The Dragon from Hell

"Do you know medical skills?" Qin Feng asked curiously, becoming interested.

An Jiuxiao had already started to remove the needle at this time, and nodded: "Yes, I am from the ancient medical school, and I am the direct disciple of my master's generation."

Qin Feng was a little bit unable to accept such an ancient word in this society.

But An Jiuxiao soon explained it to him.

Because of the change of dynasties, the martial arts of Longguo had gradually fallen into decline, and many martial arts and martial arts masters gradually disappeared.

But after a war a hundred years ago, some people were the first to realize that if they fell behind, they would be beaten, and they must improve the strength of Longguo in all aspects.

So, martial arts were once again taken seriously by people, and those martial arts sects gradually emerged.

But in this era, ordinary people in the secular world are struggling for life and don't pay attention to these things at all. The rivers and lakes are still too strange and far away for them, as if they only exist in novels and TV dramas.

But in fact, in this era, the rivers and lakes have quietly revived.

"In today's Jianghu, the most prosperous martial arts are the five major sects. These five sects have jointly established a martial arts alliance, which is spread all over the country."

"Now, what can be called a martial arts alliance in the secular world is under the control of these five major sects. Although they operate independently and their systems are also formulated by themselves, as long as the headquarters has an order, they must obey the dispatch."

"The one who is chasing me is Wuxuanmen, one of the five major sects."

Hearing that there are ancient Jianghu sects in today's society, Qin Feng became even more curious.

After following his master, he was not very interested in power and money, but was very interested in martial arts.

At the beginning, the master said that he would come out and see. This time, when he stepped out of the threshold of the Netherworld Prison, he might see a different world.

And what An Jiuxiao said might be the "different world" that the old man said.

Now his duel with Gaoqiao Chuanhe is imminent. The other party is not much different from him in realm, but he is more experienced than him, so he must prepare a killer before the decisive battle.

Perhaps the "jianghu" mentioned by An Jiuxiao will be of great help to him.

"Then the ancient medical school you belong to is also one of the five major schools?" Qin Feng asked, thinking that it was an internal conflict among the five major schools.

When talking about his master, An Jiuxiao looked rather gloomy: "No."

"Our ancient medical sect does not inherit martial arts, but medicine. There are few people, but everyone has unique skills."

"The inheritance of ancient medicine is even rarer than martial arts. Although my sect has been extremely low-key, it is still targeted by people."

The muscles on his face gradually tightened, and he even clenched his fists regardless of his wounds, with hatred surging: "Just a week ago, Wuxuanmen detained my uncle on the pretext of asking him to go out of the mountain to see a doctor."

"My uncle is the leader of my ancient medical sect. Wuxuanmen detained him to threaten my sect to hand over the inheritance of the ancient medical sect."

"Later, my master gave the things to me, and led the brothers in the sect to fight back, just to cover me going down the mountain alone..."

Hearing this, Qin Feng roughly understood the ins and outs of the matter.

It seems that the Wuxuan Sect is greedy. Although they have already inherited the martial arts and become one of the five pillars of the Dragon Country martial arts world, they still don't feel satisfied. They want to use the ancient medical inheritance of the ancient medical sect to consolidate their strength and status.

And An Jiuxiao also said that his uncle has not been heard from since he was detained by the Wuxuan Sect, and his life and death are unknown.

Qin Feng patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, your uncle should be fine."

"The Wuxuan Sect besieged your sect for the inheritance of your sect. Since they are chasing you, it means that your uncle has not handed over the things."

"They will not cut off their own retreat and kill your uncle. If they don't find you, they will not be able to get the inheritance of the ancient medical sect at all, and it will be a waste of time."

Qin Feng didn't know much about the Wuxuan Sect, but from a businessman's perspective, there is no gain without early rise.

If the Wuxuan Sect dared to go up the mountain to exterminate the sect, they would definitely not really kill An Jiuxiao's uncle, as doing so would only cause the Ancient Medicine Sect to rise up in resistance.

After knowing that An Jiuxiao had escaped, they would not do so.

Because once An Jiuxiao escaped, the leader of the Ancient Medicine Sect would become the only hope, or a bargaining chip to threaten An Jiuxiao to show up.

An Jiuxiao became anxious after hearing this: "No, I must go save my uncle!"

Seeing him stand up and leave, Qin Feng was a little helpless: "You are being chased like a dead dog, how can you save people?"

"I know you have some martial arts skills, but you also said that the Wuxuan Sect is a big family with a big business, and can also control a martial arts alliance. What can you compare with the other party?"

"Also, once you show up again, the other party will definitely use your uncle's life as a threat to make you hand over the inheritance. Will you hand it over or not? "

An Jiuxiao was stunned and showed a hesitant expression.

Qin Feng analyzed again: "Also, since they can chase you all the way here, it means that your uncle has not given in. He is a real man of iron."

"But once you show up, the other party will use him to threaten you. He knows that you will definitely hand over the inheritance to save him."

"Then what do you think he will do at this time?"

After Qin Feng said this, An Jiuxiao calmed down again and sat back down with a distracted look: "With uncle's temper, in order to prevent me from being threatened, he will definitely... commit suicide!"

"Yes, since you also know who he is, you should understand that if you don't show up at this time, it is to protect him."

Qin Feng smiled: "If you don't show up, the only hope of Wuxuanmen is the old man. They won't do anything to him. "

After being comforted by Qin Feng, An Jiuxiao temporarily gave up the idea of ​​hitting a stone with an egg, but soon his expression became tangled again, and he glanced at Qin Feng from time to time.

Qin Feng knew what he wanted to say, but he just didn't take the initiative to mention it.

Sometimes, you can only take the initiative when others speak first.

"Okay, go to bed if you have nothing to do. I can't accompany you tomorrow."

Qin Feng stood up and stretched, patted his shoulder: "Help people to the end. I will leave you 10,000 yuan tomorrow, which should be enough for you to live for a while. If someone can go to seek refuge, go quickly and heal your injuries first."

After saying that, he really wanted to go back to his room without any reluctance.

An Jiuxiao was so depressed that his face almost turned into pig liver. Finally, when Qin Feng was about to approach the room slowly, he suddenly stood up: "Brother Qin!"

Qin Feng's mouth curled up slightly, and the moment he turned around, he turned into a confused face: "Why, are you not full? "

An Jiuxiao's face turned red, and he managed to utter a sentence after a long while: "Can I... can I follow you first?"