who stopped him a few times. When he got to the side of the black mole man, he reached out and snatched the dagger.

The ugly man with the black mole was furious, and kicked Zhong Kun more than a foot away with three punches and two kicks. But these two strokes failed to relieve the anger in his heart, and the black mole man rushed in front of Zhong Kun in a few steps, and then raised the bowl of big iron fist to smash it on his head.

"Stop!" shouted Gan Ling'er from behind the crowd.

The man with the black mole turned around and looked at the little girl, who was half shorter than himself.

"What? You want to die, too?"

Gan Ling'er didn't even look at the black mole man, she walked directly in front of Ah Zhe and said, "Who told you that after saving him, he must be a cripple?"

The black mole man sneered.

"If he is injured like this, what can he do if he is not lame?"

"Normal people!" Gan Ling'er replied with a pair of big eyes.

"Just like you, me, him, and him!"

"Stinky girl, don't talk nonsense there!" Zhong Kun shouted at Gan Ling'er.

Gan Ling'er turned a deaf ear to what Zhong Kun said, she walked up to the black mole man and continued: "You should know that my grandfather is the Dongling Divine Doctor you are looking for. And that man was just an apprentice of my grandfather when he was young. My grandfather would tell me about some advanced medical skills first. So...... This injury is a piece of cake for me. ”

The black mole man grinned, "Didn't you say you never met your grandfather, and how did he teach you advanced medical skills?"

Gan Ling'er's face immediately changed when she heard this.

"Uh...... Isn't this my father's mother, my grandfather gave my father medical skills, and then my father is teaching me, that's it!"

The black mole man picked the corners of his mouth lightly, and said coldly: "If you can't cure him, I will cut off your tongue!"

"Hmph, if you cut off this girl's tongue, then you will never find my grandfather. ”

"Haha......" the man with the mole smiled on his back.

"Do you think our Demon Sect will be led by the nose? Let me tell you the truth, within two days, the Sect Master will send hundreds of reinforcements. When the time comes, even if the Eastern Spirit Divine Doctor hides in the cracks in the ground, Lao Tzu will still dig it out for him!"