Ximen Lang's face became more and more livid, and his body shook and he almost fell down. Xiao Muqing and the other three women hurriedly stopped him, and they all turned pale with fright. Gan Ninglian said distressedly: "Xiao Lang... what's wrong with you?"
Qiao Ling'er said anxiously: "Brother Xiaolang, don't scare us, just hold on..."
Ximen Lang opened his eyes and smiled bitterly and said: "I'm fine, I won't die yet." Then he said to the airport leader: "Director Hao, ask your car to take me there."
Director Hao hurriedly said: "No problem, you can use it as long as you want." Then he told the driver in the car: "Xiao Wu, you drive Mr. Ximen there, and you can take him wherever he wants to go."
The driver also knew this great man with his hands covering the sky, so he nodded hurriedly and said, "Okay."
Ximenlang said: "Thank you, Director Hao."
Director Hao was flattered and said: "You are too polite. It's a small matter. It's an honor for me to serve Mr. Ximen." He glanced at the Tu-204 civilian cargo plane and asked tentatively: "Mr. Ximen, what are you doing?"
What to do with this plane?”
"Just park it here. I borrowed it. I think someone will come to pick it up. Then ask them to find me at the company."
"I understand, then you're good to go."
Ximen Lang gathered his energy and got into the car with the help of the three women. The four of them sat down and he told the driver: "Go to Pu Yundong."
The driver agreed, started the car and drove eastward out of the airport. More than forty minutes later, it arrived at the Puyundong area and stopped in front of a courtyard. Ximen Lang was already a little confused and said randomly: "Let's get out of the car and let's go."
Driver, please drive back."
The three women hurriedly got him out of the car and told the driver to return to the airport. After the car left, the extremely weak Ximen Lang could no longer stand. Xiao Muqing held him in her arms with tears in her eyes and said in a trembling voice: "Xiao Lang
, we are here, please hold on for a while, and I will go find your master." She had been here before and knew that it was the residence of Xiao Lang's master. She thought that since Xiao Lang pointed out this place, she must want the master to treat him.
Xiao Muqing walked into the courtyard with Ximen Lang in her arms, followed by Gan Ninglian and Qiao Ling'er, who had worried looks on their faces. She probably noticed that the four of them had entered, and a girl in a blue batik dress walked out of the old house, her face was watery.
Looked over with bright eyes.
When Gan Ninglian and Qiao Linger saw this girl for the first time, they couldn't help but exclaim in their hearts, what a beautiful girl, so charming! Indeed, this is the most charming girl they have ever seen in their lives, as if she was made of a pool of clear water.
When the girl saw Ximen Lang being held by Xiao Muqing, her face changed drastically and she screamed, "Xiao Lang..." Suddenly, her slim body jumped over from more than ten meters away, and she was in front of the four of them in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Muqing knew this extremely charming girl, and said with tears in her bright eyes: "Miss Wen, Xiaolang is seriously injured."
The girl was Ximen Lang's senior sister and underground girlfriend Wen Ziling. Seeing Xiao Lang's livid face and dull eyes, she was heartbroken and said with a cry: "Xiao Lang, how did you end up like this?"
Ximen Lang looked over with confused eyes. Although he was very close, he couldn't see clearly the appearance of his senior sister. He could only identify who the other party was by her voice. He said feebly: "Zi Ling, ask Master to save me..." Before he could say anything,
When he was done, he fainted with a tilt of his head.
"Xiaolang..." Almost at the same moment, the four girls screamed in grief.
Xiao Muqing hugged him tightly and burst into tears. Qiao Ling'er shook his arms anxiously. Gan Ninglian hurriedly pinched the other person. Wen Ziling shouted at the top of her lungs: "Dad, come here quickly..."
Suddenly, a green figure came like a hurricane. Xiao Muqing felt a lightness in her arms and found that Xiaolang was snatched away by a tall and strong one-armed old monk opposite. She knew that this monk was Xiaolang's master.
.She felt that there was a glimmer of hope in front of her. Xiaolang was so powerful, his master must be an expert in this world, and he would definitely be able to save his life.
Thinking of this, Xiao Muqing's knees buckled and fell to the ground with a plop, and said with tears: "Master, please save Xiaolang."
Gan Ninglian and Qiao Ling'er also had tears on their faces. Seeing Xiao Muqing like this, they guessed that the old monk opposite must have great supernatural powers. The two women knelt down behind Xiao Muqing in unison and said with tears: "Please master, save him..."
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The door of the old house opened, and Hong Jiao walked out with crutches. She turned her right hand and poked the ground. Her body suddenly jumped up and landed next to the green-robed ancestor like a strange bird. She looked in a coma.
Ximen Lang, who was in the middle, asked with concern: "Old man, what's wrong with him?"
Fortunately, the green-robed ancestor was awake at this time. He looked at the two dark handprints on Ximen Lang's chest with sharp eyes and said in a deep voice: "He has been caught in the clutches of the Netherworld and is in some trouble."
Hong Jiao frowned, "Netherworld Devil Palm, this palm technique is known as Ghost Seeing Sorrow. I didn't expect that there are still people who are proficient in this evil skill. The injuries suffered by Xiaolang are indeed nerve-wracking, but it shouldn't be a problem for an old man like you."
."
The green-robed ancestor showed a proud look on his face and said: "The Nether Demonic Palm is very evil. After being hit by this palm, no matter how deep your internal strength is, you can't force it out of the body. However, with my Blood Desire Demonic Skill,
In comparison, it is not evil enough, far from it. In the world, I am the only one who can resolve this kind of evil."
Having said this, the green-robed ancestor threw Ximen Lang's body into the air. When it fell, his huge right palm slapped Ximen Lang's back, making a loud bang.
Ximen Lang's body rose into the air again, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood. Xiao Muqing and others were dumbfounded and thought to themselves: This old monk is so barbaric. Should he heal Xiao Lang's injuries or beat him?
Seeing Ximen Lang's body falling down again, the green-robed ancestor flew up and kicked Ximen Lang five or six meters into the air. When he fell, he kicked Ximen Lang again, one after another, each one was very powerful.
Use force to make a loud banging sound, as if what you are kicking is not a person but an inanimate object.
Xiao Muqing, Gan Ninglian and Gui Ling'er looked at each other and looked at each other. What's going on with this monk? If he keeps kicking him like this, Xiaolang will fall apart and die. What should he do?
Among the three girls, the one who couldn't hold back the most was Qiao Ling'er. She shouted angrily: "What are you doing? Is this healing? If you continue to kick me, you will be killed..." Before she could finish her words, she found that she was leaning on
The woman with crutches turned her head sharply and looked at her with infinitely cold eyes. She was startled. She felt that the other person was fierce and weird, and her heart was pounding nervously, so she didn't dare to say any more.
Wen Ziling hurriedly explained softly: "Don't worry, my father's martial arts is unique and different from what you usually see. Don't worry, Xiaolang is his apprentice, and my father will never harm him."