Master Jun's kick was very sudden and very fast. When the young master in brocade clothes fell to the ground gorgeously, a group of servants came back to their senses.
"Young master!"
They ran over in panic and helped their master up. Seeing the big footprints on the right face, they immediately knew that the foot just now was not light!
Young Master Jinyi covered his face and said in disbelief: "You...you dare to hit me!"
"Boy, you're in trouble!"
"My master is the third son of the Ai family, beating him is equivalent to beating the Ai family!"
"You iron-boned faction wait... wait for the door to be destroyed!"
Several subordinates shouted angrily.
However, he quickly shut his mouth, because all the iron-bone sect disciples came out of the gate at once, standing behind Jun Changxiao and glaring at each one.
The so-called third son of the Ai family has only a few subordinates.
Faced with nearly a hundred disciples of Jun Da's head, he immediately gave up.
It has to be said that having a group of disciples is still very good, at least in this case, without having to do anything yourself, it can bring a strong deterrent force!
Compared with strength, you can't.
Compared with the number of people? You can't do it!
"Ai family?" Jun Changxiao folded his hands and said with a smile: "Is it very powerful? Dare to destroy my iron-boned faction?"
Li Qingyang leaned over and said with an ear: "Master, the Ai family is a famous family in Hu Yangcheng."
Hu Yangcheng
Jun Changxiao has heard that it is one of the eight major cities in Qingyang County, second only to Qingyang City, with a large population and many families and sects.
Li Qingyang said: "The Ai family has been running the elixir business in Huyang City for generations. They are suppliers of elixir for many sects. They have strong financial resources and a lot of friends. They are much stronger than my family."
"So they are selling pills?" Jun Chang smiled and rubbed his nose.
Li Qingyang said again: "This person's name is Ai Zuo, the son of the Patriarch of the Ai family, he is the third youngest, he is a well-known playboy in Qingyang County, who is doing mischief in the city by relying on his family."
"Ai Zuo?"
Jun Changxiao shook his head and said, "This name is meant to be used for beating."
"..."
Li Qingyang was speechless.
He said so much to the head, the point is not whether to be beaten or not, but that this kid's family is not simple and not easy to mess with.
Ai Zuo endured the burning pain on his face, and said angrily: "Boy, hurry up and call out the head of the Iron Bones faction, and ask him to apologize to this young master immediately!"
Jun Chang smiled and said, "Don't shout, the head is right here."
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves coolly, stood with his hands behind his back, and straightened his chest.
Very stylish, very stylish!
"it's here?"
Ai Zuo was startled, looked at Li Qingyang, and then said angrily: "So you are the head of the sect, hurry up and apologize to me!"
The corner of Li Qingyang's mouth twitched, he hurriedly took two steps back, glanced at Jun Changxiao, and told him with his eyes that this is the head of our Iron-Bone Sect.
"Isn't it?"
Seeing him retreating, Ai Zuo realized that he had guessed wrong, and then scanned the disciples behind him. It was really difficult to determine who was the master, and he roared angrily: "Master of the Iron Bones faction, you thought you were hiding in the dark, my young master?" Will you let it go!"
Li Qingyang: "..."
Disciples: "..."
They all thought together, is this guy an idiot
Jun Changxiao, who had put on the appearance of being the master early on, changed his expression again and again, and finally couldn't help but yelled: "Are you a fucking idiot, I'm standing in front of you, I'm going to put your eyes on you!" If you poke it blind, you still can’t see it!”
"Step! Step!"
While speaking, he walked over angrily.
Several servants hurriedly stood in front of the young master, one of them raised his fists, put on a posture, and stammered: "I'm warning... warning you, don't...don't pass..."
"Go away!" Jun Changxiao kicked the big tongue servant out, stopped in front of Ai Zuo, grabbed his collar and pulled him over, and said coldly: "Boy, listen clearly, this seat is the iron-boned faction." Master!"
The voice is low and murderous!
Ai Zuo was so frightened that his scalp went numb and he didn't dare to sweat.
The servants of the Ai family who were supporting him beside him were even more startled and sweated from behind.
Jun Changxiao, who has killed many thieves, once he gets angry, the murderous intent in his eyes and aura is very terrifying. How can a domineering disciple like being beaten can bear it.
"Did you hear that!" Jun Chang laughed angrily.
The voice was loud, and Li Qingyang and all the disciples behind him were startled unexpectedly, and the three words suddenly sounded in Ai Zuo's ears, like a thunder on the ground, his liver and gallbladder were almost bursting with fright, his face gradually distorted, and his mouth was also twisted. Slowly grinned away, almost crying: "Listen... I heard it!"
Jun Changxiao pointed to the steps below, and said coldly, "Get lost."
"Swipe! Brush!"
Several subordinates of the Ai family seemed to have opened up the two veins of Ren and Du in an instant, picked up Ai Zuo as quickly as possible and disappeared without saying a word of cruelty.
Jun Changxiao turned around with his murderous aura still alive.
All the disciples looked at each other, and took a step back with their hairs standing on end.
"The master..."
Li Qingyang said weakly: "Are you okay?"
Jun Changxiao walked over, his murderous aura dissipated slowly, put a hand on his shoulder, rested his head on the back of his hand, and said in a crying voice: "Is this seat so unlike the head?"
Li Qingyang expressed sympathy.
All the disciples expressed that they could understand the sadness of the master.
"do not Cry."
Lu Qianqian leaned under the tree, glanced at the young man lying on the ground, and said calmly: "This man was severely beaten, if he is not treated quickly, he will perish at any time."
…
Iron-backed faction, Medicine Pavilion.
There are no medical devices or things inside, just a rather simple bed, and even the 'Medical Pavilion' brought the injured boy over, and Jun Chang smiled and got up.
A sect not only has an outer courtyard and an inner courtyard, but also a medicine pavilion, a martial arts hall, and a martial arts pavilion, etc.
Take it easy, take it easy.
The road has to be taken step by step, and things have to be done one by one. If you take big steps, it is easy to get messed up.
"Head."
After some examinations, Li Qingyang said: "Eight of his ribs were broken, and he also suffered serious internal injuries. The condition is very bad, and he needs to be treated in time."
Jun Chang laughed and said, "Is there enough time to go to the town to ask for a doctor?"
Li Qingyang shook his head and said: "The injury is too serious, it is difficult for ordinary doctors to heal unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless he uses the elixir handed down from ancient times that I sent, he can save himself from danger."
This person was not as badly injured as he was before. Li Qingyang believed that if the leader took out the healing pill, he could definitely be healed easily.
"this… "
Jun Chang laughed and pondered.
Lu Qianqian pressed her back against the edge of the door, and said lightly, "The kind of elixir that can instantly recover from injuries, do you think it's just jelly beans?"
"Too."
Li Qingyang looked at the young man with a dirty face, shook his head and said, "Master, he can last up to two hours."
Jun Chang smiled, holding his chin, and said, "I really have a ready-made healing pill, do you want to save it, or not?"
"save!"
"No help!"