The fat man lay down on the ground and asked in surprise, "What did you say? King Medicine is still on the mountain?"
The warrior didn't answer, but stepped forward and kicked him again. The fat man turned around and tried to run away, but was kicked in the buttocks and left his mouth full of dirt.
"Don't fight, don't fight, there must be some fraud in this matter." Nanfeng eagerly wanted to go over to help, but before he could get close, another warrior who came after him grabbed his collar and slapped him with his backhand, "Said , who sent you?"
The warrior lost the carrier pigeon and was furious. He struck hard and struck Nanfeng dizzy with just one palm, causing stars to flash in front of his eyes.
Seeing Nanfeng being caught and beaten, the fat man shouted and wanted to come to help, but was stopped by one of them, "You bitch, where are you going?"
While the fat man was being stopped, the warrior who was holding Nanfeng slapped Nanfeng with his backhand, causing Nanfeng's nose to bleed.
Seeing the opponent's deadly move, the fat man became anxious. Seeing that the opponent was about to kick him again, he roared about luck, and Zama raised his arms and used the eight-part golden body.
The martial artist never expected that the fat man would do this. Not only did he fail to knock the fat man down with his kick, but his ankle was sprained by the shock.
Although these warriors were not low in cultivation, they were all above the light blue aura. Seeing that the fat man could shake the warrior away, they immediately raised their vigilance, rushed forward, and besieged them on all sides.
The fat man knocked the warrior back and wanted to take the opportunity to come over and protect Nan Feng, but before he could rush forward, he was surrounded by people and knocked to the ground with fists and kicks.
"We didn't lie. King Yao must have had an accident. If you go up again..."
Before Nan Feng could finish speaking, someone kicked him down, "You're not lying? Didn't you say you don't know kung fu? You're trying to fool us. The fat man's iron cloth shirt was full of fire. Who sent you?" ?”
At first Nanfeng was still thinking about how to convince everyone, but after a while he thought of nothing else. The warriors were so angry that they struck hard, and he was almost knocked unconscious.
"Don't hit him, it was my idea, hit me." The fat man shouted loudly.
Originally, there were several people surrounding the two of them, but when the fat man shouted, two of the people who beat Nanfeng walked towards the fat man.
As soon as there were fewer people around, Nanfeng became relieved from the beating and regained his consciousness slightly. He raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face. After the blood covering his eyes and face was gone, his vision became clear again. At a glance, he saw two figures coming from the mountainside. Flash past and disappear into the jungle to the west.
"Look, someone is running away." Nan Feng pointed north eagerly.
Someone turned around after hearing the sound, but saw nothing. Angrily, he kicked Nanfeng's left arm and said, "You are still not honest. You are still trying to trick people in such a situation."
This kick was impartial, and it hit Nanfeng's injured area. After a crisp sound of broken bones, the arm that had never fully healed was broken again.
Nanfeng ignored the pain and shouted again, "Look, another one has escaped."
"Why are you howling? It's called mourning." Someone kicked him.
The departing figure moved slowly this time, but no one looked back. After a few ups and downs, the figure also disappeared into the west mountain.
Seeing this situation, Nanfeng was completely discouraged. He was about to curl up and hold his head to avoid getting hurt, but he found that the figure from before appeared again, moving quickly from the west mountain to this place.
After a heavy beating, these warriors calmed down a bit and stopped kicking randomly. Instead, they shouted and cursed, asking who ordered the two of them to come and cause trouble.
As everyone pressed for questioning, the figure in the distance moved quickly. Due to the distance, the appearance could not be clearly seen. Without spiritual energy cultivation, the complexion could not be seen. We could only roughly judge who this person was based on the movement he used when moving. Dongxuan cultivation base.
As we got closer, we could vaguely see that the person coming was a thin old man, probably around sixty years old, wearing gray cloth clothes and light black cloth boots.
The old man approached from a distance. When he got close, he put away his posture and slowly walked down the mountain road.
Since Nan Feng kept looking north, a martial artist looked back and hurriedly said to everyone, "Don't fight, the King of Medicine is here."
After hearing this, everyone hurriedly left the two of them behind and gathered at the foot of the mountain to wait for the old man to arrive. When he arrived, they raised their hands and saluted, "I have met you, sir."
The old man looked gloomy and didn't answer. He nodded slowly as a return greeting.
"How's it going? Are you dead?" The fat man ran over to help Nanfeng.
"The arm is broken again." Nanfeng grinned. The fat man's legs and feet were intact, but his head and face were injured and his face was bruised and swollen, like a pig's head.
"You're used to it anyway." The fat man took pleasure in his misery.
While the two were talking, the old man left the crowd and walked toward them. When he got close, he lowered his head and looked at Nanfeng.
