Medical Sovereign

"Thank you, fellow daoist, for your mercy!"

The old man was gray-haired, like an old man on the verge of death, he must be an old-fashioned existence in the holy medical school. Thank you.

Zi Que'er snorted coldly, too lazy to deal with such a cunning old guy, turned around and didn't even look at him.

But he was secretly startled in his heart, what kind of method did this old thing use to seal his cultivation at the peak of Tianwu Realm.

"There is no need to worry. This seal is not aimed at a certain person, but seals the entire valley. As long as there are people in the valley, there is no exception."

He Ling'er knew very well about the seals of the formation, knew what Zi Que'er was worried about, and said with a light smile, which made Zi Que'er completely relieved.

With the physical strength of the monster race, even if their cultivation is sealed, they still have an advantage in the face of human warriors of the same realm. Of course, the premise is that there will be no freaks like Ding Ning.

The person is beautiful, and the voice is even more beautiful. Just listening to the voice makes my bones crumble.

He Ling'er's voice is very special, her voice is waxy, even Ding Ning can't hold back her voice, when she speaks at this moment, Gui Jianchou's mind becomes active again, and her eyes are fixed on He Ling'er, Saliva dripped all over the floor.

How keen is He Ling'er's perception? Even if her cultivation is sealed, how can she not notice Gui Jianshou's salivating eyes, she frowned slightly, stared at Gui Jianshou displeasedly and cursed: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a beautiful woman before?"

Gui Jianchou was also deceived by the lard, and after knowing that everyone was sealed in cultivation, he became more courageous, hehe smiled lewdly and said: "I see a lot of beauties, but just listening to the voice like you can It’s the first time I’ve seen a beautiful woman who excites me.”

"Dare to molest my lady boss, court death!"

Lang Dong and the others just haven't reached the peak in the middle and late stages of the big demon, and they are slightly inferior to Pi Yitian and the others, so they didn't make a move even if they were full of anger before, but now they dare to take advantage of He Ling'er, Even if it was just verbal, the wolf guards, who respected Ding Ning like a god, couldn't bear it, and after a loud shout, they ran towards Guijianshou.

"Get out of the way, with the same level of cultivation, this young master is invincible."

Gui Jianchou sees the eight ghost kings under his command standing in front of him,

He shouted them away triumphantly, thinking excitedly, it's good to limit his cultivation, this time this young master can finally show off in front of the beauties.

Boom!

But the ideal is very full, and the reality is very skinny. Before Gui Jianchou opened his posture, a fist as big as a bowl quickly magnified in front of his eyes. , shouted loudly in his mouth: "You scumbag, I'm not ready yet."

Lang Dong folded his arms and sneered, "I'll wait for you to get ready and see how you are invincible."

"Invincible in the same situation, I am, I dare to say big things in front of this young master."

Dang clang clang, a sound of gold and iron clanging came, Long Xiaotian dragged the Daguan knife weighing hundreds of catties backwards, walked out of the crowd, stared at Gui Jianchou with fighting spirit and said: "Some time ago I was practicing in seclusion. When I left the seclusion, I heard that you uttered wild words. You wanted to trample Ye Duxing and me under your feet. Today just happened to happen. Let's have a game first."

"What? You are so damned that you want to trample my young mistress under your feet."

Lang Dong was angry when he heard the words. Ye Duxing is the handsome wife, and she is the first wife who is pregnant with the handsome child. What kind of shit ghost wants to step on the handsome wife when he sees his worries? Mrs. He Ling'er is disgusting, how can he bear it.

Nani? Ye Duxing is his family's young mistress? Everyone was stunned, not knowing who his young master was, who was able to get the first talent in the ancient martial arts world.

It's also fortunate that Ye Qingxuan left early, otherwise after hearing these few words, I don't know if he would run away in anger and fight Lang Dong desperately.

Amid everyone's inconceivable stupefaction, Gui Jianchou finally understood what it meant to be as fast as the wind, as fast as lightning, and at first he could still feel pain, but then he became so numb, and was punched by the furious wolf Dong It blasted into the sky, and then it didn't fall to the ground for a full ten minutes. It kept rising and falling in mid-air, becoming a trapeze.

If He Ling'er hadn't said lightly, "The crime is not worthy of death, just be taught a lesson", I'm afraid this guy would have been torn to pieces by now.

His loyal eight dog legs mustered up the courage to rush up, wanting to let him land safely, but unfortunately, Lang Xi, Lang Nan, and Lang Bei, who had been gearing up for a long time, rushed forward, three against eight, and beat them to death. Not going to the north, holding his head and howling ghosts and wolves.

The other Yaozu fighters couldn't stand it at all, and sighed with resentment on their faces, saying that they were too much, and they didn't even leave scum to them when they ate their own meat, so it would be good to let them have a good time.

The old man of the holy doctor's school was so dumbfounded. He wanted to say a few words on the scene, but after thinking about it, it seems that he is now sealed and only the cultivation of the Tianwu realm is left. Experience and strength, defeating one is not a problem, but what if these guys don't follow the routine and swarm up?

You only need three, no, two, maybe you can beat yourself up and run away crying. If it gets out, then your old face will really be ashamed to see others.

So this old and cunning old antique didn't say a word, while everyone's attention was attracted by Gui Jianshou, he furtively winked at Pi Yi, who had escaped from death, and sneaked back to the station quietly.

