Broken Night

Chapter One Hundred and Twelve - Slap to Death

Pingqing said plainly: "After the tattoo artist reaches the Three Palaces, the three palaces are formed endlessly, and they have a certain resistance to various toxins. Therefore, ordinary magic pills or poison pills, for the three palaces and above. Even the tattoo artist can't cause too much effect. But if this pill is melted in water, the tattoo artist in the three palaces will fall into hallucinations and lose consciousness. It is powerful."

"If it is a tattoo artist, it will be less effective. After all, the tattoo artist mainly focuses on the strength and consciousness of the tattoo. Probably for the tattoo artist in the ten-pattern realm, it can only cause a partial impact."

Pingqing's words are slow, but in plainness there is a strong self-confidence.

After he finished speaking, he nodded, looked at Murong Jie, closed the wooden box, and then threw it back: "This pill is indeed a good magic pill, it seems that Young Master Murong has a unique insight into the magic path, which is why he is able to achieve enlightenment in Pill Enlightenment. Refining such a magic pill. My generation should take Murong Gongzi as a model and be proficient in the way of pills."

Murong Jie took it with a smile: "Xie Ping's son Guan Dan!" But his heart was not so calm. He already knew that the Ping family was unparalleled in alchemy, but he thought that Pingqing could not use his spiritual sense to identify pills because he had not yet reached his realm. But he didn't expect him to be so skilled in the cultivation of medicinal pills, and he would be able to identify pills just by looking at its shape and smelling its breath.

The spectators in the restaurant below were even more uproar, and were more subconsciously in awe of the Heike family. As expected of the most talented son of the Ping family, Pingqing, he has a very deep understanding of the alchemy path. If it is not limited to his cultivation, he might be able to refine such near-third-order medicinal herbs as Murong Jie did. Some people even believe that when Ping is the best. After the Qing broke through the Xiantian Palace, he may even become a master of the Dao of Alchemy directly under the accumulation of accumulated resources!

Murong Jie kept calm, he knew in his heart what the problem was.

The so-called alchemy Ping family, the Ping family is unparalleled in the world of alchemy. It is really unwise to want to attack the enemy's strength in this way. On the contrary, the Murong family is not good at alchemy, but medicine. You should attack the enemy with this.

After thinking for a while, a decision has been made in his heart.

A smile appeared on Murong Jie's face again: "Young Master Ping is very good at Dan Dao, I admire him. I just have a question for him."

Ping Qing was still so indifferent, as if he didn't put everything in the world in his eyes: "It's okay to say it straight."

Murong Jie smiled heartily: "A month ago, I was entrusted by the family to go to Huihong to treat a child of the Hong family."

Hearing the names of Huihong and the Hong family, the spectators below became even more excited.

Huihong is also one of the five cities, and the Hong family is one of the most famous and famous in the world. It is said that the south is very powerful with boxing skills and tattooists. Listening to these arguments made them feel closer to the world of that tattoo.

"The child's left foot palace was severely damaged due to the training abroad."

"Everyone here knows that the place where the tattoo is entered is very important for the tattoo artist."

"That child encountered a tattooed beast, and the tattooed beast was fierce, and the sharp claws broke the tattoo on his left foot."

"I don't know what would happen if Prince Ping met him?"

Pingqing frowned tightly: "Why is the tattoo tattooed? Where is it tattooed?"

Murong Jie's answer was also quick: "The tattoo is [Lang Tao], the family tradition of the Hong family, and the position where the disciple carved the tattoo is in front of the calf."

Ping Qing still did not answer, and asked again: "How much damage?"

"Mostly."

When I heard most of the time, even everyone present could guess the danger.

The engraving of the palace into the pattern is about the fusion of external forces into one's own body for the purpose of transforming oneself.

Because of the external force, it is only when you reach a balance in your body that you can be driven by the tattoo force. If the pattern is broken, it will be a disaster for every pattern user, not to mention more than half of the pattern that has been destroyed.

Pingqing remained silent, frowning, as if thinking hard.

Seeing Pingqing's appearance, the youths of the Murong faction all looked proud. On the contrary, the Heike faction showed anxiety. Murong Jie still had a gentle expression, as if everything was under control.

The Youping faction couldn't see it, and sneered: "I don't know how Murong Young Master will deal with it in the end, can that Hong family child survive?" The other young people from the Heping faction all smiled and echoed, "Yes, if Murong is the last one. If there is nothing your son can do, it would be reasonable for him to think of no countermeasures.”

Murong Jie chuckled again: "Of course that Hong disciple survived."

He said it to himself, with an extremely confident tone: "I isolated the connection between his left foot and the rest of his five houses with the lines. Then I amputated directly!"

Hearing the amputation, the faces of these aristocratic family members were pale. But in addition to being pale, he also felt a burst of admiration for Murong Jie's decisiveness. Although bloody, but in that case it is indeed a race against time, and if it is slow for a moment, it will be life-threatening.

Although Murongjie's move caused the tattooed person to lose a limb, he could still save his life.

Pingqing still frowned, he opened his eyes and looked at Murongjie: "Brother Murong's move...it's not right."

Murong Jie's face condensed with a smile, and he looked at Ping Qing: "What's wrong? I also ask Master Ping for advice."

The brow on Ping Qing's face didn't loosen: "Ping just thinks it's inappropriate, but I haven't thought of the real solution. It's just that Ping vaguely feels that there is a better solution."

Murong Jie smiled when he heard the words: "The situation was critical at the time, and even the slightest delay would be life-threatening. Does Mr. Ping think that such healing is like alchemy, and it can be refined slowly and carefully?"

Ping Qing also nodded slowly when he heard the words: "Brother Murong said it is very true, Ping is not good at medicine, it is not Ping's." Hearing Ping Qing so frankly wrong, no matter the lower-level spectators or the young people of Murong's faction, they all It shows admiration.

They are the most outstanding young generation in Pingnan City, and their self-confidence and even self-esteem are extremely strong. But it's not an easy task to make such a public confession.

Murong Jie also felt that the scene was not right, and immediately smiled aggressively: "Young Master Ping's words are inappropriate, our city in Pingnan is world-famous for both alchemy and medicine. As the representative of the Ping family, you can't only be good at alchemy. Not good at medicine.”

Although Murong Jie's words were aggressive, they were not without reason. Some of the lower-level spectators nodded their heads and said yes. They came to Pingnan because of their reputation, and there were also doctors among them. If you are only good at Dan Dao, where would you put a doctor or tattoo doctor?

Under Murong Jie's words, the entire restaurant was silent, and needles could be heard. It seemed that everyone was lost in thought, as if they were looking forward to how Young Master Ping would respond to Murong Jie's tit-for-tat words.

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"Chewing, chewing... the absurdity of the world! That way of amputation will ruin the life of the tattooed person. To be able to say it so loudly, I am really convinced." An untimely voice sounded, accompanied by chewing The sound, as if the mouth was eating something.

The people at the lower level looked subconsciously, and saw a bald boy biting a pig's trotter with one hand, and talking with a greasy face: "If such an idiot dares to stand in front of Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will definitely slap him to death... Hey, old man, what are you doing? Don't eat."