Douluo's Heavens Upgrade

With a sigh, Chen Xiaoming still sat on the spot, letting the long stick come towards his forehead.

"Forget it, it's a bad behavior to jump in the queue, you should stay on the side."

The words fell, and the long stick that had fallen stopped an inch above Chen Xiaoming's head, while the burly man's body was frozen in place, motionless.

Everyone couldn't help exclaiming, and looked over at the burly man, and saw that there was also a strong color of fear in his eyes, but except for the eyeballs that could move, other parts could not move.

"You, who are you? No...don't come here!"

Two companions in a row turned into this appearance, and the last remaining person kept retreating, looking at Chen Xiaoming as if he were looking at a monster.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in you."

Glancing at each other, she is not a peerless beauty. Chen Xiaoming is not interested in each other. These two people have shot against themselves, so Chen Xiaoming took a lesson.

As for whether the two can live or not, it is none of Chen Xiaoming's business.

When he became a mortal, he could be bullied by others without cultivation.

After thinking too much, his Chen Xiaoming's two words of hanging are called in vain?

With his rich experience as an imperial alchemist, it is not too easy to refine some poisons for use.

"What a disappointment."

Shaking his head, he wanted to have a good day, but Yaxing was destroyed just at the beginning. Chen Xiaoming packed up and walked out with his luggage.

As for the two burly men, whether they live or die depends on their luck.

After the medicinal power is over, if they are lucky enough not to die, then they should be considered dead.

As for how long the medicinal power lasts, Chen Xiaoming seemed to vaguely remember whether it was two days or three days.

Stepping out one step, everyone in the restaurant suddenly retreated, as if avoiding the plague, for fear that they and others would be the same as the big man.

I didn't care, Chen Xiaoming went his own way and would have attracted the attention of the world, but this was just the beginning.

Stepping out of the restaurant, Chen Xiaoming wandered on the streets of Fengyu City. After seeing the security of the capital, Chen Xiaoming really felt the difference in the security of Fengyu City.

However, beyond the gap, this Fengyu City has spawned many places where Yingge Yanwu dances, and many people are not happy day and night.

I don't know how long I wandered on the street, Chen Xiaoming's pace couldn't help but stop.

Not far away, a group of men in yamen costumes came over, headed by Li Zhaotou, who had walked outside the restaurant door, and next to him was the big guy who had been let go.

At this moment, the other party was whispering in Li Zhaotou's ear, and his eyes were frequently directed to Chen Xiaoming.

"Oh, it's really boring, why are you here again?"

Chen Xiaoming said that he really didn't want these heads that were sent to his door. A dignified alchemist, refining poisons to harm ordinary mortals, is such a shameful behavior, isn't he, Chen Xiaoming, shameless?

Hey, I look like a tree, I have no face!

After reacting to it, Chen Xiaoming showed his signature smirk for a while, took out his right hand from the burden behind him, took out an elixir and held it in his hand.

"It was him, was he the one who killed Zhang San?"

The big man followed Li Zoutou and the others and came over, pointing at Chen Xiaoming with his right hand, accusing righteously.

Chen Xiaoming was slightly taken aback, who is Zhang San?Did you kill this man yourself?

Slander, naked slander, there is no weak person who can die in the hands of Chen Xiaoming.

In a word, his subordinates don't kill nameless people, so this three names are not his killing.

"Come on, arrest me."

Li Zuo raised his brows, waved his hand, and several men in yamen costumes immediately surrounded Chen Xiaoming behind him.

The long knife in his hand was pulled out, and the light of the knife was cold and flickering brightly.

"Hey, don't you listen to my two arguments?"

He didn't say a word, so he started directly. Is it because he hasn't experienced the mortal world for too long, or is this the mortal of the immortal reverse plane?

"unnecessary!"

With a cold voice, Li Zhaotou didn't give Chen Xiaoming a chance to speak at all. With a movement of his figure, he rushed up with the digital yamen.

"Hey, what's the matter? Why do I always meet these people on my way to mortal transformation?"

With a light sigh, he gently squeezed his right hand on the purple poison pill, and a wisp of purple poisonous gas permeated out, spreading towards Chen Xiaoming's surroundings.

"Clang clang clang clang......"

With the sound of a long knife falling to the ground, Li Zhutou and the others all had extremely ugly expressions on their faces, and a wisp of purple energy spread across their faces, constantly heading towards their heads and hearts.

"What have you done to us?"

The limbs are weak, and the poisonous gas is invading. At this moment, Li Chutou has long lost the domineering and arrogant before, and asked Chen Xiaoming eagerly.

"It's nothing, I don't want to waste time, so I'll give you something."

The way he walked on this path of becoming mortal was either going west with no one, or encountering a bunch of people who came to give away their heads. He came to understand the Dao, not to pretend to force.

"Stay in place and don't move. After three hours, the toxicity will naturally be lifted."

There was no time to waste time with this group of people, Chen Xiaoming said softly, then turned around and walked towards the city gate.

Thinking back on everything he had experienced in his mind, Chen Xiaoming felt as if he was getting further and further away from understanding the origin of cause and effect.

Thinking about the old man's game red dust before, for a while, Chen Xiaoming was even more bearish about the origin of cause and effect.

