Medical Sovereign

"Because, back then, the Holy Maiden Clan gave birth to an unparalleled saint. The ancestors of the Holy Medical Sect and your Holy Sword Villa pursued her hard and swore not to marry her. The patriarch of the Holy Maiden Clan was also in a difficult position. I knew who to choose, so I held a competition to recruit a bride. Whoever wins the match will betroth the saint to the other. Unexpectedly, the saint has already secretly made a lifelong commitment to the ancestor of our clan and is pregnant with her. Pregnant."

Pudding smiled so proudly: "So, on the day of the martial arts competition, the ancestor of our clan rushed to the scene with the saint, and made his love affair with the saint public to the public. The ancestor of your clan and the ancestor of the holy doctor sect immediately became furious and furious. They joined forces to besiege our ancestors. As a result, they were no match for our ancestors. Not only did they lose their dignity but also their face. When they became angry, they resorted to despicable means and sent a large number of elites to ambush our ancestors. Want to kill him..."

"No, it's impossible. How could the ancestors of my clan do such a thing? I've never heard from the elders of my clan?"

Jiang Wuhui's face turned red and he shook his head in disbelief.

"How could they tell others such a shameful thing? We have already issued a hush-hush order. Otherwise, why do you think the ancestors of the Holy Medical Sect and your Holy Sword Villa would make a ancestral precept to kill anyone who sees my clan? It’s because they have a deep love for the saint and hate our ancestors deeply.”

Pudding said seriously: "In that ambush, not only your two tribes, but also the Saintess tribe also sent people to kill our ancestors. Unfortunately, our ancestors already knew the virtues of your ancestors. Having made preparations in advance, the Holy Sword Relics went out in large numbers to kill all the elite men sent by your two clans. If the ancestors hadn't let them go because they thought that the Saint was from the Saint's clan, otherwise, the Saint's clan would probably They will also suffer the end of their entire army being annihilated.”

"The Saint is a member of the Saintess tribe. Why did her tribe send people to ambush the ancestors of your tribe?"

Wuxiang couldn't figure it out and asked curiously, in his opinion, shouldn't it be something to be thankful for that a saint can marry a great hero?

"Hmph! It's not because of interests and ambitions. At that time, the Demon Clan had just been defeated and the human race was reborn. It was the time to establish a new power structure. The four largest warrior forces at that time were the Holy Sword Relics, the Holy Medicine Sect, and the Holy Sword Sect. The leader of the Holy Lady Clan and the Holy Sword Villa is very ambitious and wants to unify all the forces of the human race and become the new emperor. However, my Holy Sword Clan has always been unruly and unruly, coupled with the old grudge against the Saint Lady Clan, It is impossible for them to surrender to the Holy Sword Clan, which is their biggest stumbling block, so the Saint Clan wants to use the Saint to win over the Holy Medical Sect and the Holy Sword Villa. The three major forces will join forces to eliminate the remnants of our Holy Sword clan, and then slowly eat away at the Holy Sword Clan. Sword Villa and the Holy Doctor Sect, unexpectedly ended up stealing the chicken but losing the rice. Even the saint girl eloped with my ancestor, ruining all her plans. Do you think the saint girl clan can not hate it? "

Pudding said with a sneer on his lips.

Wuxiang shuddered and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, "Amitabha,

It's just too complicated. "

Jiang Wuhui was silent. Although he didn't want to believe it from the bottom of his heart, he knew Pudding was a person and would never lie. Since he said this, he must have real evidence. I'm afraid this is the truth.

What made him curious was that Pudding's identity among the Holy Sword survivors was that he actually knew secret past events that even he, a direct disciple of the Holy Sword Villa, didn't know.

Ding Ning looked thoughtful. It's no wonder that the marriage rules of the Saint Girl Clan are very different from those in ancient times. It was probably the patriarch of the Saint Girl Clan who got angry and changed the rules, turning them into the extremely inhumane and abnormal rules they have now. , it seems that the patriarch was greatly stimulated at that time.

However, this is all in the past. It can only be regarded as past gossip between the Holy Sect and has nothing to do with him.

He only cares about whether Song Zhong is as strong as the legend says and whether he can give him a hearty fight.

Swish, swish, swish!

Song Zhong's steps were light but also heavy. It seemed contradictory, but in fact it was not. This was a momentum created invisibly by a strong man. Every step he took brought huge psychological pressure to people.

At least, the faces of Jiang Wuhui, Wu Xiang and Puding all became nervous subconsciously, and the muscles all over their bodies tensed subconsciously. It seemed that the psychological shadow Song Zhong brought to them was definitely not small.

"Why!"

Ding Ning sighed softly.

Wuxiang and the other two people felt their whole bodies relax, and the pressure was gone. They looked at each other in horror and found that their backs were unknowingly soaked with sweat.

This made them look at Ding Ning gratefully. They knew that the confrontation had already begun before Song Zhong arrived, and in the first round of momentum competition, Ding Ning clearly had the upper hand.

Song Zhong took advantage of the fear he brought to Wu Xiang and the three of them, and the momentum he deliberately created has affected their martial arts aspirations. If Ding Ning had not broken this momentum with a sigh, I am afraid that the three of them would have been very successful in martial arts in the future. It's hard to make any further progress.

"Hey, that's interesting."

Song Zhong walked slowly and slowly, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

Ding Ning carefully looked at this powerful man who was ranked second in the Red Flame Hunting Song, and saw that he had a long body, a clear face, and a pair of bright eyes that exuded a captivating light.

Wearing a blue robe, even though it has been stained by wind and sand, it is still clean and refreshing. He is walking leisurely as if there is nothing in the world that he can take seriously, and he has the demeanor of a strong man.

