"Can this be?"

"I see!"

"Wonderful!"

"How could it be ......?"

With red eyes, Gong Yutong rushed into the stone room, grabbed Lu Chuan, and questioned sharply, still holding a manuscript in his hand, which was written by Lu Chuan yesterday.

"Huh?"

Lu Chuan looked confused, and the slap that came immediately, the stinging pain instantly made him sober up, and he couldn't help but look at Gong Tong angrily.

But facing the bloodshot eyes, feeling the incomparable power of the other party's hands, let him carefully cover up the past, revealing a look of fear.

"Senior, let it go, strangle me...... Ahem!"

Lu Chuan sat on the ground, covering his mouth and coughing violently, his heart was shocked.

This hunchbacked old man, who seems to be on the verge of death, half cut into the ground, is so terrifying.

He is now a seventh-rank martial artist, but under the hands of the public loser, let alone the power to fight back, even if he has no time to react!

"Say, are you hiding an important part?"

The public conveys the road through Senran.

Lu Chuan's face was full of grief and indignation, and his eyes showed pain: "Senior Mingjian, the younger generation suffered a great disaster before, and all the hidden parts of the body were burned, you can check this matter." ”

"Humph!"

Gong Yitong stared at Lu Chuan for a while, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he said, "You kid is a ghost, although you didn't tell a lie, but the old man can see that you must be hiding something." ”

"The younger generation doesn't dare to deceive...... Ahh

Lu Chuan hugged his left foot, wailing and rolling, dripping with blood.

"I said, don't play tricks, or you'll regret it!"

The cold light flickered between his fingers, and he suddenly held a sharp knife with a long finger, and cut Lu Chuan's hamstrings with lightning speed.

"Fuck your ancestors, old bastard!"

Lu Chuan was extremely angry, turned over suddenly, and smashed his fist into the heart of Gongzhu, but as soon as he was halfway through, he was unable to fall on his back, his whole body convulsed, and he was sore.

Hate, never before, hate like this!

It's not that he hates Yang Xiu'e, or that he loses through, but hates himself!

"Hey, dare to be hard-mouthed?"

Gong Yi Tong smiled, his fingertip knife flashed like lightning, and said coldly, "The old man won't kill you, but he can cut off your limbs, then gouge out your eyes, cut off your ears and nose, cut off your flesh piece by piece, and soak it well!"

"Old dog, come on, come on, see if Lao Tzu is afraid of you, anyway, there are not a few years to live!"

Lu Chuan roared.

"It's not that easy to die!"

Gong Yitong took a knife and poked it into Lu Chuan's right eye.

"Master!"

At this moment, Murong Wei's voice came, "Elder You, please go to the meeting!"

"Hmph, don't let him die!"

The public transport pass put away his knife and left.

"Little junior brother!"

Murong Wei took out the wound medicine, leaned over to bandage Lu Chuan's wound, and her movements were indescribably gentle, "Don't resent Master, his old man is a knife-mouthed tofu heart, and it is also for your good!"

"Hiss!"

Lu Chuan gasped for air, his face was almost distorted, and the will of the ordinary people seemed to be ineffective, "This is for my good?"

Although only the left tendon was cut, his strength was also weakened by half, especially the strength could not penetrate the whole body, even if there was still a possibility of progress, it was very small!

Cutting off the way of humanity, such as killing parents, this hatred and hatred are not shared!

"Hey, you yourself know that if you don't live in a few years, if you practice martial arts, you will only die faster!"

Murong Wei wrapped the wound, pulled out a thin needle from Lu Chuan's chest, and said softly, "Master has been proficient in the art of organs all his life, although his strength has not entered the inner qi realm, no one in the Martial Alliance dares to underestimate it, and he relies on his first-hand skill to do so.

Master seems to have cut off your martial arts, but in fact, he has made you extinguish your martial arts practice and study the art of the mechanism. ”

"Then I have to thank him?"

Lu Chuan sneered.

Murong Wei brushed her forehead hair, got up and walked out: "Master ordered us yesterday to accept you as a closed disciple!"

"Hehe, that one is really grateful...... Virtue?"

Lu Chuan sneered, his gaze suddenly condensed, and landed on Murong Wei's left foot.

Although it was well disguised, upon closer inspection, it was found that the woman's steps were slightly uncoordinated.

Murong Wei didn't reply: "I know you have resentment in your heart, but don't be impulsive because you can't think about it for a while, although your hamstrings are broken, it doesn't affect your actions, take a good rest, from tomorrow morning, you will join us and follow the teacher to practice the art of mechanism!"

"Humph!"

Lu Chuan stared at the slowly closing door, his face suddenly turned cold, and all his thoughts were focused on the wound on his left foot.

With his powerful control, he could clearly feel that the hamstring was broken very completely!

I have to say that the public loser knows how to be fast and accurate!

No matter how good the medicine is, it is difficult to recover, and it will inevitably leave sequelae, and Murong Wei is the best example.

But Lu Chuan is different, as long as he is given time, cooperates with medicine, and slowly recupes, he may not be able to return to normal.

Unfortunately, the process was very long, and the most important thing he lacked was time.

"Okay, well, a female madman, an old madman, all wait for me!"

