Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 70 Finally Not a Minor Injury
Daoist Zhang Zhishun took a look at Kao Chai, and after checking the pulse, he looked at Guo Ming with satisfaction, and praised: "Your shot is much more ruthless than that kid, I am very satisfied as an old man."

Police officer Jiang Dajiang came over. He looked at Kaochai who was also unconscious, and asked curiously: "Old Taoist priest, I know how to do this. Did you prick him into Xiaohu's lair with a silver needle and he woke up?"

"When Pindao treats diseases and saves people in the future, you boy should stay away from me. I am really afraid that if I can't help it, I will stab you twice."

"This guy took a real blow to the elbow, his heart stopped for a short time, and his internal organs were seriously displaced. You actually said that you were laughing at the tiger's den. Are you still human?" Zhang Zhishun said indignantly.

As soon as he finished speaking, his voice changed: "However, although this guy's injury is not serious, in the eyes of this old man, it's a minor injury! It's still a minor injury!!"

"You help him carry him to a cool place, and then I will give him two injections, and then prescribe two courses of traditional Chinese medicine for a week at most, and he will definitely be fine."

Seeing that Kao Chai's chest was covered with silver needles, the water friends in the live broadcast room couldn't help complaining.

"Oh my god, the injury is still minor, is there any reason?"

"Maybe in Daoist Zhang's mind, as long as he didn't die on the spot, it wouldn't be considered a serious injury."

"Fuck, is strong boxing so much better than muay thai?"

"If I had that kind of medical skills, I'd be much more ruthless than Mr. Zhang."

"Thai boxing is the grandson of Zhuang boxing. The unique skills and mind skills that should be called, Zhuang boxing has been taught a long time ago. Now the two boxing methods are about the same in lethality. The main reason is that Guo Daxia is too good at fighting."

After Guo Ming saw that Kaochai was carried away, he still stood where he was, clasped his fists, and said, "Jiang Daochang, let us do the martial arts competition between your master and my uncle."

"Mangshan Guo Family, Guo Ming of Strong Fist, please enlighten me."

"Tianyuan Daoist Temple, Taijiquan Jiang Yun, please!"

Jiang Yun clasped his fists in return, and he made a Tai Chi starting gesture.

Guo Ming never likes to talk nonsense, he shouted violently, without saying a word, kicked his foot, smashed a bluestone slab, and rushed over.

He is a martial arts idiot. He liked to compete in martial arts since he was a child, he liked to beat people, and he also liked to be beaten.

If it wasn't for this reason, Uncle Guo wouldn't have sent him to Tianyuan Taoist Temple to suffer... Oh, no, it was a martial arts competition.

Jiang Yun also wanted to test the limits of his physical body, he took a step forward, raised his hand and punched out.

The two fists clashed together, making a crisp sound.

They took several steps back at the same time, looking at each other in surprise.

"Jiang Daochang, I didn't expect your strength to be inferior to mine."

"Both each other, you're not bad either!" Jiang Yun exclaimed, rubbing his wrist.

In a very short period of time, the two broke out dozens of moves to attack.

Guo Ming was born in a family of martial arts. He has practiced Nanquan and Beiqi since he was a child, and he also has a little understanding of various martial arts.

So when making moves, scratching and chopping, hammering and pecking, all kinds of moves, like flowing clouds and flowing water, directly attack Jiang Yun's dead point.

Relying on Jiang Yun's internal body protection and top-level understanding of Taijiquan, he can deal with Guo Ming's attack without any effort.

The onlookers were dumbfounded, applauded and shouted wonderful.

This is the martial arts scene that should be played in the gymnasium. What was the fight in the previous three fights?

Daoist Chen Yunlong said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, these two are unborn geniuses, and there is no one else who can get together today."

"This should be the peak battle between Huaxia's physical training and law training. Even if you and I play, it may not be possible to take advantage of them."

