The best medical god in the city

Chapter 6458 It's you! (three more)

The blue-faced Hanba was freed, he breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and said, "No problem."

He flipped his palm, and a stone tablet appeared in his palm, and he threw it to Leng Muqing.

Leng Muqing caught it with her hands, but saw an ancient pattern printed on the stone tablet.

In the pattern picture, there are two men sitting in front of the waterfall and discussing the Tao.

Of these two men, one is burly and mighty, the other is delicate and elegant, with the style of a gentleman.

It is Wuzu and Hongjun Patriarch.

The blue-faced Hanba said: "Put your palm on the Taoist tablet, concentrate your attention and comprehend it, and you will be able to see the scene of the old ancestor Hongjun discussing the Tao with the ancestor Wu."

Leng Muqing nodded, impatiently, she held the stone tablet with her right hand, pressed it with her left hand, and poured her spirit power into it.

boom!
Immediately, in her mind, the image of Hongjun Martial Ancestor discussing Dao in the past appeared, high mountains and flowing water, two supreme powerhouses sitting and discussing Dao, this image is very peaceful and serene.

Leng Muqing wanted to take a closer look at Lun Dao's situation, but suddenly her head hurt, and with an "ouch", the Dao tablet in her hand fell to the ground.

But this stele is too old, and the coercion of the law is too powerful. Her spirit was defenseless, and she directly peeped at the ancient secret. She was immediately backlashed, her eyes turned black, her chest and abdomen were churning with blood, and she almost fainted .

"Hey, little girl, it seems that your cultivation is not good enough, you should return the Taoist tablet to me!"

The blue-faced Hanba smiled, and rushed out suddenly, hitting Leng Muqing's chest with one paw, and snatching the Taoist tablet with the other paw.

Leng Muqing wanted to resist this sudden change, but she couldn't summon the slightest bit of strength due to the backlash of her soul.

"not good!"

Ye Chen's expression changed. Seeing that Leng Muqing was in danger, he didn't have time to think about it. He immediately jumped up and slammed out with a palm from the air. Sweeping away, the power is extremely vast.

"who is it!"

The blue-faced Hanba was startled, under the cover of Ye Chen's palm, he felt his breath was suffocating, and the trajectory of the move in his hand was also deviated. Originally, he wanted to stab Leng Muqing's chest with his paw, but in the end it only hit her shoulder.

"Wutu Origin Talisman, Heaven-Suppressing Emperor City Sword!"

Ye Chen didn't want to expose the Samsara Martial Arts, so he came flying in a flash, and sacrificed the Wutu Origin Talisman in his hand. The bursts of Wutu essence gathered together, and transformed into nine huge Wutu swords, flying down in the air, and suppressing the blue-faced Hanba and go.

The green-faced Hanba was terrified, and hurriedly retreated, but was still hit by a Wutu giant sword, and with a puff, he was injured on the spot with blood spurting from his mouth.

It saw Ye Chen wearing a mask, which seemed to hide his cultivation, and his eyes were full of horror. He wanted to escape, but he was not willing to part with Hongjun Taoist Monument.

The tablet is still in Leng Muqing's hands.

"Emperor Jiuyou Sword, quick!"

Ye Chen's eyes turned cold, and he operated the Nine Youdi Sutra, combined with the Wutu Origin Talisman, and the nine Wutu giant swords burst out with a deep magic light, as if emerging from hell, cutting through the air to kill the blue-faced Hanba.

The blue-faced Hanba was startled, but he didn't dare to stay any longer, he hurriedly flew away into the distance, couldn't help turning his head back and forth, looking at the Taoist tablet, his heart throbbed with pain.

That is the dao stele left by ancestor Hongjun and Wuzu discussing dao. It records the most peak esoteric art of swordsmanship. It is natural that he is extremely distressed when he is lost.

Ye Chen repelled the blue-faced Hanba and didn't chase after him. He quickly supported Leng Muqing and said, "Hey, are you okay?"

However, Leng Muqing's left shoulder was wounded by the claw of the blue-faced Hanba, and the wound was entwined with a crimson mist like a drought and fire, which lingered and lingered, which was shocking.

That is the innate supernatural power of the blue-faced Hanba, which can mobilize the fire breath between the heaven and the earth, invade the human body, and burn people alive.

Leng Muqing's skin was reddened by the fire, and she was dripping with sweat. The sweat drenched her clothes. Her rather plump figure was outlined. Very attractive.

Ye Chen didn't think much about it, he was afraid that something would happen to her.

"Ye Shitian, it's you..."

Leng Muqing slightly opened her eyes, saw a face wearing a mask, recognized it, and murmured.

"I'll heal your wounds, offended."

Seeing that her wound was inflamed and bleeding, Ye Chen was afraid that it would be difficult to deal with it if it was delayed, so he supported her and sat down on the open space beside her.

Afterwards, Ye Chen gently untied the clothes on her shoulders, and performed the Bagua Tiandan technique to treat her.

Soon, under Ye Chen's Taoist treatment, Leng Muqing's wound recovered quickly.

But on her face, there was still a look of pain and discomfort, as if the injury had not been relieved.

Ye Chen felt for her pulse, and immediately frowned, only to find that the poisonous flame of the drought has invaded her heart and lungs, although there was only a wisp, but if it is not cured, it may become a serious disaster.

"Your heart and lungs are invaded by anger, you can massage it yourself to get rid of it."

Ye Chen said to Leng Muqing.

Leng Muqing blushed, and said: "I... I'm so weak that I can't move, please help me."

Ye Chen was taken aback for a moment, but seeing Leng Muqing's uncomfortable appearance, he couldn't bear her suffering any longer, and said, "Then, I offended you."

After finishing speaking, Ye Chen gently supported Leng Muqing, raised his right hand, and massaged and massaged among the many acupuncture points on her chest.

During this process, her soft and full place was touched, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Ye Chen was calm, he had a lot of contact with women, and Leng Muqing was no different, so his expression was indifferent the whole time.

It was inconvenient to massage through the clothes, Ye Chen then took off Leng Muqing's shirt.

Under the dim moonlight, when one sees Leng Muqing's body, it is like suet white jade, smooth and delicate to the touch.

(End of this chapter)