The Dragon from Hell

"You're talking nonsense!"

Song Huishi was the first to stand up and interrupted Qin Feng directly: "Mr. Jiang, don't listen to him. He must have used some conspiracy just now and is now deceiving you!"

"I think you should give an order to let the disciples of the Wumeng take down this villain and take him back to the Wumeng to slowly deal with him. Don't be afraid that he won't tell the truth!"

She was afraid that Jiang Suiliu would believe Qin Feng, and hurriedly advised: "Maybe he gave you some colorless and tasteless poison when he fought with you just now, but you just didn't find it."

"Don't believe the words of such a despicable villain!"

If she didn't take Chen Chuqing back, how could she take revenge?

But unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Suiliu suddenly turned around and stared at her with a pair of gloomy eyes.

That look, just a glance gave her goose bumps all over her body, and her throat seemed to be blocked by something.

Too scary...

"You mean, I'm so old and my eyes are blurry that I don't even know if I've been poisoned?"

Jiang Suiliu stared at Song Huishi with sinister eyes: "Why don't you try and see if I'm really old!"

Song Huishi was startled, her legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground.

Ran Fengxi glared at her, and Song Chunyun also hurriedly pulled her behind him: "Shut up, there's no place for you to talk here!"

"Sorry, Mr. Jiang, my daughter is ignorant and offended you with her words, please don't mind it."

"She's just worried that you'll be harmed by a villain..."

"Haha," Jiang Suiliu sneered: "Since she's ignorant, don't bring her out in this kind of occasion. She's still ignorant in her twenties, Mr. Song should take her to see a doctor when he's free, and if that doesn't work, it's okay to have a third child while she's still young!"

Jiang Suiliu's words made Song Huishi tremble with anger, but she didn't dare to refute.

The Song family has not yet completely taken Qinghai into their pockets. They no longer have the glory of a hundred years ago, and are suppressed by the Hong family in every way.

The Sichuan Wumeng is now a member of the Hong family, and Jiang Suiliu, the head of the family, is treated as a distinguished guest in the Song family.

Today, it seems that Jiang Suiliu brought people to support the scene, but in fact, the Song family could not find anyone, so they could only ask the Hong family to send someone to help.

So even if it was humiliating, she could only endure it and put all the anger on Chen Chuqing and that bastard named Qin Feng!

Seeing that she shut up, Jiang Suiliu turned around and said in a much gentler tone than before: "This... sir, you said you can see the abnormality in my body, may I ask what the reason is?"

Jiang Suiliu can be considered flexible. Just now he wanted to fight Qin Feng, but in the blink of an eye he could ask humbly.

"Considering your age, it's okay for me to tell you."

Qin Feng doesn't like to keep people in suspense, so he said, "If I tell you that the last three moves of the Nine-Gate Poison Dragon Hand you practice are actually wrong, you might find it hard to accept it, right?"

"That's impossible!"

Jiang Suiliu denied it without even thinking about it.

"I have been practicing this set of Nine-Door Poison Dragon Hand for thirty years and have killed more than a hundred enemies. How could it be wrong?"

Qin Feng was not surprised by his answer: "To tell you the truth, I also learned from my master that the last three moves of the Nine-Door Poison Dragon Hand had been lost during the spread of the Nine-Door Poison Dragon Hand a hundred years ago."

"Later, someone felt that it was a pity that this martial arts secret was lost, so they made up the last three moves without authorization."

"And these three moves were originally nothing, and it didn't matter if they were used for a while, but if they were accumulated over time, you would find that the luck of these three moves was actually completely in conflict with the previous moves."

"It doesn't show up at ordinary times, but as long as you use it continuously, the qi in your body will be completely dispersed, and it will be stagnant in the dantian and not be released..."

Just now, Qin Feng saw Jiang Suiliu gaining momentum and had already seen which move he was using.

I had heard from my master before that the Nine-Door Poison Dragon Hand itself was a move that hurt others and yourself, not to mention that the last three moves had been tampered with by someone.

It's okay to practice casually, but if you master it, you will be dead soon.

It stands to reason that Jiang Suiliu has been practicing this move for thirty years, and he should have attacked long ago.

However, he should have been pampered in the Sichuan Wu League for too long, and he didn't have the opportunity to use the last three moves, which delayed his death.

And Qin Feng's dodging just now was deliberately tempting him to use the last three moves, and by the way, he led out his hidden evil!

Qin Feng was calm and stretched out his hand to Jiang Suiliu's lower left rib: "If you don't believe it, you can try it again, use your original luck method to use the last move of Zhuolang Huilong, and see if it will cause you to spit blood."

Jiang Suiliu naturally would not believe Qin Feng's words. After driving away the others, he used his luck and momentum.

But before he could use it,He felt a sharp pain in his lower left ribs, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out!

As the turbid blood spurted out, he felt the air in his body running around, and quickly stopped his moves, staring at Qin Feng with a pair of bloodshot eyes: "Sir, save me!"

At this point, how could Jiang Suiliu still question Qin Feng?

He knew his own body best. Although he claimed to be a martial arts master, he would still be afraid when he was really about to die.

He was fearless when he was young, because he had too little experience and too little.

If he really waited until he was in his current position, with profound martial arts, no worries about food and clothing, and a respected status, he would not want to die.

Everyone present was stunned that Jiang Suiliu actually asked Qin Feng for help.

Jiang Suiliu, the head of the Sichuan Martial Arts Alliance, the mysterious martial arts master, and the respected status, actually asked an ordinary young boy for help?

What a joke!

At this moment, Jiang Suiliu ignored the eyes of others. He asked Qin Feng anxiously: "Since you can see where my problem is, you must know how to solve it, right?"

Qin Feng smiled leisurely: "In fact, even if you and I don't fight today, you only have three months to live."

"Your current symptoms will naturally appear in a month."

"Two months before death, you will become a complete cripple. Not to mention martial arts, you won't even have the strength to move your fingers."

"Even if you don't die in three months, you can only spend the rest of your life in bed. You can't lift your hands, open your eyes, or speak."

"In an extremely sober state, you will become a complete cripple!"

Qin Feng didn't add any water to these words, and even conservatively.

After all, if the situation is serious, Jiang Suiliu is likely to burst blood and die directly, and his death will be extremely miserable.

At this time, Jiang Suiliu's old face has turned pale. The situation that is more difficult to accept than death... is that life is worse than death!

He looked at Qin Feng eagerly, hoping to get a way to save him from Qin Feng.

But Qin Feng just smiled: "I can save you."

Before he could be happy, he heard Qin Feng say: "But why should I save you?"