The faces of the blood medicine sect members were ugly.
It was like being slapped hard by Ma Zicong in front of everyone. He was bruised and bruised for a long time. No one spoke for a long time.
"Ma Zifeng is actually Ma Tianxiong's grandson?"
The corners of Licorice's eyes twitched, and she never thought that this seemingly young and promising young man, who was the deputy chief of the Chinese Medical Presbyterian Church, was actually Ma Tianxiong's grandson.
With Ma Tianxiong's status and influence in the Chinese medical sect, it is indeed too simple to push his grandson to the Presbyterian Church. Even if he doesn't do it himself, the three sects and twelve aristocratic families will not buy the Ma family's face.
Pushing Ma Zifeng up was a matter of smooth flow. Everyone was willing to sell the Ma family's favor. Looking back at the Blood Medicine Sect, it seemed that this was not the case.
The Buddhist cave was once plunged into an atmosphere of extreme silence.
"So you still want to participate in this Medicine God Competition?" Lu Fan asked.
Licorice didn't know what to say. They had been preparing for this Medicine God Competition for five years. If the initial preparations were included, it was more than five years. But seeing that the competition was about to start soon, they suddenly asked them to
After giving up, not only Licorice, but also other blood medicine disciples had blank faces, as if they had lost the meaning of life, their brains went blank, and they had no idea what to do.
"However, if we don't participate in this Medicine God Competition, we, the Blood Medicine Sect, will have to hide in this dark cave for the rest of our lives, for five or ten years, until the next generation of us appears.
Still hiding here, just keeping a so-called name, will you always see the Ma family like a mouse seeing a cat, and never see the sun?"
Licorice's body was trembling. Since the last senior of the generation passed away seven years ago, he began to lead the Blood Medicine Sect. He only wanted to carry forward the Blood Medicine Sect. If he could get out of here and fight the Ma family to the end, let the Blood Medicine Sect be in charge.
In his own hands, he can recreate the glory of Ma Tianjun back then.
But now, everything is in vain.
In five years, even in ten years, with the resources that the Ma family currently controls and the reputation of the medical school in China, what kind of terrifying situation will it develop in ten years, and their blood medicine school can only
He continued to suffocate in the cave, not even daring to see the sun easily. The one was going away and the other was going away. By then, when everyone had forgotten about the blood medicine sect, what else could he use to fight against the Ma family?
I am afraid that even the last member of the Twelve Aristocratic Families can trample on them casually and never get ahead.
The other members of the blood medicine sect also lowered their heads, their faces immersed in the shadow of the candlelight, and their expressions could not be seen clearly. Only bursts of sobbing began to sound in the empty Buddhist cave. Some disciples lowered their heads and remained silent, while others quietly
Wiping their tears with their hands, some simply let the tears slide down their cheeks, falling to the ground and smashing into pieces...
Lu Fan suddenly felt unbearable.
Yes, these people may be the descendants of the first generation of blood medicine sects. From the very beginning, they came to this world with the hatred of generations. There are also some people who were picked up from outside and carefully cultivated.
I just hope that I can inherit the blood medicine sect, and one day leave this dark place, take revenge on the Ma family, and promote the blood medicine sect.