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"Oh no! The young master is ill! Quick! Quick! The chain!"
I saw that those people had panic-stricken faces. Some of them took out black iron chains from their Qiankun bags, while others hugged him tightly and tied him up in a few moves. Finally, they put a sack on him and carried him away.
Leng Hua stood there in a daze, and it took him a long time to come to his senses. Seeing that he had been forgotten, he shook his head and walked towards the Yang family.
The monks carried the man back to the courtyard where they lived. One of them quickly rushed to the courtyard where Murong Yixuan was and said, "Master Murong, Master Murong, this is bad. The master is sick!"
Murong Yixuan, who was practicing cross-legged in the room, opened his eyes and frowned when he heard the sound. Was he sick
He got out of bed and walked out, and saw a cultivator following Yin Ziheng about to rush into his room, so he asked, "Where is your young master?"
"We sent him back to his room, but the young master's condition seems to be a little serious this time," said the monk.
"Take me to see." Murong Yixuan said, and walked out. When he arrived outside the room of another small courtyard, he heard a roar like a beast and the exclamations of those monks.
He pushed the door open and walked in. When he saw the scene inside, he was slightly shocked. He saw Yin Ziheng's muscles bulging, and his gorgeous clothes were bursting, revealing his strange black and purple skin. Looking up, the color from his neck to his face was also black and purple, and there were actually two sharp fangs growing out of his mouth. His eyes were grayish white with only a little black in the middle, which looked very weird.
He opened his mouth and roared like a wild beast. His strength seemed to have increased. Even though he was tied up with black iron chains and pressed down by several monks, he was able to knock those monks away.
Watching this scene, he came back to his senses and asked, "Didn't your master ask you to carry suppressed medicine with you?"
"We did bring it, but the young master has finished eating the ones he had, and the rest is with the second master. The second master said this morning that he was going to the Alchemy Guild, and he hasn't come back yet. The rest of the medicine is with him." A cultivator said anxiously.
"Then hold him down, don't let him break free. Also, one of you should go find Master Yin!" He ordered, frowning as he watched the scene. Suddenly, he saw that one of the cultivators who was holding down Yin Ziheng was only using one hand, with the other hand hanging unnaturally. He asked, "Where did you go before? How did he get sick? How did you injure your hand?"
The three monks were stunned by the series of questions, and they didn't know how to answer for a while. Should they say that they listened to the young master and went out without telling him, and also attacked the Leng manager of Tiandan Tower, but in the end, the Leng manager broke their hands
Seeing the three people hesitating, Murong Yixuan's face darkened and he shouted, "Speak!"
"We went out with the Master and saw Steward Leng on the street. The Master asked us to follow him and invited him to drink. Steward Leng refused, so the Master asked me to catch him. Unexpectedly, Steward Leng had no spiritual energy, but he was very agile and broke my hand with one move."