Urban divine farmer medical immortal

When Hua Yuchuan led the people in the city master's mansion to collect the corpses for Sunan, the restaurant was already boiling.

"My God, how can it be possible to defeat Yunshan in one hand?"

"Lord Yunshan is the first master of our Zhengwu state. He was born at the top, but he didn't even block a move. What is the cultivation of Lord Sunan

The people below have a big mouth and a thick brain.

What happened in front of them was hard for them to accept. Two words came out of their hearts.

"Immortal master!"

Only the immortal master of the big sect has such terrible strength.

If Tianjiao of the immortal sect in the secular world saw this scene, he would certainly despise Yunshan's arrogance. Even the legitimate Tianjiao of the immortal sect were vulnerable to Su Laomo, not to mention a mere Yunshan.

Yunshan got up from the ground, his face was full of horror. As a client, he could feel how terrible and overbearing he was.

If it wasn't for the other side to keep his hand, he would have been smashed by this hand at the moment.

Regardless of the injury on his arm, the first thing Yunshan did when he stood up was to apologize to Sunan: "Yunshan is beyond his capacity and offends the elder. Thank you for your kindness."

"Go away!" Sunan waved coldly to get rid of the man.

"Thank you for sparing me."

Yunshan lowered his head. Before he left, he looked at Qiurong with pity. The old man was a disciple of the sword Palace by virtue of his son. No one paid attention to him. Now he kicked the iron plate, and no one could save him.

Qiu Rong's face was pale, his whole body was shivering, his mouth was still trembling, and he didn't seem to react to the shock just now.

"How can it be, how can it be, how can he be such a young immortal?"

Qiu Rong shook his head desperately and didn't believe what happened in front of him.

"Qiurong, what else can I say now?" Sunan despised, thought the other party has what ability, did not expect but so unbearable.

Hearing the voice of Sunan, Qiurong subconsciously stirred his spirits, bent his knees and knelt down on the ground: "master Su Xian, forgive me. I accidentally offended Xianwei and asked for mercy."

Sunan looked at him indifferently: "I just gave you the opportunity, if you kneel down for mercy, then let you go, but you didn't cherish it, now kneel down for mercy, it's too late."

"Immortal master..."

Qiurong, pale and eager, said, "please think twice, master Su Xian. My son is a disciple of the sword palace. You can't kill me."

Sunan sneered: "you threaten your son. What about the disciples of the sword palace? Even if the leader of the sword palace comes, he can't save you."

Qiurong old man saw the intention of killing in Sunan's tone, and his face suddenly became ferocious: "Sunan, my son is Tianjiao of sword palace. If you kill me today, my son will take revenge for me in the future."

"Let him come."

Sunan pointed out and shot out with a strong force, directly on the center of his eyebrows.

Suddenly, a red hole appeared on his forehead.

This man is narrow-minded, but he lost to himself in medical skills. He has a will to kill heart for him, and it's a disaster to keep him. Sunan has no sense of guilt to kill him.

"Gulong!"

Looking at Qiu Rong's death, the people in the restaurant secretly swallow their saliva, and feel a bit scared.

Especially the people who had made sarcastic remarks before, now their clothes have been wet with sweat, and they look at Sunan with fear one by one, and their eyes are full of panic.

Even Qiu Rong dares to kill, not to mention these little fish.

Without Sunan's words, these people's feet were like nails, motionless, clubbing in place like wood.

Just at this time, Hua Yuchuan wailed outside.

"Brother Su, my brother Su, I'm late. I told you not to go out of the city. You didn't listen to the advice. I hurt you and made you die here. I'm sorry!"

Hearing the wailing of Hua Yuchuan, the faces of the people in the restaurant suddenly became very strange.

One by one, there was some disdain in their eyes.

How can they not be clear about what Hua Yuchuan is? They are people who fish for fame.

"Mr. Qiurong, where is Mr. Qiurong? I know my brother Su has offended you. Please look at me and collect the body for my poor brother su."

Hua Yuchuan pushed away the crowd, pretended to be sad and walked into the restaurant.

However, he soon found that the atmosphere in the restaurant was not right, but he didn't think much about it. He grabbed the person next to him and asked, "Mr. Qiurong, I want to see him. I want to intercede for my dead brother su."

"Qiurong is there." Someone pointed to the direction of Qiurong's body.

Hua Yuchuan walked over and said with hypocrisy: "Mr. Qiurong, my su brother has offended you and has been killed by you now. Please give me face and let me take my brother's body and let him live in peace."

There was no answer.

As soon as Hua Yuchuan's face changes, Qiu Rong is too shameless. People have already been killed by you, and the gas in your heart has dissipated. You can't give yourself the corpse of Sunan to earn some fame.

"Mr. Qiu Rong?"

Hua Yuchuan called again.

But he didn't respond. Instead, people around him looked at him strangely and even jokingly, which made him a little uneasy.

"There seems to be something wrong, father."

When Hua Qifeng came up, he also felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere in the restaurant, but he couldn't say what was wrong for a moment.

"Big brother, Mr. Qiurong doesn't give face. What should we do?" Hua Chenwu asked in a low voice.

They come to collect the corpses for Sunan in a big way. If Qiurong doesn't give face, will they rob them or go back in ashes? It's hard for them to ride a tiger in the city Lord's mansion.

Hua Yuchuan didn't expect that he thought Qiurong would give him the corpse of Southern Jiangsu generously.

However, what he didn't think of was still behind.

"Qiurong old dog is dead. Who will the Lord collect the corpse for?" The voice of Southern Jiangsu's sarcasm came, and the people around them quickly gave way.

Qiurong's body lies on the ground, with a prominent sword hole in the middle of his eyebrows.

Hua Yuchuan and others were shocked, and their minds were blank.

"Qiurong is dead. Who killed him?"

Sunan stood up from the chair and walked to the man with a look of banter: "Lord, who are you here to collect the corpse for? Are you here to collect the corpse for the old dog Qiurong?"

"Su... Su Nan?"

Hua Yuchuan retreated and banged into the chair behind him. His whole face was full of horror. He came to ask for help from Sunan to collect the corpse, but now Sunan is standing in front of him, and Qiurong has become a cold corpse.

This change is so big that his brain is short circuited and he doesn't know what to do for a moment.

And the people who followed him to the city Lord's mansion, all of them turned into puppets and were stunned.