Deliberately forcing, but the more unobtainable.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, it takes time to accumulate experience, so let's be a mortal medical saint for a lifetime!"

Chapter 212 The First Medical Saint ([-])

Going around, three years have passed

Chen Xiaoming's life as a mortal medical saint was not smooth. On the contrary, it can be said that it was quite difficult. His personality dictated that his understanding of cause and effect progressed slowly, but Chen Xiaoming no longer insisted on it.

Traveling west all the way, treating illness and saving people, in three years, hundreds of people have been rescued by Chen Xiaoming, and of course there are some gangsters who came to look for trouble, but for Chen Xiaoming, it can be solved easily, and it can be regarded as a way of doing things for heaven.

To provoke him, Chen Xiaoming, can only say that they did not read the almanac when they went out.

In the past three years, in addition to curing diseases and saving people, and realizing the way of mortals, Chen Xiaoming's comprehension of the origin of time and the origin of blood has put it on the itinerary again.

In the first ten years, because he deliberately followed Wang Lin's road, he wasted his understanding of the source, and now he has re-emphasized.

After all, his cultivation base can be achieved by opening and hanging, and the origin and origin of the bloodline are the fundamental.

For Chen Xiaoming, the avenue of cause and effect is just a matter of luck for me and my life to lose, and everything follows fate.

Anyway, I am still stuck, it is only a hundred years, but it will pass in an instant, and I don't need to practice hard, so I naturally have a lot of time to try it once.

The wind and snow filled the air. In the deep winter, this was the bitter cold land in the northwest of the fourth-level cultivation country. Chen Xiaoming was wrapped in a white fur coat. Although his face was deliberately changed with magic, he still couldn't hide his delicacy.

"Huh, it should be here soon."

Taking out a map from his arms, Chen Xiaoming looked at it carefully, confirmed his position, and then chose a direction to walk over.

The wind and snow got bigger and bigger, and Chen Xiaoming's figure drifted away and disappeared in the wind and snow.

half an hour later

Amidst the wind and snow, Chen Xiaoming was blocked by the wind and snow in front of his eyes, but his cultivation base was still clearly visible even though he was [-] meters away.

At the foot of the snow-capped mountains in the distance, the outline of a huge city can be vaguely seen. On the outer wall of the city, there are thick layers of solid ice, which echoes the snowy sky.

"arrive."

With a light voice in his mouth, he stepped out slowly, heading towards the city in the snow.

Hansha City, the northwestern border city where the fourth-level cultivation country was founded by Yunluo, is located under the Yunluo Snow Mountain, and across the mountain from it is the Luoxia Kingdom, which is also a fourth-level cultivation country. Between the two countries, the Yunluo Snow Mountain For the boundary, so at the foot of the snow mountain, there is the existence of Hansha City.

Stepping into the city gate, Chen Xiaoming's eyes swept over the surrounding streets. In the bitter cold place, even the street shops were a bit lonely. There were not many pedestrians on the street, and they were all wrapped in thick clothes. coat, hurry up.

On the road, except for the main road in the middle, there are soldiers in twos and threes cleaning the snow, and the rest of the roads are also covered with snow.

Looking at a restaurant, Chen Xiaoming walked straight over, and without a moment's effort, stepped into the restaurant.

There are not many people in the restaurant, the shopkeeper of the restaurant is missing, and the young man is resting on the table listlessly, not even waking up when a guest comes in.

Chen Xiaoming's footsteps slowed down, and he couldn't help frowning. He was about to change to a restaurant, but when he was swept away by his consciousness, he stopped again.

There is only one restaurant in this group of large Hansa cities!

After thinking for a while, Chen Xiaoming stayed, chose a position by the window, and put the burden behind him aside.

"Little Er, drink up!"

The crisp voice sounded, just in the ears of the young man who was taking a nap not far away. Even the man's body trembled, and then he suddenly woke up, raised his head, and looked around, even Chen Xiaoming stared at him intently.

"Little Er, give me a pot of good wine and a few side dishes."

With a soft command in his mouth, Chen Xiaoming turned around, without speaking, he looked out the window, the snowflakes were fluttering, Chen Xiaoming's eyes were full of light, and he stared deeply.

"boom."

A loud bang came from the second floor, interrupting Chen Xiaoming's thinking, looking up, even a thin middle-aged man slammed into the door, smashed the door, and fell from the second floor.

"Ok?"

Chen Xiaoming frowned, and the place where the other party fell was actually in his own position.

"go."

Lazy to move, Chen Xiaoming flicked his finger, and an invisible wave hit the man's back. The man's direction suddenly changed, and he turned slightly to the side.

"Boom."

The man smashed to the ground ruthlessly, his face flushed red, his qi and blood surged, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out of his mouth.

"call out."

On the stairs on the second floor, a figure floated down, looking down at all beings, with a somewhat hypocritical smile on his face.

"I really didn't expect Senior Brother Ouyang to hide here."

The man who floated down looked like he was only in his twenties, but his body exuded a unique aura.

"Interesting, there are cultivators."

Sitting on the seat all the time, unmoved, Chen Xiaoming glanced at the young man.Seeing through his cultivation at a glance.