Chapter 1223: The Poisoner
Wanda lifted one of the injured man's arms with both hands and quickly pressed it to determine the location of the fracture, then turned his head to look around, and said to the Wudang disciple standing next to him: "Take some chopsticks or wooden planks and cloth to help me fix the fracture place" As he spoke, he and the Wudang disciple quickly fixed the injured person's bones.
People who practice martial arts generally heal their injuries, and injuries such as trauma and fractures are often encountered by martial arts people, and generally martial arts practitioners know some treatment methods. And the ancestral stunt of the Wan family is originally martial arts and medical skills, and the treatment of such injured people is even more familiar.
At this time, Taro Takahashi and Li Shixun on the field were both slightly separated with their feet, their bodies slightly squatting, their right palms stretched forward, and their left palms protected in front of their chests. The palms of the two intersected tightly together, their eyes stared at their opponents angrily, their eyes seemed to spark in the air, and the clothes on their bodies shook with the fierce true qi emitted from their arms.
One of the faces of the two was pale cyan, and the other was red, and a cold aura emanated from Takahashi's hands. The face of the old man opposite was red, and beads of sweat had already appeared, but his body was still standing firmly in place, his eyes were firmly fixed on the other party's slender eyes, and his palms continued to urge a fierce internal force.
The surrounding martial arts people and those ronins all had nervous expressions on their faces, the palms holding the weapons were already full of sweat, and their eyes were firmly fixed on the two palms that intersected in the air. They know that this kind of static game is far more dangerous than holding a knife and a gun, and there is no room for shortcuts in the competition of internal strength, and they can only win by their own skills. The loser was either killed on the spot or suffered severe internal injuries.
Wondershare walked briskly towards the crowd. At this time, the owner of the inn was holding his stomach, and he was sitting on the ground with a painful look on his face, and the shopkeeper was pulling his arm hard to pull him up, and said to the two officials next to him: "Please ask the two masters to take care of it, fight here, and our inn will be over."
The old catcher was full of embarrassment, reached out to help the shopkeeper pull the innkeeper up and sit on the bench, and whispered with a wry smile: "Tube? As far as we go, we will also end up with your boss. Those ronins set up this ring to compete with the martial arts people of the Central Plains, and the name is justified. And they have already bought off the government secretly, otherwise how could they send so many of us to maintain law and order, and they are also afraid of causing public anger and riots."
The sound of catching fast was very small, but Wanxing had already heard it clearly, and said secretly in his heart: No wonder this little widow is so rampant, although it is justified to compete in the ring, and casualties are inevitable, but it is a competition, not a battlefield of life and death, once the winner is divided, he must stop immediately, how can he hurt people's lives for no reason? The Wudang disciple just now, if he hadn't met someone like himself who knew both medical skills and profound internal strength, he would have died.
He turned his head to look at the crowd around him, gently pushed away the few martial arts people who were blocking in front of him, and strode into the arena by himself. He stood four or five meters behind the old man, glanced at the center with his eyes, and a trace of horror suddenly flashed in his eyes, and his feet suddenly staggered forward, and his right hand swung forward violently.
At the same time, a cyan color suddenly appeared on the face of the young ninja on the other side, and two light blue rays shot out of his slender eyes. "Woo", a cold breath suddenly rushed from the palm of his hand opposite the old man to the palm of the other party.
"Hmm!" The old man suddenly let out a muffled snort, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and a wisp of bright red blood flowed down the corner of the old man's mouth.
"Ahh With the exclamations of the surrounding Huaxia martial arts people, Taro Takahashi on the opposite side had a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, and his body chased after the old man like lightning, and the raised right palm with the cold wind of "whoosh" went straight to the old man's heart, and the surrounding Central Plains martial arts people had been forced to retreat one after another by this sudden cold wind.
Even at this moment, a crisp loud sound suddenly sounded on the field, and a black shadow flashed in front of the old man, and his right palm met the ninja's palm that flew towards the ronin with a fierce aura, and a pure and warm aura was exuding from his body to dispel the surrounding coldness.
Wan Xing just entered the crowd and felt that the old man was already at the end of the crossbow, and the true qi on his body had been intermittent, and now when he saw the opponent's face change, he immediately knew that the old man was going to suffer. He hurriedly took a step forward, and swung his right palm violently towards the opponent, but it was still a step too late, and the old man's body flew straight back, obviously having been injured by the opponent's cold internal force.
Wan Xing swung a palm just to stop the other party, but he didn't expect the opponent to still be ruthless, and after injuring the old man, he raised his hand and continued to attack, which was obviously to take the old man's life.
Seeing this, Wanxing was furious, and the palm force he swung out suddenly poured out a wave of internal force, directly meeting the other party's palm that hit the old man's chest vigorously.
With the crisp applause, Taro Takahashi's face changed, and the body that had just rushed forward suddenly flipped out with the power of the opponent's palm, crossed an arc in the air, and instantly stood at the dinner table behind him. The blue light on his face flashed several times in a row, and his slender eyes suddenly shot out a cold blue light, and his palms fell to Wanxing under the table with a mistake.
Wan Xing slapped out a palm, his face also changed color, and a cold internal force rushed up along the meridians of his arm. He stared at his opponent with both eyes, and stood silently in place with the true qi turning, quickly forcing the cold qi that had invaded his body out of his body.
He was indeed secretly surprised in his heart, the opponent can not only force the cold qi out of the body to hurt people, but also can use the five successful forces of his own swing to invade his own body, and at the same time use the extremely high light power to turn over, and unload the palm power he swung out in time, this skill is indeed terrifying, no wonder the old man with profound internal strength is injured under his hands.
Wanxing secretly mentioned the eight success powers, and took advantage of the moment when the opponent had no time to counterattack, and quickly glanced at the old man who was knocked away from the corner of his eye. As he swept over the old man, his eyes widened suddenly, and a flash of light suddenly burst out of his eyes.
The corners of the old man's mouth, nostrils, and ears were already oozing red bloodshots, his eyes were closed, and his face was blue! A Wudang disciple hugged him tightly in the back, with a sad and indignant expression on his face.
The old man suffered such serious internal injuries, and his opponent was still chasing after him to death, how could such a vicious person be a person who practiced martial arts? How could he let him run rampant on the land of China! Wanxing's heart suddenly burst out of anger, such a poisonous person, how could he let him do nothing! His eyes suddenly burst into light, and he suddenly raised his skill to ten percent.