Nanfeng frowned and raised his head. The old man tilted his head and squinted, looking up and down. After a moment, he raised his left hand to smooth his beard on his chin. When his left hand touched his face, he suddenly wrinkled his nose and stuck out his tongue, making a face at Nanfeng.
Fatty and Nanfeng were standing together and saw the old man making a face. Someone called the old man the King of Medicine before. This kind of face should not appear on the face of an old man in his sixties, let alone on the face of a medicine man. On the king's face.
Nanfeng had doubts about this person's identity, but when he saw him making a face, he immediately guessed who this person was. Judging from his stature, he looked similar to Zhuge Chanjuan. Looking at the earlobes, there are subtle traces of covering the ears and eyes.
Nanfeng was greatly embarrassed when he saw Zhuge Chanjuan. He raised his hand to wipe the blood without looking at her.
Although Zhuge Chanjuan disguised herself as Uncle Wang, she seemed unable to change her voice or speak. After looking at the two of them, she turned around and looked around at the warriors coldly.
Seeing her unkind expression, all the warriors mistakenly thought that Medicine King was blaming them for bullying the weak, so they all bowed their heads.
After looking around, Zhuge Chanjuan waved to the two of them and stepped forward.
Nan Feng stood still. He understood that Zhuge Chanjuan wanted to save him, but he couldn't leave. He suffered so much just to get the elixir. If he left, he would get nothing.
Seeing the two of them standing still, the concierge trotted over and said, "Sir, he asked you to go up the mountain with him, so hurry up and go."
"We have a request from the King of Medicine and we cannot go with him." Nanfeng said.
"Look at you, you were so heavy-handed and you were so confused," the porter complained about the warriors. After saying this, he said to Nanfeng, "Sir is right in front of you. If you have any demands, you can tell him."
Nanfeng's previous words were meant for Zhuge Chanjuan. He had to let Zhuge Chanjuan know that he was seeking help from the Medicine King and could not leave with her. After hearing the concierge's words, Nanfeng said again, "We can't go up the mountain. Once we go up the mountain, They will be silenced, we have to stay here, the homing pigeons have been released, and it won’t be long before the masters from various sects come over, and we have to let them bear witness to us.”
Everyone was confused by Nanfeng's words. They didn't know whether he wanted to complain to the masters of his sect or was angry with someone. No one knew that he was indirectly telling Zhuge Chanjuan that you have to leave quickly, otherwise you will be blocked here.
Outsiders were confused, neither what they said nor what they heard were confused. When Zhuge Chanjuan heard Nanfeng's words, she stopped, hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly, then put her hands behind her back and went up the mountain.
Zhuge Chanjuan made such a fuss, which made those warriors feel anxious. Judging from the look on Yao Wang's face, it was obvious that he was dissatisfied with them for bullying the weak. When the masters of our sect came, I'm afraid they would scold them, right? , the two of them are now beaten like this. If they are seen by the masters of this sect, they will definitely be punished. But if we let them go, we won't be able to explain the carrier pigeon issue to our experts.
It was not good to let them go, and it was not good to keep them. Under the conflict and entanglement, they could only go back to their houses, ignoring the two of them, and let them stay on their own.
The fat man helped Nanfeng sit down in the corner and asked in a low voice, "Is your wife pretending to be this?"
Nan Feng nodded.
"This little girl is really nice to you. She took the risk and came back to save you." The fat man was envious.
Nan Feng bared his teeth and frowned, but did not answer.
Seeing the pain on Nanfeng's face, the fat man went to check his arm, "You have your bones broken every two days. I have to learn how to set bones in the future."
Nanfeng was in unbearable pain and had no intention of quarreling with the fat man.
"The skills I learned are still useful. Look at me, there's nothing wrong with me." The fat man was very proud.
"Stop it, you've been beaten into a pig's head, and you don't forget to brag." Nanfeng used the fat man's words to say something back to him.
"What can we do? I don't know how to set bones." The fat man touched the stubble of Nanfeng's bone. This time the displacement was more serious than last time, and his arm had begun to swell.
Nanfeng didn't answer and turned his head to look at the mountain road. At this time, Zhuge Chanjuan had disappeared.
Seeing that Nan Feng was seriously injured, Fatty was extremely anxious. He shamelessly ran over and asked the warriors who knew how to set bones. Everyone ignored him. In desperation, Fatty had no choice but to seek help from the concierge.
Although the concierge was a servant, he had learned a few medical skills from his own eyes and ears. Based on Zhuge Chanjuan's previous expressions, he guessed that King Yao had pity for the two of them, so he came over to help Nanfeng set his bones, reset them, and splint them.
The fat man borrowed another wooden bucket and brought water over to help Nanfeng wipe away the blood on his head and face.
"What should we do now?" The fat man sat next to Nanfeng.
"When the masters from various sects come over, they are smarter than these stupid donkeys, and they will definitely go up the mountain to confirm..."