Medical Master

China.

The land of gas source.

"Anonymous...dead?"

Almost everyone who had ever seen an unknown person was shocked the moment they heard the news.

Especially in the guard area of ​​Jiange.

The four great masters, the people of Liyuan, and Qingyun and others who came with Wuming from Huaxia Wulin, couldn't believe it when they heard the messenger came to report the news.

Qingyun is an exception.

The four great masters and Liyuan, that is watching Wuming grow up step by step.

They have seen countless disasters that the nameless responds to, they have seen countless times the nameless has fallen into danger, and they have also heard of the nameless fall to death countless times.

But every time Wuming came back alive.

No matter what kind of opponent he faced, Wuming won.

How could the nameless die?

How is this possible?

No one wants to believe that Wuming is really dead.

However, everyone is very clear in their hearts that Wuming is facing the Nirvana Lord this time, the demon who has dealt with the entire Chinese martial arts for hundreds of years.

The last time Wuming escaped from the Holy Master's hand, everyone was very surprised.

No one thought of it.

Wuming was able to survive the hunting of the Lord Nirvana.

It is also because of the previous surprises that although everyone is not willing to believe it, they know in their hearts that the nameless death has become a fact.

After all, if the Lord Nirvana really wanted to kill, even if the entire Chinese martial arts rushed forward, the whole army would be wiped out.

Wuming uses his own power to deal with the Lord Nirvana, how can he survive?

With extreme reluctance to believe, everyone fell silent.

A mountain facing the flow of air.

Here, it was originally an unnamed practice place.

On this flat lawn on the top of the hill, two old men were standing in the place where Wuming had practiced, watching from a distance the incomparably sturdy Qi source flow.

"Just heard the news, nameless him..."

Standing next to the old man, Sima Chan, who had recovered from his previous peeping at Skyrim and was seriously injured by the backlash, sighed gently and said, "If you need, I can figure out his life and death for you. "

Talking.

Sima Chan directly raised his right hand.

A touch of stars suddenly appeared at his fingertips.

At this moment of starlight, trying to scratch his fingertips, the old man, who had not spoken, suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed Sima Chan's arm forcibly.

"Life and death."

Looking at the stout source of energy in the distance, the old man shook his head slightly and said: "If he is still alive, even if you don't calculate it, he is still alive. If he is dead, even if you calculate the result, he is still dead. Up."

"Perhaps, I can try to calculate his position."

Sima Chan said.

"No need."

The old man shook his head again and said: "There is no need to use your life to calculate a result that will not be of much use whether you know it or not."

"And, I don't think he will just die like this!"

Sima Chan glanced at the old man. He couldn't see the slightest mood swing on the old man's face. In the end, he could only sigh helplessly: "Oh."

...

Jiange.

"San Lao, is Wuming really?"

The Twelve Swordsmen stood in the back mountain, outside the wooden house where the old three were meditating all the year round, looking at the old three sitting in the wooden house and asking actively.

"Ugh."

The old man with white hair and black eyebrows opened his eyes and sighed long.

"Sigh what?"

Qu Lao, with black hair and white eyebrows, had a cold face, cast a calm look at Yuan Lao, and said: "It's just a piece of news. Although it has been proved that the Mayan Qi source has been destroyed, no one has seen the nameless!"

"See you?"

Yuan Lao curled his lips and said with great regret: "Holy Lord Nirvana takes action. There are several people in this world who can escape. If you give the nameless a few more years, maybe he can become that kind of person, but it's still too early. Pity."

"not necessarily."

Qian Lao, who has not spoken, also opened his eyes at this time and said: "Life and death are not something that can be guessed from ancient times. Some people live well and die when they walk. Some people have been buried, but they have come back to life."

"Every great power is struggling from the line of life and death."

Speaking of this, Qian Lao paused for a while, and then continued to add: "He is Nirvana if he survives, and if he is dead, he falls. Everything depends on him. We can't guess."

...

The remains of Lao Tzu.

This is an unnamed ruin. When the news of an unnamed death came, all the martial artists in the entire ruins were silent.

The secret realm of the ruins, which was originally noisy, seemed to be shielded from all the volume, and it was terrible quiet.

Every martial artist in the depths.

Have received unnamed favors.

Not only this ruin secret realm, but Wuming also brought the quick success method to everyone in the secret realm, which greatly improved everyone's strength.

Moreover, Wuming once preached here.

Let everyone who listen to the lecture benefit a lot.

this moment.

Hearing the news of the nameless death, everyone didn't know what it was like, anyway it was uncomfortable.

Above the clouds.

