The fat man walked up to Ye Xiong with his hands behind his back, pretending to be incomprehensible. But no matter how he pretended, he could not pretend to be a wise man. Instead, he looked a little funny, which made people think
laugh.
Some people are obviously very strong and have a very high level, but they just don't have the temperament. I guess they are like the fat man in front of me!
"Didn't you just say that you are an inner disciple of Daodao Temple? Why don't you even recognize me?" The fat man raised his head and said proudly.
"Are you from Daodao Temple?" Ye Xiong was stunned for a moment.
"Why, it doesn't look like it?"
"I'm not familiar with Daodao Temple, so I don't know." Ye Xiong was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He pointed at the demon cultivator in front of him and said, "You just said that there are only five people in the entire Buddhist sect who can save him. Which five people are they?"
"You're ready to save him before you figure out who he is and why he's injured like this. Aren't you afraid that you're saving a murderous maniac?"
"He was already dead before I found out his identity."
"Then let me tell you his true identity."
The fat man paused for a moment. He originally wanted to pass it off, but he didn't know that Ye Xiong didn't seem to be interested at all and didn't ask any questions, which made him feel very depressed.
"If you know it, tell me quickly. Where's all the nonsense? There's no time." Ye Xiong urged.
At first he had some respect for the fat man, but after just a moment, this respect disappeared.
I have to say that this fat man failed quite a bit, at least he failed in pretending to be cool.
Although his strength may be to the point where Ye Xiong looks up to him.
"He was a murderer. There were not even a thousand but hundreds of Buddhist disciples who died at his hands. I was ordered to save him, but unfortunately, my Buddhist teachings were limited. Not only did I not save him, but he was used by him. Just me
When I thought he had put down his butcher knife, he secretly left while I wasn't paying attention and killed dozens of disciples of a small sect... This man was hopeless, so I had to kill him," the fat man said.
It turns out that it was this fat man who beat this demon cultivator like this.
"If you cripple him, there's no need to do this cruel thing!"
Ye Xiong just checked his body and found that 90% of the bones in his body were severely displaced and severely injured. This is really not a method that a master who can save all sentient beings should have.
"His cultivation was crippled by me, but his injuries were not caused by him. It was the disciples of the sect who beat him out for revenge."
Ye Xiong understood immediately. It seemed that when the demon cultivator was massacring the disciples of the small sect, the fat man stopped him and disabled his cultivation. How could the disciples of those sects let him go? They immediately taught him a lesson and beat him.
It hurt like this.
"He has turned into a devil and is completely hopeless. Don't waste your time." The fat man said.
"Just now you said that there were five people who could save him. Which five people were they?" Ye Xiong asked.
"You don't still want to save him, do you?" Fatty looked at Ye Xiong in disbelief.
"He has been injured like this, his cultivation has been crippled, and he can no longer do evil. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. How can we Buddhists watch a life die like this?"
Ye Xiongdao.
"Get out of your way."
"what."
"I am one of the five people I just mentioned." The fat man raised his head proudly again.
It's a pity that no matter how hard he pretends to be, he can't put on a good show, and instead it feels funny.
Ye Xiong walked aside, and the fat man squatted down and groped the demon cultivator's body with his hands, as if he was exploring the opponent's bones.
First it was his neck. He fumbled for a moment, then suddenly twisted it hard, and heard a gurgling sound, followed by a scream from the demon cultivator.
The demon cultivator who could not move his neck before started to be able to move his neck.
Next, the fat man continued to touch the bones, from the body to the hands and feet. As he exerted force, a constant gurgling sound came from the bones.
After a while, he stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "Okay, all the bones are back in place. Just have a good rest and apply some medicine."
Ye Xiong stepped forward and checked the demon cultivator's body. Sure enough, the bones had completely returned to their original positions, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked.
The fat man's method of removing skin and replacing bones with his hands is so powerful!
He had just checked the demon cultivator's side and found that there were not a hundred but dozens of his bones that had been shifted and broken. This fat man was actually able to break all the bones in a short period of time just by feeling them.
Take it back, how familiar are you with your body to have such magical powers!
"Don't look at what I did just now. It's very simple. I can't learn it without thousands of years of experience." The fat man said proudly.
"Okay, I know you're good." Ye Xiong stretched out his hand impatiently and asked, "Where's the medicine?"
The fat man felt aggrieved. Shouldn't he be proactive? Why did he become passive in a short period of time, as if he was being driven by him as a subordinate?
Unhappily, he took out a bottle of medicinal solution from his body, stretched it out halfway, and said quickly: "Save it, this medicine is very expensive."
"No matter how expensive the medicine is, is life more valuable?" Ye Xiong grabbed it.
The fat man was speechless and speechless.
No matter how expensive the medicine is, human life is precious. Is there anything wrong with this?
Nothing wrong!
No, telling him to save money, what does it have to do with human life?
The fat man thought for a long time and realized that he had been tricked.
At this time, Fatty noticed that Ye Xiong had poured the entire bottle of medicinal solution into his hand and began to help the demon cultivator apply it on his body.
"Wait a minute." The fat man immediately felt a lot of pain and said quickly: "I'll do it, let me do it, I'll be more experienced."
If he continues to waste it like this, this bottle of top-notch bone healing liquid will have to be used up.
"Okay, then you come." Ye Xiong felt that he was not qualified to be a doctor, so he handed the bottle back to him.
The fat man took the medicine bottle, poured out a little bit, and slowly applied it to the injured area.
Ye Xiong stood aside and watched, and couldn't help but find it funny.
This fat man's cultivation level is invisible. Although he doesn't know what realm he is, he is definitely a god-level monk.
With such a high level of cultivation and such incredible medical skills, why is it that his emotional intelligence is so low? He doesn't look like an expert at all.
If an ordinary person had his background, he would already be the leader of a sect and a prince.
Emotional intelligence is a flaw!
Not long after, the fat man had applied all the medicine and stood up.
After the demon cultivator was cured, he fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion, with a peaceful smile on his face.
Ye Xiong pushed his hair aside and was shocked when he saw his face clearly.
Hei Wu, how could it be him?
Ye Xiong never dreamed that the person he inadvertently saved was actually his fellow disciple Hei Wu.
Why is Heiwu here?
Ye Xiong remembered that when he was in the Seventeenth Sect, he asked Zhao Ruirui where Heiwu had gone. At that time, she replied that Heiwu had gone to Undersea City to look for the missing sect leader Yu Guihai. Could it be that something happened to him in Undersea City?
, did it become like this?
In Ye Xiong's impression, Heiwu was definitely not a bad person, and he was even less likely to kill innocent people indiscriminately. There must be a reason why a Buddhist land suddenly appeared and killed so many Buddhist disciples.
"Boy, do you know him?" The fat man asked strangely when he saw Ye Xiong's strange expression.