[Comprehensive martial arts] Dad Qin wants to be the master

The fungus winked at Huo Tianqing.

The two tacitly carried out their lightness kung fu and jumped towards Song Qingshu's room.

The benefits of having few people in the sect.You are not here to destroy the family, there are only two of us, if you want to destroy the family, you have to follow.

The fungus didn't count Xie Xiaodi in a hurry.

Xie Xiaodi was standing in front of Song Qingshu's bed, when two Mingjiao disciples fell outside the door.

The hands and feet of the two men were all bent into strange shapes, no wonder they screamed in pain.

"You're really ruthless." Funeral expressed concern about the anti-social psychology of the misfit boy Xie Xiaodi.

Xie Xiaodi said he didn't do it, he doesn't know martial arts.

What Xie Xiaodi said was the truth.

But who would believe that the son of the third master of Excalibur can't do martial arts?

What's more, if you don't know martial arts, why do you always carry a magic sword around your waist?

Wei Yixiao was so angry that he yelled, the Songshan faction injured Mingjiao disciples, and greatly challenged the dignity of Mingjiao!

He couldn't beat the fungus, so he asked Yang Xiao to beat it.

Yang Xiao calmly inspected the injuries of the two injured.

His heart suddenly lifted.

The bones of those two people were not broken, but were pulled apart by internal forces.

In the world, there is only one kind of internal strength that can displace human bones with internal force and save their lives.

The world has shifted greatly.

That person is there.

Since that person was there, Yang Xiao and the others couldn't bargain.

Guangming Zuo hurriedly ordered to retreat.

The head of Mu refused: "I, Songshan, are the ones you can come and leave whenever you want?"

Head Mu is a peace-loving person, so what he said was just a crazy hint that Yang Xiao should give some spiritual compensation.

Yang Xiao gave him a Thunderbolt.

After the smoke passed, the Mingjiao disciples disappeared completely, not even the two lying on the ground.

Sect Master Mu was furious.Xiaoben writes down Mingjiao, and will never reason with them in the future!

There was one more person in the room at some point.

He is about the same age as Song Qingshu, with a mark of flame between his brows.

Zhang Wuji!

Huo Tianqing, who was well versed in the details of Mingjiao, called out the name of the leader of Mingjiao.

Just now, Huo Tianqing, the generation of Bat King and Zuo Shi, was not afraid.

When Zhang Wuji came in person, he felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

That is the leader of Mingjiao, who is in charge of the Nine Suns Divine Art and the great shift of the universe. Five years ago, he single-handedly defeated the six sects of the Central Plains.

There was no murderous look in Zhang Wuji's eyes.

He only looked at Song Qingshu on the bed, his eyes full of regret.

Song Qingshu didn't want to look at him, he couldn't move his head, so he closed his eyes.

Xie Xiaodi pointed at Zhang Wuji: "It was he who hurt just now."

Zhang Wuji did not deny it.

He gave up the position of leader to Monk Zhu.

He thought that he would be able to retreat to the world leisurely and comfortably in this way, but Mingjiao opposed him and issued an order to kill him.

Mingjiao wants to snatch Song Qingshu, I am afraid it is directly to contain him.

Zhang Wuji only sighed that the world is so cold.

The fungus was going to fight Mingjiao's bad dog, but he was no longer a Mingjiao, so he put away the qin.

"Zhang Shaoxia, would you like a cup of tea?"

The visitor is a guest, and the wooden head is amiable.

Zhang Wuji was in no mood to drink tea.

He just wanted to see how Song Qingshu was doing.

Seeing that he was so sincere, the fungus let him go.

Zhang Wuji half-kneeled in front of Song Qingshu's bed.

Song Qingshu frowned, as if he didn't want to be touched by him.Naihe couldn't say a word, couldn't even move his mouth, so he had to obey.

Feeling his pulse and touching his body, Zhang Wuji's face was very ugly.

He studied under the Butterfly Valley genius doctor Hu Qingniu when he was young, he is considered a little genius doctor, and Song Qingshu's injuries can be known at a glance.

His bones were not just misaligned like those two Mingjiao disciples just now.