In the garden of the fifth generation family, Yunyangzi and Wuqian walked side by side, and the two were about to leave here and return to the source of Qi.

"Do you believe?"

Fifth Qian asked.

"I don't believe it, but I can't help it."

Yun Yangzi frowned, shook his head and said, "He..."

When the words came to his lips, Yun Yangzi suddenly paused, then let out another breath, adding: "Although he came later than us, he has always been in front of us, and you and I have even caught up with him. I have no qualifications, so I don’t know, I can’t see his way."

After speaking, a touch of bitterness appeared on Yunyangzi's face.

"Yes."

Fifth Qian raised her head in sorrow, and said: "The warriors of our generation thought they were living in an era when the world was peaceful, and thought they could practice carefree, but who knows that there are still So many wars."

"He has always seen more than we have seen, maybe this is why he is so desperate when facing everything, right?"

Yunyangzi and Wuqian looked at each other, nodded slightly and said, "In any case, we hope he can come back."

...

On the square under the clouds.

"Anonymous died?"

After obtaining the Quick Success Method, Yi Lao's strength has been greatly improved, and the whole person has become much younger than before.

"Do not."

"He won't die, he can't die!"

Thinking of the young man who had participated in incomparable in his manor back then, Yi Lao shook his head repeatedly.

He didn't believe it.

In his heart, he always held very high hopes, always thinking that Wuming could never die so easily.

same.

After He Gaoming and others knew.

All the brothers who followed the nameless were completely enveloped by an unbearable sense of depression and grief.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"How could the boss die?"

"The boss will not die, the boss will certainly not die."

Above the clouds, He Gaoming gathered with all his brothers, shaking their heads frantically, unwilling to believe the news.

However, as he talked, everyone's eyes were red.

Silent tears flowed quickly from everyone's red eyes.

There is no sound.

Even if the tears flowed, no one was sobbing.

"I'm going to practice."

After a long silence, He Gaoming opened his mouth and said in a very hoarse voice: "I believe the boss will come back. If he can't come back, I will avenge him!"

"Avenge for the boss!"

"We want to avenge the boss!"

Brothers, all clenched their teeth, each face was full of anger, and they were madly plunged into cultivation and training, as if they were possessed by a demon.

...

Northern Xinjiang.

Military restricted area, base.

"nameless……"

Li Ji, who heard the news, stood in the room where he often communicated with the nameless, holding a landline phone in his hand, standing in place as if he had lost his soul, and there was a beep from the microphone The line sound lasted for a long time, but he couldn't wake him up.

now.

He thought of what had happened from the first day he knew Wuming. He thought of Wuming's contributions to China over the years and everything he had done for China. He also thought of Wuming's true identity.

Scenes of scenes flashed in front of our eyes continuously.

The flashing of each scene makes my heart feel like a needle pierced by needles, which is used for a piercing pain.

This feeling of heartache pulled him out of his absence.

"what……"

As if collapsed, Li Ji's body softened, his left hand slapped on the table in front of him, his eyes flushed, as if he had some acute illness, and he gasped for breath.

There was no sound of weeping.

After breathing for a while, Li Ji gradually stopped his breathing, then put down the landline phone, picked it up again, and tremblingly dialed a phone number.

"Hey?"

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

"report."

Li Ji gritted his teeth and opened his mouth and said: "Regarding the nameless matter, should we condolences to the nameless family?"

The words came out.

The person over the phone was also silent.

After a long time.

"Wait again."

There was a response sound from the other end of the phone, and then he directly hung up.

the other side.

Located in the planting base in the military restricted zone.

"Hey……"

After finishing his work, Jiang Miaoyu, who habitually walked to Fangqiu’s office to help Fangqiu clean up, just walked to Fangqiu’s desk, and suddenly felt a pain in his heart. While his feet were soft, his eyelids began to go crazy. Jump up.

"What's wrong with me?"

Quickly stabilized his body and sat on Fangqiu's office chair. Jiang Miaoyu took a few loud breaths, then rubbed his heart and said, "Why are you so flustered suddenly?"

Maybe it was the sixth sense, maybe it was some other reason, or maybe it was because I hadn't contacted him for too long. Jiang Miaoyu took out his cell phone and immediately called Fangqiu.

"Sorry, the phone you dialed is turned off, please try again later."

On the other side of the phone, there was a merciless reminder.

Jiang Miaoyu hung up and dialed again.

Still shut down.

After waiting for half an hour, the panic still persists, and Fang Qiu’s phone call has not been able to get through. Jiang Miaoyu stood up and glanced outside. He wanted to find Fang’s father and mother, but his feet had just stepped out. It stopped immediately.