Urban ancient fairy doctor

In the hall of Xuanyuan Pavilion, Huo Dongping sat at the tea table, sipping fragrant tea leisurely.

Situ Changkong paced back and forth on the ground with his hands behind his back, his expression showing anxiety.

He was really nervous now. After all, Huo Jian was also from the Sky Palace and Huo Dongping's grandson.

He was now worried that Ye Bufan would strike too hard and damage the opponent, which would make the matter difficult to handle.

"Brother Situ, what's there to worry about? Just sit down and have a cup of tea."

Huo Dongping was calm and calm as he picked up the tea cup and poured Situ Changkong a cup.

"Don't worry, I know that kid Xiaojian, so he should be careful in his actions, and he won't really take that Ye Bufan's life.

However, it is inevitable for a person who practices martial arts to have injuries to his muscles and bones, but this cannot be blamed on others. He can only blame himself for not being good at learning. "

He had absolute confidence in his grandson. How could a martial saint not be able to defeat a young man?

But how did he know that Situ Changkong was worried about the opposite, that Ye Bufan would hurt his grandson Huo Jian.

An Daoquan naturally knew what his old friend was worried about, and said, "Palace Master Huo, what if Xiao Jian is injured?"

Huo Dongping was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly and said dissatisfied: "How is this possible? My grandson is a young martial arts saint, how can he lose!"

An Daoquan said again: "I'm just saying what if, what if your grandson loses?"

Huo Dongping said: "Let's not mention that Xiaojian cannot lose. Even if he loses, he can't blame others. If he really loses, he can only blame himself for not being good at learning."

The two have worked together for many years. Situ Changkong naturally knew what An Daoquan meant and said, "Really? That's really great. I'm also worried that if Xiaojian is injured, you will find someone to settle the score. "

"Are you kidding? How is this possible?"

"What is my identity? I am the deputy palace master of the sky and a powerful person in the imperial realm. How can I go to settle accounts with a junior? That is not embarrassing enough."

Huo Dongping waved his hand, he had enough confidence in his grandson, "Let's put it here, if Xiaojian really loses, not only will I not blame others, but I will also punish him severely. I can only blame He himself is not good at learning."

An Daoquan and Situ Changkong both gave a thumbs up: "Palace Master Huo is really grand!"

"Of course, after living for so many years, I still have such a big heart!"

In fact, Huo Dongping is an extremely protective person.

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A short man, the reason why he speaks so loudly is because he believes that his grandson will never lose.

And at this moment, there was a splash in the yard, and then a figure rushed in from the outside in a panic.

Huo Jian galloped all the way and finally returned to Xuanyuan Pavilion. After entering the door, he could no longer hold on and opened his mouth to spurt out another mouthful of blood.

"Who are you?"

Situ Changkong didn't recognize who it was for a while, and he couldn't blame him. The contrast was really too great.

Huo Jian looked so coquettish when he left, wearing a white robe, holding a paper fan in his hand, and carrying a sword on his back, like a dashing young hero.

But now the fan was lost, the sword was broken, the white robe turned into a black robe, still in tatters, a face was beaten into a pig's head, and the corners of the mouth were covered with blood, and the original appearance was completely unrecognizable.

Not to mention him, even Huo Dongping next to him didn't recognize his grandson for a moment.

"Grandpa, I am Xiaojian."

Seeing Huo Dongping standing nearby indifferently, Huo Jian couldn't help shouting loudly.

"What? Are you Xiaojian?"

Recognizing that the embarrassed man in front of him was his own grandson, Huo Dongping was shocked at first, and then became furious.

"Tell Grandpa, who hurt you like this? I'm going to avenge you now!"

The two people next to them, Situ Changkong, felt their hearts sink at the same time. They had imagined how Ye Bufan would treat Huo Jian before, but they didn't expect to be beaten like this. It was really miserable.

"Grandpa, you must make the decision for me! You must kill that boy Ye Bufan!"

Seeing Huo Dongping, Huo Jian was filled with grievances and burst into tears.

It's no wonder that he is so out of character. He has never experienced any setbacks since he was a child. He has always been a vase growing in a greenhouse.

In the Heavenly Palace, you have always been aloof and favored by thousands of people. When have you ever experienced such grievances?

"You bastard, how dare you insult my grandson like this, I'm going to kill him now!"

Huo Dongping, who was extremely angry, stepped out and was about to go out, but was stopped by Situ Changkong and An Daoquan, who were already prepared.

"Brother, what is your identity? You are the deputy palace master of the sky and a powerful person in the imperial realm. How come you go to settle accounts with a junior? That is not embarrassing enough..."

"Yes, Palace Master Huo, it is inevitable for warriors to get injured during competitions. You just said that you don't blame others at all for this, you can only blame yourself for not being good at learning..."

"I……"

Huo Dongping's old face turned the color of pig liver. In this world,

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The hardest thing to refute was what he had said. Even though he was full of anger, he was still speechless.

He stopped and said with a gloomy expression: "It seems that you knew that my grandson was destined to fail?"

Situ Changkong nodded: "It's expected."

Huo Dongping suddenly became angry: "Then why didn't you remind me first? Let Xiaojian be beaten like this?"

Situ Changkong said with an innocent face: "Brother, you have wronged me. I have been saying in Tiangong that Xiaofan is a very powerful kid, but you didn't listen at all and didn't let me finish my words.

After I came back, I also told Xiaojian not to go there, let alone do anything, but you didn't listen. "

"I……"

Huo Dongping opened his mouth wide, but couldn't say anything.

People did remind him many times, but he had blind confidence in his grandson and didn't listen at all.

In desperation, he snorted coldly, turned around and walked back, asking Huo Jian: "What on earth is going on? What did you do?"

Even now, he still can't figure out how his grandson, a majestic Martial Saint-level warrior who he carefully cultivated, could lose to a secular junior?

"Grandpa, it's not my fault, it's that despicable Ye Bufan. He knew I was going there, so he prepared his masters early and set a trap.

More than a dozen strong men besieged me together. Although I was a Martial Saint, I was still unable to defeat four hands with two fists, and that was why I was injured like this. "

In order to save his face, Huo Jian said what he had thought of along the way.

Situ Changkong and An Daoquan shook their heads repeatedly, neither of them believed a word he said.

They had seen Ye Bufan's cultivation with their own eyes. Even Fei Qing, who was in the late stage of Martial Saint, had his legs broken. Besides, he was a young boy who had just entered the early stage of Martial Saint. I'm afraid Ye Tian could slap him casually. If you die, there is no need to find help, let alone design any traps.

They didn't believe it, but that didn't mean Huo Dongping didn't believe it. The old man believed what his grandson said.

"Despicable, shameless, you dare to do such a thing to my grandson, and you still care about our Heavenly Palace?"

Huo Dongping said angrily, "Let's go and seek justice now."

After saying that, he picked up Huo Jian and the two of them were about to go out. Situ Changkong hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Brother, you are the deputy palace master of the Tiangong, a majestic and powerful emperor.

It's really not appropriate to go to a junior like this and ask questions, and it won't look good on you if word spreads. "