Medicinal Immortal

"It's you!"

The man in the Zeng family who was in the lead saw the young monk walking out and narrowed his stern eyes: "It's your hands and feet!" Some time ago, the Zeng family attacked the people from Wanfo Temple, but they didn't expect to kill them halfway. A little monk broke their good deeds.

Looking at the little monk in front of him, his murderous intent rose. If this person is not removed, it is bound to be a curse!

Tangning looked at the middle-aged man who stood up with the support of others, and twitched the corners of her mouth: "Let me ruin a pot of pill. What do you want to pay me?"

She had a voice, and glanced at them: "Why don't you pay me for it."

"What an arrogant child! Let me see what you are capable of!" As soon as the voice fell, the middle-aged man attacked Tangning in front of him with a sword in his hand, a killer move.

The disciples in the monastery knew that Master Tang was a man of great ability. At this moment, seeing the man holding a sword against him, they stepped aside, but did not intervene.

"call out!"

A sharp sword aura hit the face, and Tangning drew a dagger out of nowhere and greeted him. When the swords collided, a clanging sound came out. Now that Zeng's family strength is suppressed to the spiritual master, but Tangning is the pinnacle of foundation building. Even if the strength is not suppressed, it is estimated that it will be difficult to hurt her, let alone now.

The sharp knife cut across the middle-aged man's calf, and made a deep wound on his leg. When the flesh was open, blood rushed out.

"hiss!"

The middle-aged man gasped and slashed with the long sword in his hand. However, due to the small figure and extremely fast speed of the opponent, he could not even touch the corner of his clothes. The next moment, he only felt cold on his feet. Before he could react, the sharp dagger had severed his hamstrings.

"what!"

At the same time as the screams were heard, the other members of the Zeng family saw them and couldn't help exclaiming: "Fifth Lord!" As soon as the voice fell, they had already moved forward. Someone supported him, and someone blocked the little monk for him. Another attack.

"Fifth Lord, your feet..."

Someone exclaimed, seeing that his foot couldn't be lifted and he could only drag it away. The blood was flowing, and he couldn't help being surprised. Is this the hamstring broken?

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him for me!" The middle-aged man looked at his feet that he couldn't lift up, and screamed with a loss of calm anger, his sullen expression even showing a bit of madness.

The people from the Zeng family gathered around, attacked with their swords, and stabbed Tangning. The monks who had stepped aside saw this and were about to step forward when they heard Master Tang's voice.

"You stay here, you don't need you." Tang Ning said, watching them come around and twitched the corner of his mouth. The next moment, the small figure rushed forward.

When the disciples in the room heard the movement and searched for them, they saw those people besieging Master Tang, but what they did not expect was that at the moment those people surrounded him, the cold was everywhere, killing intent. It diffused and opened, and some of the Zeng family even held a sword without cutting it.

"boom!"

One of them fell down, his eyes widened, and the sword in his hand also fell off, and a smear of blood slowly oozing blood on his neck...

Dead, dead!

Not only the disciples in the gang stood there stiffly in shock, but the disciple of the law enforcement palace who was standing not far away, and the old monk, all opened their eyes wide in shock and astonishment.