"How is Feng'er's injury? Did you hurt your heart?" At the First Elder's residence, the First Elder asked anxiously after the first doctor checked Mu Feng's injury.
Injury to the muscles and bones is not a big deal, and it can always be cured. If the heart is injured, Mu Feng will be completely finished. After all, the Mu family's Tianxin Kung Fu is different from ordinary kung fu, the most important thing is the heart.
"There is no damage to the heart vein." The doctor hesitated and replied.
"That's good, that's good." The First Elder didn't notice his hesitation, and when he heard that Mu Feng's pulse was intact, he was relieved and said happily.
"However, although Mr. Feng's heart veins are fine, his other internal organs are displaced, his meridians are ruptured, and his injuries are extremely serious. If he doesn't have a year or two to cultivate, let alone make further progress, even if he recovers his previous strength, it will not be enough. It's possible."
"What?!" The Great Elder was stunned, and later, he gritted his teeth and said, "This Mu Hanyan is so ruthless, he doesn't even care about the slightest kinship, and makes such a murderous move."
When he gritted his teeth and said these words, he completely forgot one thing. If Mu Hanyan hadn't unexpectedly possessed the sixth-level strength of a swordsman, Mu Hanyan would be injured now, and his injury would probably be worse than Mu Feng's. It is more than twice as serious, whether the heart can keep healthy is a problem.
"Mu Hanyan, I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him!" Hearing the doctor's words, Mu Feng howled hysterically in grief and anger.
"Kill, what do you use to kill him? Can you beat him? Isn't it enough for you to lose face?" The Great Elder was already in a bad mood, and he was even more depressed after hearing this. drank.
No wonder he was so angry. Mu Feng was his only grandson and his only hope. The reason why he was staring at the position of Patriarch was, after all, not to lay a foundation for this only descendant.
Over the years, he has spent almost all of his resources on Mu Feng, and raised his cultivation to the fifth level of swordsman like a seedling. He thought that this battle with Mu Hanyan would definitely make him shine. Shooting, establishing an unshakable position in the new generation of the family, successfully getting the marrow-washing pill in his hands, and then skyrocketing to a higher level, can also make his old face look good, who would have expected such an ending in the end.
Don't look at Mu Feng howling hysterically, but after being reprimanded by his grandfather, he immediately calmed down, met the cat with the mouse, and his howling turned into a low voice: "I know I can't beat him, but I can't beat him." Reconciled, I am not reconciled."
"You are not reconciled, can I be reconciled? Who would have thought that this waste would have such strength." The Great Elder roared in a muffled voice like a wounded old beast.
"Strength, by the way, Mu Hanyan, this trash, I've been staring at him all these years, I don't know what kind of guy he is, how could he suddenly have the strength of a sixth-level swordsman?" Mu Feng As if being reminded, he said bitterly.
The Great Elder was silent for a while, this matter was indeed a bit strange, but he was thinking about Mu Feng's injury earlier, so he didn't think much about it.
"I figured it out, it must be that Pill of Veining Vessels. Mu Rui'an must have given that Pill to Mu Hanyan privately, otherwise that trash would never have such strength." Mu Feng Said for sure.
"This is the only possibility." The Great Elder nodded, other than that, he couldn't think of any other possibility.