Urban Medical God

Chapter 6458: It's you!

The green face was so free, he breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and said, "No problem."

He flipped his palm, and an extra stone tablet appeared in his palm, which he threw to Leng Muqing.

Leng Muqing caught it with his hand, but saw an ancient pattern printed on the stone tablet.

In the picture, there are two men sitting in front of the waterfall talking about the Tao.

These two men, one is burly and mighty, the other is delicate and elegant, with a gentleman's style.

It is the ancestor of Wuzu and Hongjun.

Qingmian Hanyan said: "Put your palm on the Taoist tablet and concentrating on it, you can see the scene of the old ancestor Hongjun discussing the Tao with the ancestor Wu."

Leng Muqing nodded and couldn't wait, holding the stone tablet in her right hand, pressing her left hand on it, and the power of the soul was poured into it.

boom!

Suddenly, in her mind, the image of the former Hongjun Wuzu discussing Tao appeared, mountains and rivers, two supreme powerful men sitting and discussing the Tao, this image is very peaceful and serene.

Leng Muqing wanted to take a closer look at the situation of Lun Dao, but suddenly her head hurt. With a sound of "Ouch", the Dao tablet in her hand fell to the ground.

But it was this monument, too old, and the coercion of the law was too strong. She was unprepared and looked straight at the ancient secret. She was instantly backlashed, her eyes turned black, the blood between her chest and abdomen was churning, and she almost fainted. .

"Hey, little girl, it seems that your cultivation is not good enough. You should return the Taoist monument to me!"

Qingmian Hanyan smiled, suddenly rushed out, one paw hit Leng Muqing's chest, and the other paw snatched the road monument.

Leng Muqing wanted to resist this sudden change, but the soul was devoured, but she couldn't afford the slightest strength.

"not good!"

Ye Chen's complexion changed. Seeing Leng Muqing's distress, he didn't have time to think about it. He immediately jumped up and slammed out with a palm in the air, displaying the magical powers of the Jiuyou Emperor Jing, a black and secluded palm wind, flat ground. Swept away, the power is extremely vast.

"who is it!"

The green face was frightened. Under Ye Chen's palm, he felt only breath suffocated, and the trajectory of his hand was also shifted. Originally, he wanted a paw to penetrate Leng Muqing's chest, but in the end it only hit her shoulder.

"Wu Tu Yuanfu, Zhentian Emperor City Sword!"

Ye Chen didn't want to expose the martial art of reincarnation, so he flew to kill him, offering the Wutu source symbol in his hand, and the formations of the Wutu essence converge, transforming into nine huge Wutu swords, flying down in the sky, and suppressing the green face and drought. Away.

The green face was horrified, and he quickly drew back and backed away, but was still hit by a giant earthen sword, and he was hurt by a spurt of blood on the spot.

Seeing that Ye Chen was wearing a mask, it seemed to hide his cultivation base, his eyes were full of horror, he wanted to escape, but he was not willing to Hongjun Taoist monument.

The Taoist monument is still in Leng Muqing's hands.

"Jiuyou Emperor Sword, disease!"

Ye Chen's eyes were cold, running the Nine You Emperor Sutra, combined with the Wutu Origin Talisman, nine Wutu giant swords, erupting a deep magic light, like emerging from the hell, cutting through the air to kill the blue face.

The green face was shocked, but he did not dare to stay any longer, and flew away quickly. He couldn't help turning his head back in bursts, looking at the monument, his heart dripped with blood.

That was the Taoist stele left by the ancestor Hongjun and Wuzu discussing the Taoism, which recorded the most pinnacle of kendo. He lost it and naturally felt very distressed.

Ye Chen repelled the blue-faced drought and did not chase after him. He quickly supported Leng Muqing and said, "Hey, are you okay?"

However, seeing Leng Muqing's left shoulder was wounded by a paw from the green face, and the wound was entwined with the red mist of drought and fire, lingering and shocking.

That is the natural magical power of the blue face and drought, which can mobilize the raging fire breath between the heavens and the earth, invade the human body, and burn people alive.

Leng Muqing's skin became red under the scent of fire, and the sweat was dripping with sweat. The sweat soaked through her clothes. Her figure was quite plump and plump. It was outlined, and it appeared under the dim night. Extraordinarily tempting.

Ye Chen didn't think too much, just afraid that something happened to her.

"Ye Jitian, it's you..."

Leng Muqing opened her eyes slightly, saw a face wearing a mask, recognized it, and murmured.

"I'm healing you, I'm offended."

Seeing her wounds were inflamed and bleeding, Ye Chen was afraid that it would be delayed and it would be difficult to deal with it. When even holding her, he sat down on the open space.

After that, Ye Chen gently unbuttoned the clothes on her shoulders and performed the Eight Diagrams Heavenly Pill technique to treat her.

Soon, under Ye Chen's Taoist treatment, Leng Muqing's wound quickly recovered.

But her face still had an uncomfortable look, and it seemed that her injury had not been relieved.

Ye Chen probed her pulse, frowned, but found that the flame poisonous gas of the drought had invaded her heart and lungs. Although there was only one strand, if it was not cured, it would be a major disaster.

"Your heart and lungs are invaded by fire. You can massage it yourself and get rid of it."

Ye Chen said to Leng Muqing.

Leng Muqing's cheeks blushed and said: "I...I'm tired and can't move anymore, please help me."

Ye Chen was taken aback, but seeing Leng Muqing's uncomfortable appearance, he couldn't bear her torment any longer, and said, "Then, it's offended."

After that, Ye Chen gently supported Leng Muqing, raising her right hand, and massaging her acupuncture points on her chest.

In this process, she touched the soft and full place, and her cheek blushed.

Ye Chen was calm. He had been in contact with women a lot, and it was not worse than Leng Muqing, so his expression was indifferent throughout the process.

It was inconvenient to massage through the clothes, and Ye Chen then took off Leng Muqing's shirt.

Under the dim moonlight, but seeing Leng Muqing's body, it was like mutton white jade, smooth and delicate to the touch.