Rebirth of 1985’s Best Doctor

Mo Yiren looked at Su Jinyue, Lan Die'er and Huang Yushan, "The three of you are following us, we will help you clear the way." They are women, and they are always not as convenient as them.

"Okay." Huang Yushan smiled lightly at Mo Yiren. I didn't expect him to be so considerate.

Mo Yiren smiled back, and walked forward with Qin Yan and Zhou Yanjun, squeezing hard to the front.

"What are you doing? Didn't you see that there is no place here?"

"What's the squeeze? If we could come forward, would we still stand here?"

The three of Mo Yiren glanced at each other, "I'm sorry everyone, we have tickets, if we don't squeeze to the front, we won't be able to get on the boat."

Hearing that Mo Yiren had tickets, many monks gave way to the side as much as possible, and they also envied Mo Yiren that they could buy tickets. Now if you want to buy a ferry ticket, it is really hard to find a ticket. Even if there is a ferry ticket, the price is astonishing.

However, there were also monks who deliberately refused to let go, and even squeezed in front of a few people.

Facing such a person, Mo Yiren and the others were also very helpless and had to pass by.

Zhan Yihan stretched out his hand to hold Su Jinyue's hand, followed the crowd and walked into the crowd. He protected Su Jinyue in his arms and prevented the people around him from touching her.

"Give us your boat tickets, otherwise don't want to leave here." A late Xuanxian cultivator brought several of his companions and stopped the crowd. They came here not only wanting to see the fairy boat, but also wanting to grab a few boat tickets. It's just that they have waited so long and haven't encountered a monk with a boat ticket. Now that I have finally met, how can I let them go. Blame them for being too swagger.

"Why?" Zhou Yanjun glared at the late Xuanxian monks. Want to grab their tickets, they are still tender. He also knew that his few people were a bit too sassy, ​​but if they didn't shout like that, everyone wouldn't give way at all.

"My cultivation base is higher than yours." The late Xuanxian cultivator looked at Zhou Yanjun contemptuously. This world is originally a world where the weak and the strong eat the strong, and the opponent's cultivation base is lower than them, and he must have the consciousness of being bullied.

"Are you really so confident?" Zhou Yanjun raised a playful smile. Su Han's cultivation base was in the middle stage of Shangxian, but he had concealed his cultivation base as before. He always thought that Su Han had hidden his own cultivation skills before.

The cultivator of the late Xuanxian frowned, his eyes swept to everyone again. Could it be that some of these people have a cultivation base that surpasses him? Otherwise, how could this kid show such an expression.

Looking at the crowd carefully, the cultivator of the late Xuanxian stage looked at Zhou Yanjun with cold eyes, "Dare you lie to me!" He had already looked at everyone carefully. Among them, the highest cultivation level was only the middle stage Xuanxian. Although his cultivation base is only one level higher than the opponent's, but as the saying goes, one step at a time, this step seems to be a little bit different, but in fact it is a thousand miles.

Zhou Yanjun smiled mockingly, "Forget it if you don't believe it, but I advise you to get out of it early, or you will regret it."

The cultivator of the late Xuanxian snorted coldly, "I advise you to hand in the ferry tickets, otherwise you will regret it." He had already determined that Zhou Yanjun was lying to him, and Zhou Yanjun's words were just bluffing.

Zhou Yanjun shrugged indifferently, looking as you please.

The cultivator of the late Xuanxian period was even more angry when he saw Zhou Yanjun's appearance, and released his aura and pressed them towards Zhou Yanjun. He will let them know how to write the word ‘regret’, and hope they won’t ask for mercy then.