Medical Sovereign

In fact, with Song Zhong's speed and strength, he would have been able to catch up to Wuxiang and the others long ago.

It's just that he was really angry this time, his sister and brother-in-law's family died tragically, and he wanted to kill all Wuxiang's relatives and friends to bury his sister.

That's why he stayed behind them unhurriedly, just trying to attract their relatives and friends. Millers really suffered a disaster.

It's just that Millers is afraid of Ding Ning, but he won't be afraid of Song Zhong. If he wasn't afraid of being chased by Ding Ning, he wouldn't bother to explain to Song Zhong, he would just kill him.

When Song Zhong made a move, Millers was furious. Damn, if I can't beat Ding Ning, can I still beat you?

So, the two sparks hit the earth, and the sky thunder hit the ground, and they were on fire at the first touch, and they fought.

Song Zhong was unarmed, and Millers did not use a weapon. The two collided hundreds of times in an instant like lightning.

Song Zhong's expression remained the same, but Millers' hands were trembling slightly, grinning in pain, and crying inwardly, how could there be so many monsters in Shenzhou, any one of them would be so powerful.

"It's kind of interesting. As expected of the little monk's helper, you are worthy of my weapon."

Song Zhong untied his sister's body from behind, carefully placed it on the ground, pulled out three silver steel pipe-like objects, and slowly spliced ​​them together, said indifferently: "This is a cold-drink soul-chaser gun. It is worth using this for me over the years. Gunman, you are the thirteenth..."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his head and realized that Millers had long since disappeared. Angrily, Song Zhong yelled, "Do you still have the air of a master..."

Millers curled his lips in disdain when he heard the angry scolding behind him, he really thought I was stupid, and stood there stupidly waiting for you to assemble the gun and stab me. Although this guy is very powerful, he seems to be a bit out of his mind , far worse than Ding Ning.

Ding Ning felt very distressed. He stopped for a minute in front of the Royal League team and almost lost Millers. Finally, he used his consciousness to capture his position again, and he ran into Wuxiang, the third brother again.

He really doesn't want to be nosy and waste time now, Millers must die, but he can't just ignore the third brother's distressed appearance,

Besides, he was also very curious about who could force these brothers to be like this.

"Are you robbing someone's wife, or killing your father?"

Ding Ning stood in the middle of the road with his arms folded, looked at the Wuxiang three panting like a dog, and joked with a smile.

"Brother Ding, I found you."

"Brother Ding, help me."

Wuxiang and Pudding didn't look outside at all, showing a relieved expression, sitting on the ground and panting heavily.

Although Jiang Wuhui didn't open his mouth, he also showed a relieved expression, bent over and supported his knees with both hands, letting the big sweat drip down on the sand, feeling extremely sore in his heart.

Although he was proud and arrogant, he had to admit that this rival who had snatched away the lover of his dreams was far ahead of them and possessed the strength to protect them.

"Tell me, which faction did you offend, that you can hunt down and kill all three of you so embarrassingly?"

Ding Ning reached out and took out three water bags and threw them at them.

"Thanks!"

Jiang Wuhui took the water bag, thanked him politely, and drank it in big gulps.

Wuxiang and Pudding's mouths were dry and peeling, so they didn't bother to thank them, holding the water bag was just a drink.

After drinking all the water in the water bag in one breath, Wuxiang and Pudding seemed to come back to life. You told me what happened in detail.

"Song Zhong, the cold flame soul-chasing gun in the song of red flame hunting?"

Ding Ning showed a dignified look on his expression, but his eyes were shining brightly.

As the so-called shadow of a famous tree can rank alongside Shura who occupies the first place in the Shenzhou martial arts list, this Song Zhong is enough for him to pay attention to.

Ever since he heard the name of Shura for the first time, he has longed for the opportunity to have a hearty battle with Shura. Although Shura is not around now, Song Zhong should not be much weaker than him. The mind keeps rising.

Wuxiang yelled injustice with a bitter face: "Brother Ding, I really didn't kill his sister, they wanted to surround me and grab my license plate, so I clicked their acupoints, I didn't know they would die, how could I kill him?" Song Zhong didn't listen to the explanation, and he decided that I killed him, and I was wronged."

"I trust you."

Ding Ning knew Wuxiang's temper. This child is the reincarnation of a true Bodhisattva who is compassionate and compassionate. How could he kill someone so easily.

"I knew Brother Ding was reasonable and would not leave us alone."

Pudding took a break now and said with a smile.

Ding Ning glared at him angrily: "Should you give me an explanation, I have been blamed for you for a long time."

"Hey, you can't blame me for this. They insisted that you are a disciple of the Holy Sword Remnant Clan. I have never expressed my opinion, but then again, Brother Ding, tell me the truth, are you really a member of the Holy Sword Remnant Clan? ?”

Pudding laughed dryly and asked curiously.

Ding Ning's face became weird, and he asked suspiciously: "I am a disciple of the Holy Saber Clan, don't you know? Aren't you from the Holy Saber Clan? Have you seen me?"

"I haven't seen you in the clan, but who dares to say that you are not a descendant of the leftover disciples of the Holy Saber clan?"

Pudding muttered softly.

The descendants of the remaining disciples of the Holy Sword family?

Ding Ning was shocked all over, revealing a pensive expression.

If he had been in the past, he definitely would not have thought about it, but ever since he knew that he was of the blood of the Three Venerables, and that his father did indeed have the blood of Chi You, he had doubts about it.

What's more, Dad never talked about his grandparents, nor his origin, which had to make his imagination run wild.

