Medicinal Immortal

Chang Wu covered his abdomen with one hand, his slender eyes flicked a bit of dark, staring at the little monk in front of him, and asked, "Who are you on earth!"

How can a little monk have the ability to hurt an eighth-level Qi refining monk in his family?

Tangning chuckled lightly and stepped forward. The round bamboo in his hand turned and knocked towards the mouth of Changwu's tiger. The medicine bottle that he had been holding in his palm was loosened due to the tingling of the tiger's mouth and fell into Tangning's. Hands.

After being beaten again, the antidote still fell into the hands of the little monk, and Chang Wu was so angry that he yelled at the people around him: "Are you all dead?"

Those people knew that they were not the opponents of the little monk, and they lowered their heads one by one, not daring to move forward.

Tangning played with the medicine bottle in the palm of her hand, staring at Chang Wu, and said coolly, "No? Do you want me to fracture you before leaving? If it's hello, I wouldn't be able to fulfill you. "While speaking, the round bamboo in his hand was raised, and when it appeared to be about to be shot down, he was shocked and retreated with five instincts.

"Master Wu, this little monk is very evil, let's go back first!" The middle-aged man who was vomiting blood came to Chang Wu's side and whispered, while staring at the little monk vigilantly.

"go!"

Chang Wu flicked his sleeves, because his lower abdomen was faintly numb, and he saw that his own person was defeated, and the antidote also fell into the opponent's hands. He was really stealing the chicken and not eroding the rice. He blushed and looked ashamed Turn around and walk away.

Seeing the people of the Chang family retreat, the people of the Zheng family finally managed to get over. They looked at each other, still feeling a little weird.

"Thank you little master, I don't know how the little master is called honorably?" The third uncle of the Zheng family stepped forward and bowed his hand to Tangning, asking gratefully.

If he were not there today, I am afraid that their Zheng family would have been robbed.

Tangning looked at the old man and said with a smile: "Call me Master Tang."

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other, stepped forward, and bowed their hands in a salute: "My Zheng family, thank you Master Tang for saving me. I have offended you before, so please don't blame Master Tang."

No one felt wrong to respect a thirteen or four-year-old monk as Master Tang. After all, the strength of the other party was there, and it was no exaggeration to respect him as Master Tang.

"Master Tang, is that medicine really the antidote?" Zheng Heng stepped forward and asked, and he was still worried about his father's body.

"Let me see."

Tangning put Yuanzhu back to her waist, opened the medicine bottle and smelled it, and smiled, "It is indeed an antidote. Give this antidote to your father. The poison in his body should be cleared soon."

As everyone listened, they were overjoyed: "So, Chonglin is still saved? Great!"

"Master Tang helped the master detoxify before. After the master vomited a spit of poisonous blood, people have already woke up, but because the poison in the body has not been completely removed, and the body is still very weak." Madam Zheng said with a smile: "San Shu Gong , Uncles, why not go in and have a look!"

"Good, good!" Everyone responded quickly and followed her into the room.

Tangning smiled when she saw it, and instead of following in to join in the fun, she summoned Zheng Heng.

"Master Tang has something to order?" Zheng Heng asked, looking at this little monk who was only as tall as his chest, it was hard to believe that he had such a high level of cultivation that he could defeat the servant of the Chang family.

"The Chang family will not let it go, what can you do?"