Lu Chuan got up on one foot, broke up the wooden chair, cut it into wood chips with a dagger, made it into a fixed board, and tore the sheets into strips and tied them up, which was completed.

Although he was injured and couldn't stand on the pile, it was rare for him to calm down and sort out what he had learned.

......

When Lu Chuan limped into the huge stone cave the next morning, the three men, including Murong Wei, all called softly.

"Little junior brother!"

Cheap senior brother Zhang Chu is a tall middle-aged man, quite enthusiastic, and he doesn't seem to be bullied at all because Lu Chuan is a newcomer.

The second senior brother Liu Fulin is white and fat, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha.

The third senior brother, Zhou Bing, was a cold-faced man in his thirties, and he just nodded.

The fourth senior sister, Murong Wei, smiled and handed a delicate leather bag to Lu Chuan, which contained the small gift she had prepared.

The three senior brothers were not empty-handed, and each gave Lu Chuan a sharp file, a combined lock, and finally a delicate crossbow machine, but there were no crossbow arrows.

Stretching out his hand not to hit the smiling person, not to mention that the person also gave a gift, Lu Chuan barely squeezed out a smile and bowed his hand.

"I've seen all of you, brothers and sisters!"

Only after this meeting did I find out that these three cheap brothers are all sloping feet or missing little thumbs, and most of them are the masterpieces of old madmen.

"Looks like he's recovering well!"

Gong Tong's gloomy face looked at him slightly, and his chilling gaze fell on his left foot, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"This bandaging technique is very new, let's talk about it!"

Lu Chuan's face was angry, he took a strong breath, and organized the next language: "This is the ...... in the army"

Of course, this can't be the rough technique of the army, but the knowledge learned from the gentle and lovely nurse when she was injured in her previous life.

With a slight change, it translates into a way that can be understood here, and tells a few of the key points.

In fact, when it comes to the handling of injuries and illnesses, this is not necessarily worse than the previous technological era.

But existence makes sense, the two sides can complement each other, and often a casual trigger point can make a huge difference.

"It's rare, I heard that your family is a military household, it seems that this is an ancestral craft!"

Gong Tong praised it and pointed to the fixed frame, "This binding method is extremely stable and can be applied to the mechanism, you all write it down." ”

Lu Chuan was dripping in cold sweat, and almost thought that this old madman was going to cut off his left foot and install a mechanism.

This is a science maniac.

And such people all have one thing in common - the low moral bottom line is outrageous!

Fortunately, the public transport was not so crazy that he took the four apprentices, plus Lu Chuan, and began to deal with the organs.

Lu Chuan was also a man of action back then, but it took a lot of effort to repair a radio on weekdays, not to mention the dazzling traditional organs with many parts.

As the saying goes, there is a specialization in the art industry, and his hobbies are not on this at all.

Syllable!

Suddenly, a copper bead the size of a peanut hit Lu Chuan's ribs, and an extremely violent stinging pain instantly swept through his body, making him involuntarily curl up on the ground.

"Humph!"

Gong Yutong glanced at Lu Chuan coldly, patted an unknown large mechanism beside him, and said coldly, "In the eyes of the teacher, this organ is also a living entity, composed of multiple parts, some of them are strong, some are waterproof, and some are sharp.

When taken apart, it is a dead thing, and there is not much of a threat, but when combined, it becomes a mass killing weapon or a defensive weapon.

You have to remember that if you don't take your work seriously, you'll never be a master!"

"Yes, disciple remember Master's teachings!"

The four of them bowed and saluted, sent the public losing class away, and then helped Lu Chuan up.

Murong Wei said softly with relief: "Little junior brother, since you have entered the master's sect, you should concentrate on learning the mechanical arts, and don't have any other thoughts!"

Lu Chuan looked at the ground in a daze and didn't say a word.

The other three shook their heads, didn't say anything more, and went about their work.

But he didn't know that Lu Chuan's heart was full of waves.

The mechanism is like this, he cultivates a variety of martial arts, and through strong control, he forcibly blends them together, isn't this the truth?

But it doesn't mean that the exercises are truly integrated, it's just to break the innate shackles and break through the peak of the realm.

Once there is a problem, it is very likely to fall apart directly, and there is no exaggeration.

Just like just now, a small copper bean didn't have much strength at all, and it collapsed the seven-rank martial arts that he was proud of!

The technique of the mechanism of the public transmission is extremely suitable for the concept of martial arts!

"There's nothing wrong with the road, it's just that the backbone that unites them is missing!

It's just a broken hamstring, just wait, even if you break your hands and feet, you can't control my life.

I'm afraid of myself when I go crazy!"

Lu Chuan clenched his fists and stood up with a resolute face.

If it is said that the various exercises he has cultivated are the parts of the organs, then he is the core.

Now it's just barely glued together, and it can't really blend perfectly, and when it is used freely, it is the time for his body to recover!

Ruogong lost the notice, his words, just wanted Lu Chuan to realize that the agency has the power of not losing to the martial arts, but it made him more determined to be martial, I don't know how he would feel.

Regarding Lu Chuan's departure, several people didn't say much, only the third senior brother Zhou Bing glanced at him thoughtfully.