Urban magic doctor

Chen Yang looked at the old man in front of him and saw that he was wearing a tattered scholar's shirt and had a thin face. He looked like a liar who traveled around the world and made a living by telling fortunes.

And this person's realm is just the realm of pill formation.

In such a state, being able to survive in Longjiao City is considered a skill.

After all, there are many strong people here. If he accidentally deceives someone he shouldn't, the old man will lose his life.

"Sorry, we don't count our lives!"

Chen Yang directly rejected the old man's request and walked forward.

Nangong Yunshang and Yu Ziwen ignored the old man and quickly followed Chen Yang's footsteps.

"The past goes with the wind, and the wind will come again, but the past never comes back. It's a pity... it's a pity..."

The old man did not chase Chen Yang and the others, but sighed loudly.

Hearing this, Chen Yang stopped, thought for a moment, and thought to himself: "Could it be that he had some intention?"

"You guys wait."

Chen Yang called to Nangong Yunshang and returned to the old man, asking: "Old sir, what did you mean by what you just said?"

The old man glanced at Nangong Yunshang, his eyes flashed, and said to Chen Yang, "You understand."

Chen Yang's pupils shrank suddenly and he said solemnly: "Are you talking about her memory?"

The old man still had a smile on his face and nodded calmly.

Seeing this, Nangong Yunshang and Yu Ziwen thought for a moment and understood the meaning of the old man's words.

It turns out that Nangong Yunshang’s memory will never come back.

Chen Yang felt wary and asked: "Old sir, how do you know that she has lost her memory?"

The smile on the old man's face became a little more playful, and he said, "The wise man from the Ming Tower told me."

Chen Yang narrowed his eyes: "Are you from Wang Zhongping?"

The old man twirled his beard and nodded calmly.

Seeing his admission, Yu Ziwen and Nangong Yun's expressions changed, and they drew their swords, pointed them at him, and asked: "What is your purpose?"

Fights often broke out in Longjiao City. Nangong Yunshang and his two men drew their swords, but they didn't attract much attention.

Compared to fighting, their beauty is more attractive.

The old man didn't seem to notice the danger at all. He chuckled and said, "There is no other purpose. I just want the disciples of the wise man to come with me."

Chen Yang said coldly: "Stop pretending to be a fool and speak clearly."

The old man put away his smile and said: "Let me introduce myself first. My name is Ma Long, and I am the servant of the wise man. The wise man was injured by Yu Qingfeng last time, so he returned to the Ming Pagoda to practice. However, he has not forgotten it. , his lovely disciple, asked me to stay in Longjiao City, wait for Nangong Yunshang to come out, and then take her to the Ming Tower to formally become a disciple."

Chen Yang was a little surprised that the wise man in the Ming Tower actually had a servant.

After all, from what he had known before, the wise man in the Tower of Hell was alone and had no power.

"Do you think you can take her away?"

Chen Yang stared at Ma Long, snorted coldly, and said, "Besides, don't talk nonsense, Yun Shang is not the disciple of that hermaphrodite."

"Boy, you are so arrogant, how dare you say that wise men are hermaphrodites!"

Ma Long narrowed his eyes, a flash of disdain flashed in his eyes, as if he didn't take Chen Yang seriously.

He glanced at Yu Ziwen and Nangong Yunshang who were holding their swords tightly, and then said: "It would be quite difficult for me to take them away by myself. But, I have four senior brothers here. Plus me, one The middle stage of the Nazhen Palace and the early stage of the four Zhenfu. I don’t know, is this strength enough?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yang suddenly sensed that there were four more qi machines around him, locking him, all filled with fierce murderous intent.

He changed his eyes and looked in different directions.

To the east, there was a middle-aged woman selling needlework. She was handsome and charming, with a sense of coquettishness about her and spring eyes. She saw Chen Yang looking over and gave Chen Yang a wink.

To the west, there is a weapons shop. At the door is a strong man holding a thick-backed golden-ringed sword. His muscles are bulging. He glares at Chen Yang. There is a scar on his face that cuts off the bridge of his nose and divides his face into two halves. It is very strange. Horrible.

To the south was a thin young man with a pale face and a lewd smile on his lips, staring straight at Yu Ziwen, obviously with ulterior motives.

To the north, there is a teahouse, and a swordsman is sitting under the pergola. He is drinking tea from a cup with his left hand and holding the hilt of his sword with his right hand. The blade of the sword is three centimeters out of its sheath, with a cold light.

Needless to say, these four people must be Ma Long's accomplices.

Ma Long smiled at Chen Yang and said, "Boy, this is none of your business. Get out of here immediately. These two women will stay, and Nangong Yunshang will be left to the disposal of the wise man. As for this woman, we will keep it for ourselves."

He said this deliberately to demonstrate to Chen Yang.

In his opinion, this is just the pinnacle of a fake mansion. He dare not resist at all, otherwise he will die.

However, Chen Yang looked calm and said: "Ma Long, Yun Shang is a disciple of Dragon's Back College. If she is captured, aren't you afraid that Dragon's Back College will destroy the Ming Pagoda?"

Ma Long said: "I am only responsible for carrying out the orders of the wise men. As for the results, I don't have to think about it."

Chen Yang said: "In this case, a fight is inevitable today."

"You want to die?"

Ma Long raised his eyebrows, the cold light in his eyes was as sharp as a sword.

"Even if I want to die, it's not your turn to kill me!"

Chen Yang shook his head, took out the Fire Lotus Sword from Najie, and without any explanation, he struck at Ma Long with his sword.

He knew that Ma Long's true realm was definitely not the realm of pill formation.

As for whether it was the early or middle stage of Zhenfu, he didn't care.

No matter what state he is in, he has one goal at this moment, kill!

"falling stars!"

Once he made a move, Chen Yang had no reservations.

On the Fire Lotus Sword, the five weapon patterns bloomed with light.

The fire dragon suddenly emerged from his body and let out a roar. Although it did not shake the entire Longjiao City, at least people in the surrounding area heard the sound.

The star energy condensed on the sword blade, and in an instant, a star sword energy with a diameter of dozens of meters was formed.

Unable to withstand the energy impact, the ground collapsed under the pressure of the sword energy, and the surrounding houses were also overturned.

After Chen Yang understood the Swift Wind Concept, his speed was much faster even without using the Swift Wind Concept.

The speed at which he released his magical powers also became faster.

All actions are done in one go.

It was as if just as he took out the Fire Lotus Sword, the Star Sword Qi was released.

Seeing the Star Sword Qi attack, Ma Long, who had been calm just now, couldn't help but change his expression.

He never expected that a kid at the top of the fake mansion would have such powerful attack power and terrifying speed.

Although he is in the middle stage of Zhenfu, he still feels some pressure.

The long flag with "Fortune Telling" written on it in his hand shook, and the cloth strips on it turned into powder, the bamboo pole shattered, and there was a spear hidden inside.

In a hurry, he raised his spear and attacked "Falling Stars".