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"No... no, back to master, Feng... the young... young apprentice brought by Master Feng injured senior brother Wang Qing." The disciple who reported the report trembled when he heard this and stammered what happened.

came out.

"What? What did you say? Who hurt whom?" Liang Youming thought he heard wrongly, turned around and asked with a gloomy face.

"Yes...yes..." Seeing the master's terrifying face, the timid disciple couldn't even speak.

"Let's go out and take a look." Feng Qingyun was very sensible. He stood up and walked out. Of course he heard clearly the report of the disciple just now, but he didn't believe that he was such an obedient little disciple.

Will hurt others.

"Let's go! Why don't you lead the way!" Seeing Feng Qingyun leaving, Liang Youming stood up, his face changed drastically. From the disciple next to him who was reporting, he could see that he must have heard it right, but it was so incredible.

It is impossible for anyone to believe that an eight-year-old child who has just started martial arts, and his martial soul talent is only orange, how can a child with such poor qualifications hurt Wang Qing, who is already an eighteenth-level warrior.

But soon, he was shocked. As soon as he walked out of the main hall door, he saw a group of disciples carrying the seriously injured Wang Qing.

Liang Youming was shocked. He hurriedly took a few steps forward, pushed away the disciple beside him, and held Wang Qing in his arms. He saw that on Wang Qing's right shoulder, a black gold dagger about a foot long directly cut his right hand.

The shoulder was penetrated, and blood was flowing at the moment. If he was not rescued in time, his life would be in danger, or the right arm might be wasted.

"Qing'er, Qing'er, what's going on? Who hurt you like this!?" Until now, Liang Youming still can't believe that such a serious injury was caused by Zheng Zinuo.

"Junior brother, let's save people first and then talk about it." Feng Qingyun glanced at Zheng Zinuo, who was standing outside the crowd with his head lowered, and said without sadness or joy, but from the black gold dagger alone, he knew it must be

His little apprentice did it, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out how Zheng Zinuo did it when his soul power was sealed. The person lying down was a real eighteenth-level warrior master.

, how did he do it with just a short sword and no soul power to support it?

"Is it that exquisite swordsmanship?" Feng Qingyun suddenly realized and smiled bitterly in his heart, but at this moment, saving people was the most important thing. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to seal several large holes on Wang Qing's shoulders and chest, and the blood from the wounds stopped flowing out immediately.

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Then Liang Youming quickly pulled out the black gold dagger, took out a small white bottle from his arms, poured out a white elixir and fed it to Wang Qing. Zheng Zinuo had seen this elixir before, and it was the marching elixir he had used.

Then, he poured out another pill, crushed it and poured it on Wang Qing's front and back wounds, and then asked someone to bring gauze to tie up his arms.

"Zino, come here!" Seeing that Wang Qing's injury stabilized, Feng Qingyun shouted to Zheng Zinuo seriously, "Kneel down!"

Zheng Zinuo was slightly startled when he heard this. Although he was dissatisfied in every possible way, he still knelt down obediently.

"Is it really him?" Liang Youming still refused to accept the reality and asked Feng Qingyun beside him.

"Haha..." Feng Qingyun smiled bitterly and said, "Junior brother, to tell you the truth, this black gold dagger is my little disciple's sword. Who else could it be if it wasn't him?"
Chapter completed!