City’s Peerless Immortal Doctor

"They are here... Oh, there are still a lot of people here, is this coming out in full force?"

Fang Bai’s divine consciousness dissipated with all his strength, and he was able to detect movement within a range of nearly one kilometer. From a distance, he discovered that hundreds of warriors were rushing here. It was the disciples of the "Yanyulou" headed by Wen Xiangxin. .

"Yanyulou" dispatched so many disciples. From Fang Bai's point of view, it was Wen Xiangxin's murderous intention to leave the lives of his master and apprentice in Xishan.

Fang Bai couldn't help but sneer secretly, this Wen Xiangxin also overestimated the strength of "Yanyulou".

Although the "Yanyulou" has an absolute advantage in the comparison of the numbers of the two sides, except for Wen Xiangxin and other Xuan-level martial artists, what is the difference between the other "Yanyulou" disciples and a group of mobs?

Hundreds of "Yanyulou" warriors, when they were about a kilometer away from Feilai Peak, split into two paths. Under the leadership of Wen Xiangxin, they continued to sweep towards Feilai Peak, while the other part spread out around. .

Wen Xiangxin's goal was to lay a net around Feilai Peak, so as not to give Fang Bai and Guishou a chance to escape.

Guishou stood up and followed Fang Bai's gaze to look towards the mountain road ahead.

Although Guishou still couldn't sense the movement of martial artists, he knew that Master Fang Bai's strength was far superior to himself, so he had no doubt about Fang Bai's words.

The arrival of the disciples of "Yanyulou" means that a great battle is coming, and the master said that this great battle will be on the sidelines, and he will be the protagonist.

Thinking of the tragic scene of the slaughter of the Shimen that day, the blood of the ghost hand began to roar and boil, and the battle intent quickly rose, and the spirit of the whole person reached its peak state at this moment.

"I'm going to clean up the shrimp soldiers and crabs who want to surround us, and I'll leave it to you here! The disciples of the'Yinyulou' who appeared in front of you in a while should be the people who participated in the slaughter of your sect. Have a kind heart!"

Fang Bai stood up as he said, tapped his toes on the stone pillar, and his whole person leaped into the air like a swallow, and then stepped in the air, flew over a low mountain in the distance, and disappeared without a trace.

"Master's strength is really unpredictable!"

The ghost hand looked at Fang Bai, who was floating in the air like a god, with a trace of admiration and admiration in his expression, then his face straightened, and he looked at the mountain road ahead solemnly.

At this time, he finally sensed the aura of more than a dozen martial artists, and he was rapidly approaching here, and all of them were Xuan-level martial artists.

Wen Shiba, who was wriggling hard in the snow, had crawled far away. After hiding behind a stone, half of his head was exposed, looking at the ghost hand in horror, fearing that he would suddenly rush over and kill him.

Guishou sneered, he was too lazy to talk to Wen Shiba who was already a useless person.

"Wan Yao Gu" was destroyed that day, and Wen Shiba was also one of the participants. Although he was only guarding the exit of "Wan Yao Gu" to prevent disciples of "Wan Yao Gu" from escaping, he did not kill people, but there were still no ghosts. Spare him.

Although Wen Shiba's life was saved, his meridians and limbs were destroyed by ghost hands, and the rest of his life could only be spent in bed.

For a warrior, this blow is better than death.

Whoosh--

Whoosh--

Whoosh--

The sound of the clothes breaking through the air sounded one after another, and a dozen white figures appeared in the sight of the ghost hand, and in a flash, they reached the empty area in front of the stone pillars. It was the disciples of the "Yanyulou" headed by Wen Xiangxin.

These more than a dozen people are all Xuan-level martial artists, and they are the core force of the "Yanyulou". They were the ones who joined forces with Qingchengguan and Shaolin to destroy the "Ten Thousand Medicine Valley".

"dad!"

Wen Shiba, who was curled up in the snow behind the stone in the distance, saw Wen Xiangxin standing among a group of men in white shirts. He burst into tears and let out a heart-piercing wailing.

"Eighteen!"

Wen Xiangxin turned his head and saw his embarrassed son. He couldn't help being surprised, and immediately went over.

"Eighteen, what are you... what's wrong?"

Wen Xiangxin wanted to lift his son from the snow, but found that his limbs were hanging down softly and couldn't stand at all. He asked with horror on his face.

"Dad, my meridian... my hands and feet... are all scrapped... I'm over... over..."

Wen Shiba's head was placed on his father's legs, and he burst into tears, his nose and tears wiped his father's legs.

Wen Xiangxin was shocked when he heard the words and stayed there.

Wen Shiba is not only his only son, but also a martial arts genius born in the Wen family for a hundred years. He is also the next owner of the "Yanyulou" in Wen Xiangxin's heart.

It can be said that Wen Xiangxin placed great expectations on the son of Wen Shiba. He hopes that in the near future, Wen Shiba can inherit his own practice inheritance, lead the Wen family, lead the "Yanyulou", and rise to the secular ancient. The largest sect in the martial arts world has become an existence that everyone awes.

But now, this son who had high hopes of him has been abandoned, and all his expectations have been in vain. This blow is undoubtedly a huge blow to Wen Xiangxin.

In an instant, Wen Xiangxin's anger rose, and his hatred was overwhelming.

"Beast! You beast!"

Wen Xiangxin turned around suddenly, glared at the ghost hand with fire-breathing eyes, pointed at him and screamed: "I followed your request and brought people to the appointment on time. Why do you hurt my son?"

"why?"

The ghost hand was condescending, standing proudly, and sneered: "This question, you should ask me the hundreds of undead in'Ten Thousand Medicine Valley'!"

"You...who are you?"

Wen Xiangxin's body shook, and he involuntarily took a step back, looking at the ghost hand in amazement.

"Who am I... Oh, I am the only disciple of'Ten Thousand Medicine Valley' who has escaped the destruction of the door! Also the fish that slipped through the net in the eyes of your three major sects! Wen Xiangxin, can't you think of it?"

The voice of the ghost hand is getting louder and louder, like a rolling thunder, blowing in the ears of Wen Xiangxin and others.

"One hundred and eight disciples of'Ten Thousand Medicine Valley', we only found one hundred and seven corpses that day. It turned out that you were the one who escaped by luck! Very good...very..."

Wen Xiangxin stared at the ghost hand with wide eyes, and suddenly burst into a long laugh, but his laughter was full of strong hatred and murder.

"The three major sects jointly attacked the'Ten Thousand Medicine Valley', and they agreed to kill them all without leaving any future troubles, but the Shaolin group of disciples thought that we had killed too much and stopped halfway through and returned. Otherwise, how could you escape? Our "Yanyulou" and "Qingchengguan" sent our disciples to hunt and kill you, a fish that slipped through the net, but we haven't been able to achieve our wish. I didn't expect you to come here!"

When Wen Xiangxin said this, his eyes were sharp and sharp, and the whole person was like a sword with a sheath, with an unparalleled aura, step by step toward the stone pillar on which the ghost hand stood.

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