Horizontal pushing martial arts: starting from the red alchemy bell jar

Chapter 31 The Wrath of the Ants

Hearing this, the old man stopped in his footsteps.

He turned his head and sighed, and explained: "Ever since that incident happened, Li Xiang has been stimulated and lost his mind, and has been in a daze. He has been treated by me during this time, taking herbal medicine."

"Besides, the number of patients has increased during this time, so I asked him to help look after the medicine stove. Alas, this man is also a poor man."

Han Zhong nodded, dispelling his doubts, he couldn't deny it.

"Speaking of which, didn't you help him kill Wei Wei, who harmed his family? Maybe you can talk to him and help him untie his knot."

The old man suddenly remembered that the doctor is benevolent.

"How do I understand those..."

Halfway through Han Zhonggang's opening, there was a series of roaring sounds in the distance. His face changed suddenly, and he immediately urged: "Hurry up and get me some medicine, there may be something wrong in the ancestral hall! I want to go back and have a look!"

You have to run quickly, or it will be too late if you don't run.

"Good good!"

The old doctor immediately walked into the back room, checked the herbs in the medicine jar one by one, nodded, and closed the lid again, "It's almost done, you go and give this medicine to him, I'll grab some medicines to stop bleeding again. "

Li Xiang was stunned for a long time before nodding his head in agreement.

He didn't think it was too hot, so he took the red medicine pot off the stove, his fingers were blistered, and his body didn't even shake.

The old man frowned suddenly, and finally he couldn't help but sigh.

When the old man walked into the backyard, Li Xiang walked up to Han Zhong with the medicine jar in his hand, and there were only the two of them left in the guest room.

Han Zhongxiao looked at this down-and-out man with dull eyes with interest.

Speaking of which, he was the one who suggested to Li Fang to use sculptures to attract weirdness. He also sent the sculptures and incense to Li Xiang's house. From this point of view, he was also responsible for the death of Li Xiang's wife.

Huh, but so what?

"I broke my hand, can you give me medicine?"

Han Zhong raised his broken hands in a gesture.

Li Xiang was stunned for a long time before handing the boiled medicine jar to Han Zhong's mouth. Han Zhong turned his head and avoided the medicine jar, his face showing disgust.

"I mean to let you pour it into a bowl and feed me with a spoon, not pour it directly from a medicine pot." Seeing Li Xiang who didn't respond, Han Zhong frowned: "I don't understand this, I can't understand people's words, I'm really crazy ?”

At this time, Li Xiang, who was sluggish, suddenly moved.

The high-raised medicine jar suddenly fell down, and the hot medicine juice poured down from the top of Han Zhong's head in an instant, and entered his eyes.

"what!"

Han Zhong was scalded and screamed, just about to get angry.

The figure in front of him pushed him and rode on his waist.

boom!
The head was suddenly hit by a heavy object, and there were stars in his eyes.

Han Zhong was horrified, and hurriedly wiped away the thick medicine dregs from his eyes with his big arms, his blurred vision suddenly cleared up, and the bottom of a dark and hot pot in front of him became bigger and bigger in his eyes, smashing his eyes. bridge of the nose.

Li Xiang's eyes were red and he was panting heavily, like a beast that lost his mind, he waved the medicine pot and smashed it at Han Zhong like crazy.

"You're laughing...you're still laughing..."

The raving in his mouth seemed to be the cause of his madness.

In just a few breaths, Han Zhong's face was smashed into a bloody mess. He was in a hurry, and murderous intent flashed in his swollen eyes. Finally, he seized a chance and threw his severed hand towards Li Xiang's head.

But next second...

whoosh-

There was a sound of piercing through the air, and a small stone tore through the air, piercing through Han Zhong's arm like a bullet, crippling half of his body in an instant.

Han Zhong's liver and gallbladder were torn apart, his heart was terrified, his throat rolled, and before he could say a word, a medicine jar was suddenly smashed and he was speechless.