"Although the Sacred Sword Clan closes the mountain gate, they are not absolutely inseparable from the world. Every few years, there will be disciples quietly born to practice, but generally they will not reveal their identity and whereabouts. Brother Ding, are you the Sacred Sword Clan? Which of the disciples who were born and experienced in the world was moved by the mortal heart for a moment, and the descendant who stayed in the secular world."

Pudding guessed wildly.

Ding Ning couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "Sorry, my father is still alive."

Pudding was embarrassed for a moment, and he smiled awkwardly and remained silent, feeling a little disappointed in his heart, after all, the disciples who went out to practice in the mountains will return to the family as soon as the time is up.

He had always suspected that Ding Ning was a child of some clansman who stayed in the secular world, but since Ding Ning's father was still alive, there was no such possibility.

"Are you really not a disciple of the Holy Saber Remnant?"

Jiang Wuhui asked doubtfully.

"Of course, if I have such a thick thigh, why don't I admit it."

Ding Ning felt quite speechless. In fact, he was not sure whether he was a descendant of the Holy Sword Remnant Clan. All this may only be solved after seeing his father.

"Then why do you know the Heaven Slaying Knife of the Sacred Sword Survivors?"

Seeing that Ding Ning's expression did not seem to be fake, Jiang Wuhui asked with some doubts.

Pudding's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he stared at Ding Ning to see how he would answer. He had also heard about Ding Ning's ability to kill the sky knife, but because he didn't see it with his own eyes, he couldn't open his mouth. Regret asked for him.

Ding Ning was a little guilty when he heard the words, but his face is now thicker than the city wall, how could he show his flaws in front of a few young people, and sneered without blushing or panting: "People are similar, why can't the sword skills be different?" Are there any similarities? Chi Yang from the Holy Doctor Sect had a feud with me and wanted to kill me, but he didn’t have that ability, so he deliberately advertised that I was a disciple of the Holy Sword Remnant Clan, and then used the ancestral teachings to pull your Holy Sword Villa into the water deal with me."

Jiang Wuhui looked thoughtful, as if he believed what Ding Ning said.

Wuxiang sighed faintly, and said with compassion: "Amitabha, when is the time to repay the injustice, why can't we live in peace?"

Pudding sneered, rubbing Wuxiang's little bald head: "You think too simply, this is a feud, a feud accumulated over thousands of years, how can it be so easy to resolve."

"Since it's all happened thousands of years ago, why continue?"

But Wuxiang didn't agree with his statement, turned his head away angrily, and didn't let Pudding touch his head, he always felt that it was like touching a pet.

"No way, who made Shengyimen and Holy Sword Villa losers?"

Pudding said with some complacency.

"Who says we are losers? Back then, your ancestor Chi You died, and the two ancestors of Emperor Yan and Huang became the emperors of the world. You are the losers."

Although Jiang Wuhui had a close relationship with the two of them and had never betrayed pudding, but in order to protect the dignity of the teacher, he still retorted sharply.

"Tch, that's all the old calendar. In the struggle for hegemony in the world, the winner is the king and the loser is Kou. Although the ancestor Chi You was defeated, he was not defeated by the two emperors Yan and Huang, but by the saints. I really don't know what you are so proud of."

After all, Pudding was young and energetic, his face flushed, and he retorted unconvinced.

"This is how to get more help than others, if it wasn't for Chi You's arrogance and domineering, unpopular, how could he attract the Holy Maiden clan to look down on him and kill him?"

Regarding the glory of the sect, Jiang Wuhui also refused to give up an inch, and fought against each other.

"Tch, then what did your ancestors do? Didn't they kill donkeys, cross rivers and bridges, and almost wiped out the holy women clan."

Pudding retorted with a sneer.

Jiang Wuhui was speechless, and it took him a long time to say unconvinced: "That is the emperor's mind. The saints have seriously threatened the rule of the Yan and Huang emperors. They must be eradicated in order to rule the world. There is no such thing as an exhausted bird in history. Not uncommon."

"So, don't arbitrarily look at history with the eyes of looking at ordinary things. Who dares to say that the ancestors of Chi You were not smeared by Emperor Yan and Huang, so they lured the ancestors of the saints? But what happened? The saints were killed It didn’t end well at all for copying the family and exterminating the clan.”

Pudding was unreasonable and said aggressively.

Jiang Wuhui opened his mouth for a long time, but he couldn't argue with it. After all, the actions of Emperor Yan and Huang who crossed rivers and demolished bridges are well known in the world. With this stain, it's hard to say whether Chi You was discredited in the first place.

Pudding saw that he was silent, so he didn't say any more, but said with a serious expression: "It's all the grievances of the past. Of course, in order to fight for the world, it is not an exaggeration to use any means. Heroes will be judged by success or failure, and I am not rehabilitating my ancestors. In fact, whether it is the descendants of Emperor Yan and Huang, or the descendants of the Holy Maiden and our Jiuli tribe, at the end of the dark calendar, they joined forces to resist When the monsters joined forces, they had already turned hostility into friendship."

"Then why do the ancestors of our Holy Sword Villa and the Holy Doctor Sect still hate you Holy Sword survivors so much?"

Jiang Wuhui said rather puzzled.

Pudding smiled proudly: "Didn't you find out? No matter how much you target my family, our family doesn't care about you. Do you know the reason?"

Not only Jiang Wuhui and Wuxiang, but even Ding Ning's gossip was aroused.

Indeed, the grudges between the Four Sacred Sects had been resolved because of their joint efforts to fight against the demons, but why did the relationship deteriorate sharply afterwards, and even made the ancestors of the Sacred Doctor Sect and the Holy Sword Villa not hesitate to leave behind the ancestors who would be killed if they saw the Sacred Sword Survivors? training?