Daoist Zhang Zhishun stroked his gray beard, stared at the field, and muttered to himself: "It's terrible, it's terrible, if this fight continues, one will die and one will be seriously injured!"

Daoist Chen Yunlong was stunned, and he said in amazement: "Mr. Zhang, didn't you say that as long as people don't die, they are minor injuries in your eyes?"

"That's for ordinary people, who of those two guys is an ordinary person?" Old Taoist Zhang said very annoyed.

Every time at this time, he would feel that he was not a god, but just an ordinary mortal.

The water friends in the live broadcast room have opened their eyes today.

"That hero Guo is so fierce, it's amazing that he can fight the Taoist priest for so long!"

"I can only give them 94 points for this match, because I parked the car in the emergency lane to watch the live broadcast, and was deducted 6 points by the traffic police [eat melon]."

"Suddenly I feel their hurt, and I seem to be unable to bear it."

"Brother, be confident, you will definitely not be able to carry it."

"The two of them are not good at boxing, but my dad's boxing is unparalleled in the world. If you want to ask me what kind of boxing, it is naturally drinking and punching [狗头保护生]."

"If there is a chance, let the two of them punch me casually, and I feel that I will be able to live comfortably for the rest of my life."

Guo Ming hit more and more crazy, he finally seized the opportunity, raised his elbow, and aimed at Jiang Yun's chest, which was a Gongda Ding.

Jiang Yun's inner strength was full of his legs, and he touched the ground with his toes, and he floated back more than two meters before barely avoiding the Zhuang Quan's ultimate move - Gongda Ding.

Even if it is a tiger, if it is bullied just now, the life of the tiger will definitely be lost.

Taking advantage of the gap between Guo Ming's turning and changing moves, Jiang Yun landed on both feet, full of internal energy, and with a shake of his shoulders, he slammed directly into Guo Ming's arms.

Click!

Everyone heard a crisp sound, and then they saw Guo Ming flying upside down four or five steps, with a stream of black blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Yun cupped his fists and said with some shame, "Brother Guo, I've accepted."

"Jiang Daochang is polite. This time I am convinced that I lost. After the injury recovers, let's continue the competition next time."

"When I came, my uncle kept telling me to be careful. I didn't take it seriously. Now it seems that I was careless. Even if there is only one person left in Tianyuan Taoist Temple, it should not be underestimated!" Guo Ming sighed.

Daoist Zhang Zhishun led the crowd to Guo Ming's side. After he checked, the two white eyebrows gradually twisted together.

"Yunlong, the kid from the Guo family has two broken ribs, and his internal organs have been injured by the shock. Judging from my experience, he will have to recuperate for at least half a year."

"If you don't fight, you don't know each other. You two elders are good friends who love and kill each other, and you two are also very close."

"Come on, Guo family boy, you can't go back, you can stay in Tianyuan Dao Hall to recuperate during this time." Old Taoist Zhang said.

Just as Guo Ming wanted to refute, he moved a bit, pulling the internal injury on his chest, grinning in pain and gasping for air.

He was carried into the Taoist temple, forced his upper body up, and asked: "Jiang Daochang, to be honest, I am actually a fan of your swordsmanship, can you let me see with my own eyes how strong your swordsmanship is? "

"Naturally."

Jiang Yun fetched the eight-treasure long sword, drew it and looked around, the people around all backed away a lot.

He had no choice but to cast his gaze on Daoist Chen Yunlong. After all, he was the head of the Wudang School, and he was also a master of swordsmanship who could use sword energy.

"You boy, the tip of the sword must not point at people, hasn't your master taught you?"

"Find a prop you can get your hands on, and show off your swordsmanship. Don't take the old man's idea. I will help you suppress the situation today. Do you have the nerve to kill me?" Daoist Chen Yunlong said angrily.

Jiang Yun was very helpless, his eyes looked around in front of the Taoist temple, and finally locked on a very familiar prop.

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