Wu Yugang is well-known in this village. He is praised by the villagers for his medical skills and martial arts. The resolution of many disasters is inseparable from the Yang family. Today, Wu Yugang came forward again to resolve these conflicts. It seems very unfair to the villagers. Although Renmen didn't say it in his heart, he still had his own ideas in his heart. Regardless of whether this idea is good or bad, this chivalrous heart is rare in the world.
The martial arts practitioners in these villages are no strangers to fighting. Seeing Lan Caihe and Wu Yugang fighting the bad guys, the young villagers' long-lost fighting spirit was hard to control. After all, the two sides fighting in front of them looked like a martial arts fight on the stage, as if it was just a show. This was a rare opportunity for young people who had not practiced actual combat for a long time.
Wu Yugang drew out his sword, controlled it, and attacked Han Xu. The sword shone in the moonlight, and its sharp cold color was reflected on the battlefield. The glittering cold light suddenly burst out in the gap between the battles, catching Han Xu off guard. Han Xu, who had not yet shown how hard it was to deal with Lan Caihe, was disrupted by Wu Yugang's sudden joining.
Although Han Xu's cultivation was not low, and the skills of the Axe of Creation that Xing Tian had learned were rare in the world. Han Xu turned all his hatred and resentment into the Axe of Creation. He swung the axe like a wheel, impervious to wind and rain, and hard to get in even if splashed with water.
When Lan Caihe attacked, he did not intend to kill Han Xu, but to control the immortal energy to shine on Han Xu, waiting for his physical weakness to weaken, and then capture him in order to influence him. Heaven has the virtue of loving life, and this immortal is also well versed in the way of heaven. Turning enemies into friends is the best strategy. Although Lan Caihe knows the mystery, he also needs to use the immortal's ability to save the world and show the power of the great way.
Where Wu Yuguang's sword rose, the Tiangang Qi condensed. The powerful and strong Tiangang Qi dispersed the soft dissolving Qi. The sword took advantage of the gap and entered, stabbing and slashing.
Wu Yugang and Lan Caihe fought Han Xu together, forcing Han Xu to retreat step by step. However, the stubborn Han Xu still did not repent and stubbornly resisted the attacks of the two immortals.
Although the villagers were watching from the sidelines, they also knew a little about the power of the immortals' magic. However, seeing Han Xu's continuous retreat, a young man was so angry that he quietly picked up the Pudao in his hand from behind. This Pudao was also as long as a stick, but most of it was occupied by the blade.
The young man took advantage of Han Xu's unpreparedness, suddenly jumped out from behind and stabbed Han Xu in the back.
Han Xu was swinging his axe, trying to neutralize the force of Lan Caihe's spear, when he suddenly felt an unfriendly golden wind behind him. As a result, the axe did not restrain its momentum, but went with the flow, turned around, and swept towards the attacking machete.
There was a shocking sound, and the broadsword was broken into two pieces by the sweep of the axe. The young man staggered under the axe's force, and before he could stand firm, the broadsword came down from above, slashing at the young man. It was extremely difficult for him to dodge.
The young man felt a chill running through his body. He closed his eyes and fell to the ground.
In fact, when the axe was about to touch the young man, Wu Yugang thought it was bad, and hurriedly drew his magic sword to hit Han Xu. If Han Xu did not stop, he would surely die under the sword. In desperation, Han Xu had to withdraw his axe to block the sword. However, the evil spirit on the axe entered the young man's body. The young man lost consciousness.
How could a mortal withstand the attack of evil spirits! Not to mention the disinfecting spirit gathered on the axe. This breath was extremely cold, and was saturated with implicit resentment and cold poison. This young man must be dead.
Lan Caihe was anxious when he saw the young man fall under the evil spirit. He quickly took the opportunity to stab out with the spear in his hand. At this time, Han Xu was blocking Wu Yugang's sword. One in front and one behind, the two attacked together. It was difficult to dodge.
Han Xu thought to himself that this was not good, and suddenly leaned to the side, and the spear pierced his shoulder. Han Xu yelled and jumped out of the circle.
The injured Han Xu pointed at Lan Caihe and others and said loudly: "It turns out that he is really so vicious and cruel. It is really shameful." Then he flew away.
When Wu Yugang stood up and was about to chase after him, Lan Caihe stopped him and said, "No need! It's more important to save the person in front of you!"
After hearing what Lan Caihe said, Wu Yugang stopped and came to the villager lying on the ground. He put his hands on the man's wrists, but he could no longer feel the pulse. He was a little panicked because he had never encountered such a strange disease. There was only cold air in the pulse, and there was no life at all.
At this time, Lan Caihe had already put away the Baihua that was chopped into pieces by Han Xu, and came close to Wu Yugang. He found that Wu Yugang's frightened expression seemed a little wrong. This is a famous doctor, how could he be so weird? The villagers were also puzzled when they saw it.
Lan Caihe put the flower basket aside, leaned down, and felt the man's pulse. However, in the blink of an eye, Lan Caihe smiled and said to Wu Yugang: "It seems that there is still hope! It's not serious!"
Seeing Lan Caihe's calm demeanor, the villagers anxiously said, "Master, please save this man as soon as possible!" People touched his cold body and pleaded eagerly.
Wu Yugang was also extremely anxious. After all, he had just checked that unless there was Laojun's immortal elixir that could bring the dead back to life, it would be difficult to save the young man's life. If he wanted to ask the King of Hell to let the young man go, it might be too late now. Wu Yugang looked at Lan Caihe with some doubts, not knowing what to say. It seemed that he had no better way.
Lan Caihe looked at the anxious faces of the crowd and said to Wu Yugang, "Do you have a good cure?" Wu Yugang shook his head. Although he was an immortal, he did not have immortal medicine. Without rice, you can't cook.
Lan Caihe nodded and said to Wu Yugang, "However, when I was learning Taoism, I once got a good prescription. I wonder if it can be used!"
Wu Yugang heard what Lan Caihe said and said hurriedly: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Human life is at stake and it is not a joke. Master, please give it a try!"
Everyone listened to Lan Caihe's words and pleaded again and again. After all, he was fine when he came here, but he didn't want to be in his current state. His family must not know about it. Since Wu Yugang, the miracle doctor, is not good enough, and the Taoist priest who came from nowhere has the skill to bring the dead back to life, they have no choice but to try their best! (To be continued)