The Little Village's Ultimate Doctor

Chapter 1274

Chapter 48

"Miya, do you dare to betray King Tianjue?" Bai Haoran stared at Miya with gloomy eyes.

Miya stood silently behind Long Xiaoshan, obviously acquiescing.

"Bai Haoran, you should take care of yourself first." Long Xiaoshan walked towards Bai Haoran with his hands behind his back, his eyes were indifferent.

Bai Haoran retreated involuntarily. He had participated in the battle between Long Xiaoshan and the heavenly masters of Hong Kong Island. He didn't know the horror of Long Xiaoshan, let alone that he was still injured.

Bai Haoran forced himself to be calm and said: "Master Long, even if the King Tianjue and I did join forces to control the Hong Kong Island Shudharma Realm, but we only killed Shi Zhengqing, it seems that we didn't offend you. Yes, if Bai knows that Master, you intend to take charge of the magic world, he will definitely support you, after all, King Jue is an outsider that day, unlike you and I, who are all Chinese."

A flash of disdain flashed in Long Xiaoshan's eyes.

This Bai Haoran's shamelessness has really reached a certain level.

In order to save his life, he cut two faces and three swords like grass on a fence.

He raised his hand and patted it back, boom!

The void vibrated violently, and the spiritual energy with a radius of [-] meters gathered like a tsunami, and quickly condensed a huge blue palm, which was pressed down from the top of Bai Haoran's head.

Bai Haoran's complexion changed, his majestic power made even his majestic eighth-level peak spiritual master feel as small as an ant.

He screamed wildly.

A blood glow burst out from the body, and rushed out at a high speed.

"Did you run?"

Long Xiaoshan said lightly, took a step forward, the ground seemed to be shortened under his feet, and in a blink of an eye he was behind Xuemang, the giant palm pressed down, and the void seemed to be frozen.

Bai Haoran's figure appeared.

Under that enormous coercion, his escape technique failed, like a fly sealed in amber.

At this time, Bai Haoran finally knew that he could not escape.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and waved his hands.

Seven or eight rays of light shot up into the sky, and all of these rays of light were Bai Haoran's close-fitting instruments, talismans, black sharp cones, silver pagodas, and red tripods... Each of the instruments was made by Bai Haoran with a lot of effort. The collected ones are all top-quality magic weapons.

And those talismans are also extremely precious.

Each attack is as strong as a blow from a ninth-level great spiritual master.

As the head of the first family on Hong Kong Island, Bai Haoran's family wealth is naturally unimaginably rich.

There are so many top-grade magic tools and top-level talismans, which are equivalent to seven or eight ninth-level great spiritual masters shooting at the same time, and the power is astonishing.

In a blink of an eye, the rays of light from those magical artifacts and talismans hit the giant palm.

Bang bang bang!

The light swayed violently, the cyan giant palm showed no signs of breaking, and was still slowly pressed down. Every piece of magic weapon was knocked into the air, and the light shattered. In a blink of an eye, all the light was annihilated by the giant palm.

Under Bai Haoran's frightened eyes, he was photographed.

boom!

Like a gourd rolling on the ground, Bai Haoran was thrown tens of meters away by the giant palm, lying on the ground, all his clothes burst, his hair was disheveled, his seven orifices were bleeding, like a ghost.

Bai Haoran struggled to get up from the ground.

There was a look of incomparable fear in his eyes.

Long Xiaoshan was even scarier than the last time he saw it.

With so many magic tools and talismans, he couldn't even block the opponent's blow.

How did this person cultivate.

Seeing Long Xiaoshan approaching, Bai Haoran pleaded: "Master Long, I have no big grudge against you, why bother to kill them all? My Bai family asks itself how much strength we still have in Hong Kong Island. As long as the master is willing, I, Bai Haoran, would like to be the master's lackey, to be driven by the master, so that all the magic circles on Hong Kong Island will submit to the master's feet, wouldn't it be beautiful."

"Yes, if I keep you, it will indeed save me a lot of effort."

There was neither joy nor sorrow in Long Xiaoshan's eyes, and he was confused: "Unfortunately, how could that be worthy of brother Zhengqing's spirit in heaven, today, I will use your head."

The voice fell.

Long Xiaoshan erupted with monstrous blood energy, passed through Bai Haoran's body in an instant, and stopped behind Bai Haoran.

How fast he exploded with all his strength.

Bai Haoran's eyes still kept the pleading look from before, the head had been taken off by Long Xiaoshan, the headless body was still standing there, spraying blood, it seemed that before he could react, the head had already been taken off.

Long Xiaoshan grabbed Bai Haoran's head and walked out, passing by Miya, grabbed Miya's body, and left through the air.

……

Nine Dragons Col, the original residence of Shi Zhengqing.

A boy in Tsing Yi knelt in front of a tomb without a tombstone, burning paper money. After Shi Zhengqing died, the valley became more and more desolate. The servant is still here.

"Tianshi, I'm sorry, Xiaopu will burn paper money for you for the last time today. Tomorrow, Xiaopu will leave Hong Kong Island." As he spoke, the eyes of the boy in Tsing Yi turned red again, and tears fell down: "Xiao Pu was picked up by you at the age of five. It has been ten years now. Xiao Pu has grown up. Unfortunately, Xiao Pu is useless. You died tragically at the hands of others, but Xiao Pu is powerless to avenge you. Now, it is still far away. Going to another country, I can no longer serve you, woo woo..."

After Shi Zhengqing's death, Xiao Pu also lost his source of income.

He is not Shi Zhengqing's disciple, but just a servant, so he has not learned any Feng Shui skills.

Shi Zhengqing took tea to cool down.

Now that the world of magic in Hong Kong Island is under the control of Tianjue's lineage, no one will remember Shi Zhengqing, the number one dead celestial master.

What's more, Shi Zhengqing lived a simple life and didn't leave any property, so he could only leave for the sake of making a living.

With tears in his eyes, Xiao Pu burned the paper money, knocked his head three times vigorously, picked up the package on the ground, stood up and was about to leave, when there was a creak, the wooden door outside was pushed open.

A man and a woman came in.

Xiao Pu was a little surprised, why did people come to this remote mountain col? After Shi Zhengqing died, no one came for a long time.

He wiped away his tears and saw the couple clearly.

"Master Long." Xiao Pu shouted in surprise.

Long Xiaoshan came to Shi's cottage last time and saved Shi Zhengqing, so Xiao Pu recognized him, but Long Xiaoshan had been away for a long time, and Xiao Pu didn't expect him to come again.

Seeing Xiao Pu, Long Xiaoshan nodded to him, and then walked to the tomb, looking at the tomb without a tombstone, just a simple mound of earth, he sighed and said: "Xiao Pu, this is the teacher Master's tomb?"

Who would have thought that the dignified No. [-] Celestial Master, who had been in charge of Hong Kong Island for half a century, was just such a bumpkin after his death.

"Yes, Master Long, Master, he..." Xiao Pu choked up.

"I see." Long Xiaoshan patted Xiao Pu on the shoulder and said, "I'm here today to pay homage to Master Shi."

After speaking, he put his right hand in front of the grave.

Xiao Pu didn't pay attention at first, but now he saw clearly, he was so frightened that he even took a few steps back, it was a bloody head.

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(End of this chapter)