Urban ancient fairy doctor

Ye Bufan walked towards Han Tiegang again, followed the same pattern, and soon finished treating Han Tiegang's injuries.

Han Li stayed by the side of the stretcher, and both father and son expressed their gratitude. Then Han Tiegang also began to sit cross-legged on the ground to make breakthroughs.

At this moment, the battle situation on the stage changed. Ma Qing deflected Tang Feng's spear tip with a knife, and then the short knife in his hand slashed at his wrist like lightning.

It seems from this fast experience that the Lightning Knife is not in vain.

Since the battle, Tang Feng has been suppressed. At this moment, he is at the end of his strength and it is too late to dodge.

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Ma Qing's mouth. He had not chosen to kill anyone since the war started. This was not because he was kind-hearted, but because this method of destroying the opponent's tendons made him more psychologically satisfied.

Seeing that the opponent's sword light was already in front of him, but unable to dodge, he could only sigh secretly in his heart, it seemed that he was going to be useless.

But at this moment, a huge force suddenly came from his waist, causing his body to fly backwards and fall directly onto the ring.

Ma Qing was bound to win and cut off a man in the air. This shocked him and he immediately looked in the direction of Tang Feng.

I saw a long black whip wrapped around Tang Feng's waist, and the other side was held in Ye Bufan's hand, saving him from the ring at the critical moment.

Tang Feng opened his eyes and said gratefully: "Brother Ye, thank you for your life-saving grace."

Ye Bufan put away the long whip in his hand. It was woven from the skin of the three-eyed thunder snake when he had nothing to do these days. It is extremely tough.

He made a joke and said: "It's okay. I have to treat you when you are injured, so I say this is to help myself."

Ma Qing didn't expect to meet Ye Bufan again here, and said angrily to the audience: "Boy, don't you know we are competing in martial arts? Why do you make trouble?"

At this moment, Li Hongying on the other side of the ring also saw the situation here and couldn't help but frown. Ye Bufan's appearance put a heavy pressure on her heart.

Seeing that his son was safe and sound, Tang Tianyi breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and said, "If we just step down, we will admit defeat. This cannot be considered causing trouble."

Indeed, according to the rules before the game, no matter what the reason is, as long as he steps down, he will admit defeat, and Ma Qing has nothing to say.

He transferred his anger to Ye Bufan: "Anyone named Ye has the guts to come up and fight with me."

Before Ye Bufan could speak, Wu Tianxi shouted: "I don't need Mr. Ye to deal with you."

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He turned back to a middle-aged man sitting behind him and said, "Mr. Fei, I invite you to participate in this battle."

This middle-aged man is about 1.7 meters tall, with a medium build. He carries a long sword on his back, has a faint smile on his face, and has a powerful aura all over his body.

Song Aoshuang went to Ye Bufan's ear and whispered: "Master Ye, this is the master our martial arts association spent 10 million to invite for this group competition. His name is Shadowless Sword Fei Liang."

"Ten million is a bit expensive, and I might lose everything."

Ye Bufan glanced at Fei Liang and saw that his cultivation had reached the middle stage of Xuan level, but it was still a little behind compared to Ma Qing on the stage.

"There's nothing we can do. It's hard to hire experts now." Song Aoshuang said, "But this guy does have some skills. He's a master of swordsmanship. The Shadowless Sword deserves the title."

Ye Bufan said nothing more. In terms of strength, this Fei Liang was indeed superior to the entire Jiangnan Martial Arts Association.

Although Wu Tianxi has also entered the middle stage of Xuan level, after all, he has just broken through recently, and his overall strength is still a little worse.

At this time, Fei Liang stood up from his seat, looked at Wu Tianxi and said, "President Wu, you can let me take action. The price will be raised to 20 million."

Wu Tianxi's expression changed: "Mr. Fei, we have agreed to ask you to pay 10 million. You are a master who has been famous for many years, so we must also show some credibility."

"Reputation? How much is that thing worth?" Fei Liang smiled coldly, "You have also seen how powerful this guy is on stage. If not, I might be ruined by him. In this case, I will add some money. Isn’t it too much?”

"you……"

Wu Tianxi's face was livid with anger. He didn't expect that the guy he invited would actually raise the price by sitting on the ground.

Fei Liang said: "President Wu, our price is not blackmail. If you agree, I will go on stage to compete for you. If you don't agree, I will leave now."

"We'll pay for it."

Tang Ruyi came over. Although she was extremely dissatisfied with Fei Liang's lack of credibility, the situation was pressing and it was best to solve the problem with money.

"Mr. Tang is still happy." Fei Liang added, "But you have to pay first, and we have agreed that I will just play and not care about the outcome."

Wu Tianxi said dissatisfied, "Why are there still such rules?"

Fei Liang said: "I am a real villain. I speak up before anything. This guy has a very high level of cultivation, and I don't have it either."

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The certainty of victory.

If you can win, you win. If you can't win, you can't blame me. You can't ask me to work hard for these 20 million. "

Tang Tianyi stopped Wu Tianxi, took out his checkbook, wrote a check for 20 million and handed it over.

"readily!"

Fei Liang took the check, flicked it, put it in his pocket, and strode towards the ring.

Song Aoshuang said angrily: "This guy is so useless, he actually took advantage of the situation and robbed us.

It’s true that Mr. Tang gave him so much money. What if this guy doesn’t work hard after he comes to power? "

Ye Bufan said: "Jiang is very old, Mr. Tang is not that easy to deceive.

Fei Liang has been working outside for so many years, but he also has to consider his reputation, and with Ma Qing's ferocity, he can't even think about going on stage without fighting for his life. "

Song Aoshuang was still dissatisfied and said: "Then this guy is too hateful. He already promised 10 million before."

Ye Bufan said, "Don't worry, you can get it back later."

Song Aoshuang said with a look of astonishment: "How is this possible? Seeing how greedy that guy is for money, how can he return it to us after he gets it?"

Ye Bufan just smiled slightly, said nothing, and looked towards the stage.

Fei Liang came to the stage and took a look at Ma Qing. He stretched out his right hand, and the long sword behind his back jumped out with a clang and landed in his palm. A powerful sword energy instantly enveloped the entire stage.

Seeing this Kung Fu skill, Wu Tianxi couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he gained a little more confidence. Now the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association has lost three games in a row. If it loses again this time, it will already be 4 games.

If that's the case, you're already in a desperate situation and you have to win 6 games in a row to win. You can imagine how difficult it is.

Ma Qing seemed to feel Fei Liang's strength, and slowly drew out the short knife from his back, his expression solemn as never before.

The two people stared at each other on the stage, neither of them moved, but they were all paying attention to each other, looking for an opportunity to kill with one blow.

Time passed by, and just when everyone lost patience, the two people moved at the same time.

The figures are intertwined, and the swords and swords are arrogant.

Because the speed was so fast, many people didn't see clearly how they took action. The two people instantly changed their positions and stood back to back on the ring.

Soon, people were surprised to find that there was a bloody gash on Ma Qing's left shoulder, and blood spurted out.