Ding Ning nodded with satisfaction: "Your Excellency, you have been through the weather for the past two days, but your clothes are still as neat as new, and the distance you take every step is as standard as measured by a ruler, which shows that you are a bit of a germaphobe and are usually extremely self-disciplined. Logically speaking, you should be a reasonable person with a personality like yours. Why are you so aggressive and unable to tolerate Wu Xiang’s explanation?”

"This little monk turns out to be called Wuxiang?"

Song Zhong looked at Wu Xiang with great interest and said in a calm tone: "I know he is not the murderer, but my sister and brother-in-law's family died because of him. Doesn't Buddhism emphasize that there is a cause and an effect? ​​If he hadn't ordered Living in the acupoints of my sister's family, how could the real murderer take advantage of it? This is why I want to kill him. "

Wuxiang pursed his lips, blushed and defended weakly: "I originally wanted to open their acupuncture points, but that sister said that I was... said that I was a child, the old tune... made fun of me, I He ran away in a panic."

Phew!

Even though Pudding and Jiang Wuhui were afraid of Song Zhong, they couldn't help laughing when they looked at Wu Xiang's embarrassment.

Ding Ning couldn't help but laugh. She didn't expect Song Zhong's sister to be such a top performer. She looked at Song Zhong with a playful look, but in private she was secretly on guard to prevent Song Zhong from becoming angry and killing her suddenly.

Song Zhong's face stiffened. He knew his sister's character too well. She was just a female pervert with no shame. Although Wu Xiang was a monk, he was extremely handsome with thin skin and tender flesh. If he grew his hair and returned to secular life, he would definitely be far away. It is not impossible for his sister to tease those so-called little freshmen, but it is an absolute thing.

"The cause is the cause, and the effect is the effect. No matter what the reason is, my sister's family died because of you."

Song Zhong coughed dryly to cover up his embarrassment, then his face darkened and he said unreasonably: "I am just a sister. No matter what kind of person she is, she is my Song Zhong's sister. If she dies, I will do this." Brother’s revenge is only natural.”

"Your Excellency, you kill people to pay back debts and money. As the eldest brother, it is only natural for you to avenge your sister, but you must find the right murderer. If you shout and kill indiscriminately, won't you make your loved ones sad and your enemies happy? ”

Ding Ning said with some displeasure.

Song Zhong's expression returned to normal, and he said calmly: "I will track down the real murderer, but this little monk is the cause, so he must die."

"Haha, it's really unreasonable. Since your sister's family entered the secret realm to participate in the competition, they should have been prepared to die at any time. What's more, they relied on the strength of their numbers to grab Wuxiang's number plate. , but the result was that they were subdued because of their inferior skills. Wu Xiang did not kill them but just restrained them. His kindness was done. Your Excellency was not only ungrateful but also angry at Wu Xiang. This is the first time I have seen such an unreasonable person. "

Ding Ning's face darkened, and he said with ridicule.

"You mean my sister deserves to die?"

Song Zhong narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Ding Ning, his eyes flashing with an icy coldness.

"I'm just saying that anyone who enters here must be prepared to die at any time. If you insist on taking it out of context, just take it as what I said."

Ding Ning was happy and unafraid, and straightened her body proudly to look at him.

"Okay, very good. In that case, it's useless to talk more. Let's have a fight. In this world, who has the bigger fists and who has the right."

Song Zhong said with a sneer, slowly and carefully placed his sister's body aside, and then began to assemble his cold flame soul-chasing gun. Normally, he would not use weapons easily, but Ding Ning gave him a very dangerous feeling. It made him a little excited and a little expectant.

"It's my wish, but I dare not invite you!"

Ding Ning's fighting spirit rose all over his body. He could feel that Song Zhong was very strong, the strongest opponent he had ever encountered. His every move seemed relaxed and comfortable, but it always brought inexplicable pressure, making him extremely Desire to fight with it.

"Brother Ding, you...be careful."

Wu Xiang said a little apologetically and a little worried.

"Don't worry, don't have any psychological burden. Even without you, I still hope to have a good competition with the famous Flame Soul-Chasing Gun."

Ding Ning smiled warmly, but his tone was full of strong confidence and fighting spirit.

When Song Zhong heard the words, the corner of his mouth curled up with a cold arc, and he stood up slowly. With a slight shake of his hand, he transformed into nine gun flowers, caressing the silver-white body of the Lengyan Soul-Chasing Gun, and looked at him as if he were looking at his beloved. With a confused look like a lover, he then followed the rules of the martial arts and clasped his fists and saluted: "The name of the gun is Leng Yan Zhui Hun. It is one foot and eight inches long. Two hundred and eighty-four people in the True Martial Realm and 30 strong people in the Divine Martial Realm have been killed by the gun." Seven people, please enlighten me."

"Ding Ning, please enlighten me!"

Ding Ning looked solemn and bowed with his fists in hand.

Song Zhong's face darkened: "You don't use weapons?"

"I'm bullying you with my weapon."

Ding Ning said seriously.

What he said was from the bottom of his heart, because he could see that although the Cold Flame Soul Chasing Spear was good, it was only a mid-grade spiritual weapon, and his Tian Mie was a divine weapon, and it would be impossible to win with Tian Mie.

"Arrogant, I want to see if you still have a chance to use your weapon."

Song Zhong misunderstood, thinking that Ding Ning was looking down on him, and suddenly became furious. The gun body shook, and nine gun flowers were like blooming stamens, heading straight for Ding Ning's door.

Ding Ning shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly, but he did not dare to show any signs of neglect. He dodged to avoid the sharp edge.

This spear came with anger, and it also carried the power of heaven and earth. It was definitely not the power that the Tianwu realm should have. It showed that Song Zhong, like him, had the ability to fight beyond the level.

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