The twisting legs and feet struggled to kick the ground. Gradually, the strength of the legs and feet struggled became smaller and smaller, and finally became stiff and motionless.

Han Zhong exhausted his energy and blood, without the protection of the golden bell cover, his physical strength was only a few chips higher than that of ordinary people, and he was not indestructible.

And the only red line fist that was tempered like steel was cut off by Chuhe, so that Han Zhong died so embarrassingly in the end.

The earthen pot in his hand was smashed to pieces, and his hands had been scarred by tile fragments long ago, and the bones were deeply visible, but even so, Li Xiang still beat Han Zhong's body with all his strength, over and over again.

Douda's tears fell from his eyes, and his heart was filled with unspeakable sadness.

Li Xiang remembered everything and could see everything.

He's not crazy, he's just protecting himself...

On the eaves of the inner courtyard, there was a cool breeze, and Chu He withdrew his right hand that threw the stone, watching Li Xiang hammering and crying bitterly at the same time.

He withdrew his gaze, and let out a foul breath.

It seems that Li Xiang is not an idiot.

At the same time, Han Zhong's tragic situation sounded the alarm for Chuhe.

I am more firm in my previous thinking that I must find a horizontal martial arts that focuses on the body. The golden bell jar alone has too many disadvantages.

Once the blood is exhausted, it will be like paper.

Thinking of Qi and blood, he lowered his head and glanced at the unconscious old doctor.

"Exactly, come in handy."

…………

woohoo hoo...

The whimpering cold wind swirls violently.

With a pale face and dry lips pursed, Wu Feng hid in a corner of a wall where rocks collapsed, watching closely the place where Hong Shou and Li Fang fought.

There was roaring and roaring, and the roar of explosions continued one after another.

The battle has reached a fever pitch!

Such a huge commotion has unknowingly attracted the attention of the whole village, and the bold ones even climbed onto the roof to peek.

Wu Feng glanced at the bloody right leg with hatred, only hating himself for not being able to help Master, but instead holding back.

Master, he is an old man, can he still hold on?

Thinking of Chu He leaving without looking back, Wu Feng laughed helplessly at himself: "Even Junior Brother Chu doesn't think Master can win."

"How come, I think Master can win!"

A mellow and sweet voice sounded behind Wu Feng.

Wu Feng was taken aback when he heard the words, and turned his head abruptly.

At the moment, Chuhe is holding a figure, standing on the top of the wall, looking into the distance, and nodding seriously: "And there is still a big chance of winning."

"Junior Brother Chu, you...you..."

Wu Feng stammered and pointed at Chu Hedao.

"Why, you don't think I escaped just now, do you?"

Chuhe lowered his head and narrowed his eyes.

"I..." Wu Feng was ashamed and speechless.

He really thought so, but Chuhe's ability to go back and forth is enough to show that his guess just now was wrong, and it was a big mistake.

"Okay, I'm too lazy to listen to your explanation."

Chuhe looked away, raised his hand and slapped the old Langzhong.

"Ouch!"

The old man's left cheek became red and swollen quickly, and the slap print was clearly distinct.

He screamed and woke up from the coma in an instant.

"Old Zhangtou, come alive."

Chu He threw the old Langzhong in front of Wu Feng, pointed at his bloody legs and feet: "Stabilize his injury, don't let him die."

"Do you understand?"

Chuhe stared at the old man with menacing eyes.

"Understood, understood."

The old Langzhong knew what was going on at a glance, and he didn't dare to make any mistakes, so he nodded in agreement in a hurry, and almost patted his chest to guarantee it.

"Okay, now it's my turn."

Chuhe took out a ginseng from his pocket and took a bite.

The old Lang had sharp eyes and found that what Chuhe was holding in his hand was the century-old wild ginseng that he had hidden beside the bed.

"Where are you going?"

Wu Feng subconsciously said worriedly.

Chu He gave Wu Feng a strange look, and said calmly, "Of course I'm going to help Master. If two fight one, the odds of winning will naturally be greater."

(End of this chapter)