The first thousand two hundred and twenty-three chapters poisoned people
Wanda raised one of the injured's arms with both hands and pressed it quickly to determine the location of the fracture. Then he turned around and looked around, then said to the Wudang disciple standing next to him: "Bring some chopsticks or wooden boards or cloth and help me fix it."
"Broken bones," he said, and he and his Wudang disciples quickly fixed the injured man's bones.
People who practice martial arts generally heal injuries. Injuries such as trauma and fractures are often encountered by people in the martial arts. Generally, martial arts practitioners know some treatment methods. The ancestral skills of Wanjia are originally martial arts and medical skills. For such injuries,
The treatment is even more familiar.
At this time, both Taro Takahashi and Li Shixun on the court had their feet slightly apart, their bodies slightly crouched, their right palms stretched forward, and their left palms protecting their chests. The two of them met and pressed their palms together tightly, with their eyes fixed on their opponents and glaring at them.
As he stood, the two eyes seemed to spark sparks in the air, and the clothes on his body shook with the fierce infuriating energy coming from both arms.
One of the two faces was pale blue, the other was red, and a cold breath came from Takahashi Taro's hands. The face of the old man opposite was red, and there were beads of sweat, but
His body still stood firmly on the spot, his eyes fixed on the opponent's slender eyes, and his palms continued to expel strong internal force.
The martial arts practitioners and ronin around them all had nervous expressions on their faces. The palms holding their weapons were already covered with sweat. Their eyes were fixed on the two palms intersecting in the air. They knew that watching a static game was far more difficult than holding a steady game.
The dangers of using swords and guns, and there is no room for trickery in the competition of internal strength. You can only win by relying on your own skills. The loser will either be killed on the spot, or suffer serious internal injuries.
Wanxing walked quickly towards the crowd. At this time, the owner of the inn was sitting on the ground with his stomach in his arms and a look of pain on his face. The waiter pulled his arm hard and pulled him up while facing the two government arrests next to him.
He quickly said: "Please, gentlemen, take charge of it. If we fight here, our inn will be ruined."
The older policeman looked embarrassed. He stretched out his hand to help the waiter to pull the innkeeper up and sit on the bench. He smiled bitterly and whispered: "What? We will go over and we will suffer the same fate as your boss. Those ronin set up this arena and said...
It is legitimate to compete with martial arts people from the Central Plains. Moreover, they have secretly bribed the government, otherwise why would they send so many of us to maintain law and order? They are also afraid of causing public anger and riots."
The policeman's voice was very low, but Wan Xing had already heard it clearly, and he thought to himself: No wonder this little Japanese pirate is so rampant. Although setting up a ring to compete in martial arts is justifiable, and there are inevitably casualties, it is a martial arts competition, not a battle of life and death.
On the battlefield of fighting, once the winner is decided, we must stop immediately. How can we hurt people's lives for no reason? The Wudang disciple just now would have been dead if he had not encountered someone like me who knew both medical skills and profound internal strength.
He turned around and looked at the crowd around him, gently pushed away the few martial arts people standing in front of him, and stepped into the venue. He stood four or five meters away from the old man, looking towards the center.
After taking a look, a flash of horror suddenly flashed in his eyes. He suddenly stepped forward and swung his right hand forward.
At the same time, a green color suddenly appeared on the face of the young ninja opposite, and two light blue lights shot out from his slender eyes. "Woo", a cold breath suddenly came from where he was facing the old man.
The palm of your hand urges you towards the opponent's palm.
"Yeah!" The old man suddenly let out a muffled groan, and his body flew back like a kite with its string broken. A wisp of bright red blood flowed from the corner of the old man's mouth.
"Ah!" As the Chinese martial arts people around him screamed, Taro Takahashi on the opposite side had a weird smile on his lips. He swung his body and chased after the old man like lightning. His raised right palm was filled with "whooshing" cold wind.
Old Man Ben was struck in the heart, and the surrounding Central Plains martial arts people had been forced back by the sudden cold wind.
Even at this moment, a crisp and loud "pop" sound suddenly sounded on the field, and a black shadow flashed in front of the old man, and his right palm with fierce evil energy met the ninja's palm that flew towards Ronin.
It was exuding a pure and warm breath that dispelled the coldness around it.
Just when Wan Xing entered the crowd, he felt that the old man was at the end of his strength, and the energy in his body had been intermittent. Now when he saw his opponent's face change, he immediately knew that the old man was going to suffer. He quickly took a step forward, and slammed his right palm
He swung at his opponent, but it was still a step too late. The old man's body flew straight backwards, and his heart had obviously been injured by the opponent's cold internal force.
Wan Xing's palm was just to stop the opponent. Unexpectedly, the opponent still struck hard, and after injuring the old man, he raised his hand and continued to attack. This was obviously to take the old man's life.
Wan Xing was furious when he saw this, and the palm he swung out suddenly surged with internal energy, directly facing the opponent's palm that hit the old man's chest with great force.
Following the crisp applause, Taro Takahashi's expression changed. The body he had just flung forward was violently flipped over by the opponent's palm, drawing an arc in the air, and he was standing on the dining table behind him in an instant.
.The blue light on his face flashed several times in succession, and his slender eyes suddenly shot out a cold blue light. With one mistake, his palms fell towards Wan Xing under the table.
Wan Xing struck out with a palm, his face changed color, and a cold internal force rushed upward along the meridians of his arm. He stared at his opponent tightly, and stood calmly on the spot while his true energy flowed.
, quickly forcing the cold and cold energy that invaded the body out of the body.
He was secretly surprised. Not only could his opponent force the cold energy out of his body to hurt people, but he could also invade his own body with the five powerful powers he exerted. At the same time, he could use extremely high power to
Qinggong flipped over and released the force of his palm in time. This skill was really shocking. No wonder old people with advanced internal skills were injured by his hands.
Wan Xing secretly mentioned his eight successes. Taking advantage of the moment when his opponent had no time to counterattack, he glanced at the old man who was knocked away. When he glanced at the old man, his eyes suddenly widened, and a sudden burst of emotion burst out from his eyes.
The stock is light.
The old man's mouth, nostrils and ears had red blood oozing out, his eyes were closed tightly, and his face was blue! A Wudang disciple hugged him tightly from behind, with a sad and angry expression on his face.
The old man suffered such serious internal injuries, and his opponent was still chasing him to death. How could such a vicious-hearted person be a martial artist? How could he let him run rampant on the land of China! Wanxing's heart
A burst of anger suddenly burst out. How could such a vicious person be allowed to do whatever he wanted! His eyes suddenly burst into light, and he suddenly raised his skill to ten percent.