It was crushed on a large scale, leaving only a few main pieces of the spine intact, so I can hold my breath.

Fungus is very concerned about whether Song Qingshu can be cured.

If he is cured, and if he finds out the matter of killing his uncle, he can throw this big trouble back to Wudang.To save the restlessness of someone visiting in the middle of the night every now and then.

Zhang Wuji thought for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, yes.

His great movement of the universe can flexibly transport the medicinal soup to Song Qingshu's limbs and bones. After repeated several times, he can slowly rebond the broken bones.

It's just that to complete such a fine transmission of skills, relying on hand-to-back and palm-to-palm movements alone may not be satisfactory.

Only use that method.

Zhang Wuji blushed more and more.

The head of Mu said inappropriately: "The young hero Zhang, let's do it quickly, I will just watch and learn."

Zhang Wuji was so ashamed that he couldn't lift his head, he hesitated for a long while and said, "I still need some medicine."

"What medicine?"

"Black deer."

The medicinal soup that Zhang Wuji wanted to use to save Song Qingshu was called Black Jade Discontinuous Ointment, and black water deer was the most important musk in it.

The black musk deer, which can produce black deer, can only be found in the prairie in the northern part of the city.

After Zhang Wuji finished speaking, he looked at Mu Zhangmen expectantly.

The head of Mu patted his chest and promised, you go find it, and I will look at Song Qingshu for you.

Zhang Wuji was very disappointed, and said embarrassedly: "I once swore to someone that I would never set foot on the grassland..."

The fungus can hear it.This man is really thick-skinned, and he even wants to instruct the head to get him medicine.

Zhang Wuji has a thick skin, but he is a real person.

He took down the torch order hidden in his arms and put it on the table.

"Boy, I don't have anything else. If the head is willing to help, I can take this thing."

The wooden head doesn't even like it.

How much is a scrap of copper and iron worth?

Huo Tianqing's eyes sparkled.

This is a sacred object of Persian Zoroastrianism, and the three branches of the Central Plains secretly competed for this object, but Zhang Wuji gave it away easily.

Although the fungus didn't know the value of this thing, seeing how much Huo Tianqing valued it, he agreed.

Picking up the torch order, Saihuo Tianqing held it.

Huo Tianqing was so excited that he hugged the fungus.

There will be no complaints about asking him to serve tea and water again in the future.

The fungus was so hugged by Huo Tianqing that he couldn't breathe.

Xie Xiaodi, who was silent for a long time, came over and pushed Huo Tianqing away.

He honestly said he wanted to be hugged too.

The wooden head finally realized that his behavior seemed a bit scumbag.How can you hug people casually?

After Xie Xiaodi was ruthlessly rejected, he went back to his room sullenly and ignored him.

Xie Xiaodi stayed behind closed doors, so Mu Er had to go to the border town by himself.

Before leaving, Zhang Wuji pulled the fungus a long way outside the room.

He took another sample from his arms and handed it to the fungus.

"The head is going to the border town. If you meet a man named Wang Baobao, please give him this dagger. Say sorry to him for me."

The fungus asked back: "What if we don't meet?"

Zhang Wuji said again: "You then bury him under the grass in the prairie."

It seems that Zhang Wuji hasn't set foot in the border city for a long time.

The grass here has been eaten up by the horses, leaving only a vast expanse of yellow sand.

There used to be a general named Wang Baobao in the border town, but now he has gone out to join the enemy, so it is impossible to meet him.

The fungus can't find people, and it can't find grass. It only finds an endless poplar forest.

Anyway, there are fresh plants growing on the ground, and burying them can be considered as completing the task.

The fungus went to plan the hole and bury the knife.

Digging and digging, digging out human hair.

Someone buried in the sand?

The fungus quickly continued to plan.

There are real people.

A person's face slowly emerged from the fine sand, and then the neck, clothes and hands.

He is not breathing.

Fungus feels very sorry, he is dead, thinking about burying him back and setting up a monument for him?

He then pushed the sand he had taken out onto him again.

The sand-stained hands suddenly moved.

The dead man revived, turned over suddenly, and pushed the fungus to the ground.