Village Doctor's Magic Hands

"Let him go!" Dongfang Mingshuo could not remember the evil old man, but gave himself some confidence in his heart.

"What if I don't let go?" the evil old man smiled. "Now the initiative is in my hand. Do you still threaten me? Order me?"

"Hum, you'll regret it!" Dongfang Mingshuo was completely angry. Looking at Zhao Sanjing, who was held in his hand by the evil old man, he flashed and rushed directly towards the evil old man. At the same time, the Oriental returnees around him shouted, "everyone, do it!"

"Stop him!" the evil old man looked at the sword and said faintly, "if you don't want them to report back to Dongfang home alive!"

As soon as this remark came out, the faces of Dongfang Mingshuo became more gloomy. It turned out that the evil old man didn't intend to let Dongfang Mingshuo leave them alive at the beginning.

At this moment, Jian Wuxin was stunned. He looked at Dongfang Mingshuo who had passed by his side, but Jian Wuxin had not returned to his mind, let alone start something, which made the evil old man's face sink suddenly.

But at the next moment, an old man appeared in front of Dongfang Mingshuo and hummed: "xuanjianmen, sword has no way."

"Get out!" Dongfang Mingshuo only had Zhao Sanjin in his mind at the moment. He didn't even bother to look at it, so he punched out directly.

At first, yuqingquan just frowned, but the next moment, the pupil of the whole person with no way of sword widened a lot, stared at the fist of Dongfang Mingshuo, and quickly stretched out his hands to block it.

However, it was so. The whole person of jianwudao was still alive and was blasted back for two or three meters before he stabilized his pace. Looking at the Dongfang Mingshuo who continued to run towards the evil old man, jianwudao pulled out a long sword from behind and cut towards the Dongfang Mingshuo without any sign.

The people of xuanjianmen are good at using swords. As the deputy leader of xuanjianmen, jianwudao is even more so. Especially with the strength of jianwudao in the late infancy, the whole person has a long sword in hand, which is like adding wings to the tiger.

"Get out!" Dongfang Mingshuo looked at jianwudao coldly and made a sudden force under his feet. When jianwudao was ready to jump, the whole person was disturbed by Dongfang Mingshuo's powerful foot, and Dongfang Mingshuo, who had found this point, had no hesitation at all, and kicked it again until he had jumped up, But the posture is obviously wrong. The sword is on the stomach.

At this moment, the whole person of sword Wudao was like a shell. He directly flew backwards, crossed more than a dozen tables, and finally fell into the crowd in the banquet hall. The oil quality of the whole person was really a little embarrassed.

"You are not in the early stage of Yuanying period!" until now, jianwudao understood a fact. The intelligence they got said that the strength of Dongfang Mingshuo was only in the early stage of Yuanying period.

Now, the strength of Dongfang Mingshuo is already in the late stage of the real yuan infant period. It is only one step away from Dacheng, but I don't know whether this step is an insurmountable gap.

After beating back the sword without Tao, two people appeared in front of Dongfang Mingshuo. They were clearly yuqingquan and Tianheng in Tianlong mountain.

At the back of the stage, the evil old man still held Zhao Sanjin's throat and said with a smile: "if you can, next time you'd better hear me finish before you start!"

"Get out!" Zhao Sankin was also angry. He pinched the evil old man's arm with both hands and wanted to pull him down directly. But after he really started, he found that what he did was his mother's futility.

The evil old man's arm looked so rotten that only bones were left, but it felt like a rock to Zhao Sanjin. He couldn't shake a penny with any force. The feeling of powerlessness surprised Zhao Sanjin immediately.

"Don't waste your energy. I said that if I want to kill you, just one second is enough!" the evil old man smiled and looked at Zhao Sanjin, who still didn't give up his heart. He made a sudden force on his arm and threw Zhao Sanjin to the stage.

This is the stage covered with a layer of wood and red carpet. Because of Zhao Sanjin's strong strength, he directly smashed a hole in the stage. The next moment, the evil old man stamped his feet directly.

The whole stage collapsed at once. On the stage, Dongfang Mingshuo and yuqingquan, who were still fighting, fell down at once.

"No, Zhao Sanjin, don't..." looking at the evil old man who picked up Zhao Sanjin again, Xia Lingmo desperately grabbed the evil old man's arm, but even Zhao Sanjin didn't have any parry. How could a weak woman like Xia Lingmo shake a penny?

"I said, don't try to resist. Why don't you just listen?" the evil old man shook his head helplessly, looked at Zhao Sanjin like a dead dog, and said with a smile.

At the moment, Zhao Sanjin's head only felt dizzy, and there was a feeling that his brain was hollowed out.

"Bah! Let go of ling'er..." Zhao Sanjin spit with blood in his mouth and spit on the face of the evil old man, still shouting.

"I don't know how to live or die. I really thought I didn't dare to kill you, didn't I?" the evil old man looked suddenly gloomy and threw Zhao Sanjin up suddenly. Without any sign, he kicked it out.

For a moment, Zhao Sanjin directly flew backwards. Compared with the distance of more than a dozen tables kicked by Dongfang Mingshuo before, Zhao Sanjin now flew backwards for 20 or 30 meters. The whole person slammed heavily onto the wall of the banquet hall. Suddenly, there were many moire patterns on the wall.

"I said, don't try to resist, you still have one last chance, that's her!"

"I'm a grass and mud horse, let her go!" Zhao Sanjin was a little confused. Even if he was lying in Liu Jingtian's arms, the blood vomited out one mouthful after another. The whole person was extremely depressed, but even so, at the moment when Xia Lingmo's life was threatened, Zhao Sanjin roared angrily.

"If you give me a chance to finish talking, maybe you two won't be like this!" the evil old man shook his head helplessly, smiled bitterly and looked at Zhao Sanjin. There was a sigh in his eyes.

"What do you want to do?" Zhao Sanjin asked again. He couldn't stand the evil old man talking to him like that, but he just didn't talk about business.

"Don't worry, do you think I was worried just now? No, right, don't worry, we said slowly!" the evil old man smiled and ignored Zhao Sanjin's anger at the moment. On the contrary, the more angry Zhao Sanjin was, the happier the evil old man seemed to be.

Zhao Sanjin shut up. He stopped talking. Instead of continuing to pull the calf down with the evil old man, he might as well make good use of this time to mobilize Xuan's strength to repair his body. Maybe he can barely have the strength of a war at that time.

"Listen clearly, I'll only say it once!" the evil old man smiled with satisfaction, then looked at Zhao Sanjin and asked slowly, "where is your grandfather Zhao Dengxian?"

"What?" Zhao Sankin was stunned. He never thought that the evil old man would the whereabouts of his grandfather Zhao Dengxian.

"Answer me!" the evil old man grabbed Xia Lingmo's arm and suddenly added some strength. Xia Lingmo's whole face suddenly became pale.