Fortunately, Pi Yitian was quite loyal. Before leaving, he pulled Jian Miesheng and didn't let him stay foolishly. Otherwise, I don't know if these violent madmen will settle their scores after the autumn and clean him up.

Master Kong Ming squinted his eyes and watched Lang Dong and others perfectly explain what is the aesthetics of violence. He put his palms together and whispered the Buddha's chant, and pulled Wu Xiang back to the valley station.

He needs to have a good understanding of the origins of Lang Dong and the others. With this kind of physical strength being sealed and his cultivation level, even the disciples of Tianyin Temple who specialize in body training may not be able to please him when they encounter it.

The high priest stood with his hands behind his back, with a warm smile on his face, but there was an uproar in his heart. Although the aura of these guys was very obscure, the human race couldn't see it at all, but they couldn't hide it from him, who was also a monster race. Excited and excited, did the little prince bring back a bunch of monsters when he came back from the Kunpeng world? Now the Yaozu is hopeful.

Jiang Wuhui was very depressed. An inattentive master uncle actually sneaked away. This is not counted. I thought that I had broken through the Tianwu realm. , after all, sword cultivators have always been the warriors with the strongest attack power.

But now, seeing the terrifying power of Lang Dong and others, his self-confidence collapsed quickly, and he thought in frustration, it's fine if he can't beat the pudding, grandma, now a group of monsters popped out again, it seems that he is still too weak Yes.

What made him feel the most pain was that the goddess he was thinking of was now someone else's young mistress, which made him feel so embarrassed that he drooped his head in despair.

Pudding came over at some point and patted him on the shoulder. Although he didn't speak, it was considered a comfort.

He was very curious about Ding Ning, and didn't know why that mysterious young man always brought him a faint sense of intimacy.

What surprised him the most was that other people's whispered comments fell into his ears, knowing that Shengyimen and Tianjian Villa deliberately targeted him because they mistook him for the bereaved family of the holy sword.

He is the real disciple of the Holy Sword Survivor Clan. How could someone mistake Ding Ning for himself? Could it be that he has some connection with the Holy Sword Remnant? This puzzled him a lot.

The people in the clan should be arriving soon, and they really have to inquire about it.

Pimuer's old face was already smiling, as if he had found an organization, he chatted happily with Ling Yun and the others.

At first, the girls were not very interested in him, but after listening to his story about Ding Ning's thrilling journey when he broke into Genghis Khan's Mausoleum, they quickly accepted this middle-aged uncle who was a bit old, ugly, and wretched.

Helena looked at Pimuer, who was frothing and talking, and felt sour in her heart. She ran over despite so many strange eyes, but she was not welcomed by others at all. These women who must know where Ding Ning is actually regarded him as a Out of the air, just ignore it.

But she has seen the strength of Zi Que'er and Kong Lei, so she dared not have the slightest bit of dissatisfaction, so she could only cheekily insert a few words from time to time during Pimuer's narration to make supplements. Feng Ling smiled and covered her face, Ni Ma, this girl is so fucking embarrassing.

In a dark corner, a group of Fusang warriors wearing wooden clogs and wearing samurai uniforms looked solemnly at Lang Dong and the others showing their power.

"These people are the subordinates of Ding Ning whom His Excellency Sword God called to kill. I didn't expect these people to be so strong."

Among the two leading warriors, a warrior with a mole on the corner of his mouth whispered to himself with a look of worry in his eyes.

"Hmph, Yamamoto-kun, are you scared?"

The samurai with triangular eyes glanced at him disdainfully, and said sarcastically.

The samurai known as Yamamoto blushed and said emotionally: "Kameda-san, we were sent to understand the strength of the warriors in Shenzhou, and we must seek truth from facts when reporting."

"Tch, I think you are afraid."

Kameda said contemptuously: "A group of East Asian sick men, what are you afraid of, you cowardly coward, you have not inherited the glory of your ancestors at all..."

"Shut up and stop arguing!"

Sitting in a dark corner behind the group of warriors, a middle-aged man in kimono suddenly let out a low voice.

"Hi!"

Kameda and Yamamoto bowed together and lowered their heads respectfully.

"Yamamoto is right. Although these East Asian sick men are worthless in front of His Excellency the Sword God, we are only in charge of the situation. There is no need to exaggerate or belittle it. As long as we report it in a realistic manner, Lord Sword God will naturally weigh it. His Excellency Thirteen Lang will use the sword in his hand to tell these arrogant Chinese people who is the real master of the Asia-Pacific region."

The middle-aged man raised his head, licked his lips, and said faintly with a strange green light in his eyes.

"Hi!"

Yamamoto bowed slightly with no expression on his face, but Kameda bowed deeply at ninety degrees, and said flatteringly: "These Chinese people are naturally vulnerable in front of Lord Sword God, not to mention that the entire martial arts scene is restricted to practice. Because, I think that under such circumstances, there is no need for Your Excellency Heibei to take action personally, and Master Aiko Yuichi of Miyamoto's action is enough to sweep away these Chinese people."

The middle-aged man Hiroaki Miyamoto was obviously very pleased with this flattery, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, he said modestly: "Although Yuichi has received the guidance of the sword god, and his sword skills have improved by leaps and bounds, but it is still a bit difficult to sweep away all the Chinese people." Difficult, especially that Ding Ning is a disciple of the Sacred Saber family, so he must not be underestimated."