Supreme Medicinal God

Brother II, holding his half-broken leg, uttered a screaming scream, tearing the serenity of the mountain forest. A scallion fell off the roof, and blood was spurting from the broken leg.

The two Tianquanmen disciples quickly strangled the elder brother’s thighs with rope, and applied gold wound medicine to the broken leg, but the arterial blood vessels were like a bursting water pipe, and a bottle of medicine powder was sprinkled on it. Instead, the two were covered with blood.

Brother II gradually lost his voice, not because he didn't hurt anymore, but his face was as pale as paper, too much blood was lost, and he fainted.

The two Tianquanmen disciples looked at each other, and they didn't understand why Brother Two was so careless and cut off their thighs by themselves.

Although the two did not speak, they were communicating with their eyes.

Brother, this place is a bit evil.

I think it was the man on the roof who made the ghost.

I think this evil door on the roof.

Brother Master, Brother Two are almost out of it. We can't cultivate better than them, and they are not rivals. Let's spread it.

One of the Tianquanmen disciples, Xiaoyanzi wandered around, pretending to have a serious look, and pointed at Ye Feng: "Boy, you don’t want to go. There is a kind of waiting for us here. Our brothers fell one and cut. We hurt our legs and we have to send them to the hospital and then come to you to settle the bill."

After finishing the talk, the two carried a master brother and a brother two, and ran out nervously outside the forest.

Ye Feng showed a cruel sneer. The two guys wanted to slip away, but it was not so easy. Let them slip out, not knowing when they would harm others.

Already running to the edge of the woods, and out of the woods is the road, and their car was parked on the roadside.

The two Tianquanmen disciples whispered while fleeing, "Did the kid not chase you?"

The companion looked back quietly and saw that Ye Feng was still standing on the roof of the ranger's office. He sighed softly: "The kid from Xiemen didn't follow him, he is still standing on the roof."

"That's good, it's about to leave the woods. The breath of the master is so weak, I don't think he will be able to do it."

"Second Brother I'm afraid it won't work anymore. There is too much blood. My clothes are soaked."

Suddenly, there was a dim light in front, and someone blocked them.

The two were furious. They were about to scold which bastard didn't have long eyes to block the way of Lao Tzu. Then he swallowed again at his mouth and stared at the eyes like he saw a ghost.

Ye Feng stood in front of them and looked at them coldly.

They glanced at each other, and from here to the ranger's office, there was at least seven or eight hundred meters. How did this boy come here, did he come by?

They were affirmed this time, Ye Feng was a real person who didn't show his face. Brother Master and Second Brother didn't hurt themselves, it was estimated that Ye Feng did it.

"Brother, the adult doesn't remember the villain. We didn't provoke the elder brother, and we still asked the elder brother to stay alive."

Ye Feng sneered: "If you want to live your life, you abolish each other's martial arts, and then go to the forest farm police station to surrender, you can stay alive."

They actually want to abolish martial arts. They have practiced in Tianquan for several years. It is a pity that the kung fu has been abolished in this way for a few years. Without kung fu, they will be bullied by others everywhere in the future, which is not cost-effective.

"If you let me do it, it's not as simple as abolishing kung fu."

The two looked at each other, and there was a look of evil and fierceness in their eyes. He had never seen this kid do anything. Was he scaring us?

How can we abolish martial arts because of his few words, let's fight with him.

The brutal nature of the two defeated reason, and they touched the axe behind the roots together, slammed the elder brother and elder brother on the ground, pulled out the sharp axe, and chopped towards Ye Feng together.

Ye Feng seemed to be unprepared and stood there as he did, letting the two's axes cut to his neck.

The two Tianquan disciples were very nervous at first. I was really afraid that Ye Feng would do it, but the axe was getting closer and closer to the neck of the other party, and they were about to be cut. The other party didn't fight back or even dodge.

The tension and fear of the two became excitement and excitement, and the two laughed at each other, showing a look of disdain. This kid turned out to be a fool, and was almost scared by him.

However, everything came so suddenly.

The two felt their brains buzz and became blank, and the hand holding the axe suddenly stopped listening.

The sharp axe crossed in front of Ye Feng, changed the trajectory, drew a complete arc in the air, and severely cut into the opponent's neck.

Seeing the sharp axe blade shining in the sunlight, Ye Feng's face became very cold, and the eyes of the two were almost desperate. Then he regretted it. Why didn't he listen to Ye Feng's words?

Thumping, the two cut the other's neck at the same time. The axe almost cut off the necks of the two. At the large arteries of the neck, bloody pipes broke out like blood. The two held their heads and fell down. Go on.

The second brother, who was thrown to the ground, had his eyes closed, his face pale, and he lost a lot of blood, causing him to fall into a deep coma. The brother touched the ground with his limbs, hit the wound, straightened his eyes in pain, and woke up.

He asked tremblingly, "Who are you? Why should you do this to me?"

Ye Feng's eyes were calm: "Someone will be punished for doing wrong, and I will punish you. Tell you, Chen Wu, who is your fist, also dies in my hand, so you can go with peace of mind."

Master's broken limbs continually oozed blood outwards. This time he was awake just to return to the light. After a sentence, he closed his eyes slowly because of a lot of blood loss.

Ye Feng heard a subtle sound of breaking the sky, his senses have exceeded that of ordinary people, otherwise it would be difficult to hear this slight wind.

An old man in a cotton coat stood not far from Ye Feng, his head was bald, and the wrinkles on his face were like old bark, full of folds, layer by layer.

It is strange that this old man is very thin and can be described as skinny. His hands, and the skin on his face, are tightly attached to the bones, and there are almost no traces of meat and fat.

The old man looked at the four disciples of Heavenly Fist who fell in the pool of blood, and his face looked grim.

"Did you kill my apprentice?"

Ye Feng didn't answer, but said with a smile: "Yo, Master is here. Your apprentices are too naughty, I will train them a few words, and they will kill each other one by one. This broken leg cut their own. The thigh, this jumped down from the roof and broke his limbs. The two men hacked each other with an axe. I didn't touch them with a single hair."

"Don't pretend, you didn't touch one of their hairs, but you killed them with your mind, and you can't see that you have a congenital post-realm at a young age."

(End of this chapter)