Chapter 11: The first encounter with another world 2
Mo Yang had no intention of killing anyone, so he kicked the man off the tree and said coldly: "Get out!"
Several weirdos fled as if they were running for their lives. He lost with just one move. When the sword was placed on his neck, he deeply felt that death was only a moment away from him.
The man in brocade robe could no longer hold on and vomited a mouthful of blood.
Mo Yang ignored it and wanted to leave. She always mind her own business.
At this time, the man in brocade robes said: "Master, wait a minute, I haven't repaid you for saving my life yet."
Mo Yang was unmoved: "Repay? Those people just disturbed my sleep."
The man in brocade robe still refused to give up, "If you need any help in the future, you can always contact the Ming Shang Cult."
Mo Yang asked in confusion: "Mingshang Sect? What is that?"
The man in the golden robe was confused now. He didn't even know the Mingshang Sect? So he said: "That is a sect in the Jianghu. If you want to see it, the leader of the sect is always welcome..." After speaking, he vomited a mouthful of blood.
Seeing this, Mo Yang stepped forward and took the brocade-robed man's wrist to feel his pulse. After a while, he said: "You are not going to die soon."
"I know, do you know medical skills?" the man in brocade robes said in surprise. He obviously concealed his injuries very well, but no doctor could see his injuries at once.
"So what if you understand?"
Ming Wuqian seemed to see hope. His eyes lit up and his face was not so pale. "Help me save someone" with a hint of pleading in his tone.
Mo Yang said coldly: "Why should I help you?"
Ming Wuqian arrogantly said: "You can make any conditions within my power."
A glint flashed in Mo Yang's eyes and he asked: "When will the martial arts conference be held?"
Ming Wuqian was confused, but he still said truthfully: "Five months later, July 15th."
"Shouldn't you find a way to save yourself first?" Mo Yang said. He has no way to save himself. She just wants to test whether he is worth helping and whether he is worth cooperating with.
"You only need to help me cure one person, and I am extremely grateful."
"I want to save you but I don't have the ability. Who is that person?" Mo Yang is still a little confused. Who can make the leader of a religion devote everything to save him?
There was a faint warmth in Ming Wuqian's eyes, and he said: "He is my son."
Hearing this, Mo Yang was slightly stunned and said: "I don't know if I can cure the person you want me to treat, but I will do my best. The condition I want is to help me find a person named Mu Lingfeng before the martial arts conference.
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"Okay." Ming Wuqian agreed. He was very surprised that he didn't even know Mu Lingfeng, the owner of Muyun Villa. It would be better this way. Maybe such a person could be used by him.