Village Doctor's Magic Hands

Soon, Xia changgu led the rest of Xia's people to leave the hotel. The original banquet of 3000 people had left half of Zhao Sanjin's party at the moment they fought.

Zhao Sanjing glanced at the people who followed him behind and said slowly, "thank you for your trust in me, and today this thing should be over here. Let's go back to the dragon's house first and make arrangements later!"

Zhao Sankin's eyes fell on the Huolong group and added: "settle down each of them. I don't want to see anyone have an accident."

"OK!" Huolong readily agreed and left the hotel with everyone. At the same time, Zhao Sanjin also looked at Dongfang Mingshuo. After hesitating for a while, he turned his eyes on Dongfang returnees and said slowly, "please uncle Hai protect linger instead of me."

"I won't go!" who knows that as soon as Zhao Sanjin's voice fell, Xia Lingmo shook his head and refused. He hugged Zhao Sanjin tightly and said, "if you don't go, I won't go anywhere. If you stay, I'll stay with you!"

Zhao Sanjin knew very well that it was not easy for the two talents to get together. If they had to separate now, Xia Lingmo really had no bottom in his heart. To tell the truth, Xia Lingmo had been tortured and afraid of being separated.

There was no way. Zhao Sanjin could only nod and said with a bitter smile: "in that case, you should leave first, but Uncle Ming should stay. In case the scene is out of control later, I have to expect uncle ming to run away with ling'er."

"OK!" Oriental returnees nodded and agreed without hesitation.

Similarly, jianwuxin, after looking at jianwudao, also ordered: "you also leave with the Oriental returnees. If I can't make peace with you in the end, you will be the new head of xuanjian sect."

This made Jian Wudao suddenly open his eyes. He looked at Jian thoughtlessly and said, "master, why don't you leave? There's nothing for us here."

"It's all right for you, but it's still something for me. Let's go!" Jian's careless eyes fell on Dongfang Mingshuo's back.

Soon, after the scene was cleared, there were only four people left at the gate of the banquet hall. In addition to Zhao Sanjin and Xia Lingmo, there were also Dongfang Mingshuo and Jian Wuxin.

"Don't worry, everything will be all right." it seemed that he felt Zhao Sanjin's tension, and Xia Lingmo gave Zhao Sanjin a reassuring look.

Zhao Sanjin didn't speak, but his eyes were fixed on the one move of the two people in the hall. On the side, Jian hesitated unintentionally. He still walked to Dongfang Mingshuo and said with a smile: "if you return to the outer Wulin this time, will you honor your promise?"

"If you leave now, I will!" Dongfang Mingshuo didn't turn around and didn't look at Jian unintentionally, but answered faintly.

"But you know I can't do this." Jian inadvertently took off the veil on his head, gathered his body around Dongfang Mingshuo and said slowly: "whether it's the meeting last night or the confrontation today, can't you look at me with your eyes?"

"I......" Dongfang Mingshuo didn't know how to answer this topic, but similarly, his eyes still didn't fall on Jian unintentionally. Instead, Zhao Sanjin couldn't help but look at it and was stunned.

Isn't the fucking age gap between the two a little too big? This is Zhao Sanjin's subconscious idea, because compared with Dongfang Mingshuo, who is already in his sixties, the sword beside him is unintentionally young.

With white skin, a tall nose, a pair of big watery eyes, black and beautiful hair and a long white gauze skirt, the whole person is like a living fairy.

Zhao Sanjin admitted that his description was quite old-fashioned, or simple and straightforward, but the unintentional beauty of the sword was absolutely genuine and did not discount, because not only Zhao Sanjin, but also Xia Lingmo was shocked by the unintentional beauty of the sword. It can be said that the unintentional beauty of the sword had a sense of transcendence.

Of course, what Zhao Sanjin wants to say is the age of unintentional sword. Zhao Sanjin thinks that the age of unintentional sword doesn't seem to be a person of 50 or 60 years old. Even, Zhao Sanjin thinks it's exaggerated to use the word Ben San to describe unintentional sword.

"Hum, the strength of the legendary new leader of Qianshan mausoleum is just like this. There's nothing too powerful!" the evil old man looked ferocious, wiped off the blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and said coldly. Even though he was clearly defeated, he had to show his tongue.

"Do I still need to use my best to deal with you?" Zhao Dengxian looked at the embarrassed appearance of the evil old man, which was a little ridiculous.

The evil old man looked at Zhao Dengxian with a fierce face and said slowly, "even if I can't beat you, you don't want to kill me. If I want to go, you can't keep me!"

"Oh? Really?" Zhao Dengxian smiled meaningfully and said slowly, "if you can really escape from me, I don't mind letting you go, but I don't think it's too likely!"

"Big or not, don't you know if you try?" the evil old man smiled insidiously and roared, "let me see, as the master of Qianshan mausoleum, what's the power of you."

"Unless your sect leader comes in person, you can't see the real strength of Qianshan mausoleum leader in your life!" Zhao Dengxian smiled and looked at the evil old man who disappeared in his place. He didn't worry, so he stood quietly in his place, and then hurled a punch into the air.

At the next moment, the evil old man flew out directly, fell to the ground and dusted a trace of dust.

Zhao Dengxian smiled and walked slowly towards the evil old man who stood up hard. By the way, he said with a smile: "I said I wanted to kill you, you can't go away!"

"Ha ha..." the evil old man suddenly burst out laughing. Looking at Zhao Dengxian, who was less than three meters in front of him, his face became more and more ferocious and said with a smile: "in that case, it's better to die together."

"Not good!" Zhao Dengxian's face suddenly sank, turned and looked at Zhao Sanjin, who was still at the gate of the banquet hall, and quickly shouted, "leave the hotel quickly!"

"Grandpa!" Zhao Sanjin shouted, obviously unwilling, but Zhao Dengxian's sharp eyes suddenly fell on Zhao Sanjin and said coldly: "leave quickly!"

"Evil wind fist." in the hall, the evil old man rushed towards Zhao Dengxian regardless, which made Zhao Dengxian more or less ready. Zhao Dengxian made a sudden effort to meet the evil old man's fists.

"Qianshan palm!" Zhao Dengxian roared with great strength. His fist mixed with incomparable strength suddenly collided with Zhao Dengxian's palm power, which was relatively strong. The explosive power generated by the two was directly towards the four waves