Lin Yang was silent for a while, looked at a few people silently, and said calmly: "Zhan Yidao, although you are the god of swords, but now you are covered with scars, terminally ill, and do not have much life. I am not afraid of you, and I am not afraid either."
You, I am not familiar with you, why should I betray you?"
Zhan Xiong's expression changed.
The old man did not say a word, his face remained calm. He looked at Lin Yang and said sincerely: "Little brother, although I am currently disabled and do not have much strength to fight, I can see that your strength is by no means ordinary.
! If Zhan Xiong’s actions are not enough to quell your anger! Then, we can only let you deal with it. After all, all of us together may not be your opponent! Your Excellency... do it! "
When they heard this, everyone around them turned pale and frightened.
"Old sir, you...what do you mean by this?"
"Have you given up?"
"No, old sir, you must have a way, you must have a way!"
"Old sir, you must save our fishing village!"
The village chief and others panicked, holding the old man's thigh and crying.
But the old man was indifferent.
At this moment, he can't even protect himself, so how can he pay attention to these greedy guys?
"Sir, I have offended you. If you want to kill or chop me into pieces, come at me. Don't hurt my father!" Zhan Xiong suddenly raised his head and shouted at Lin Yang.
"Don't you think this is childish? What qualifications do you think you have to bargain with me?" Lin Yang said calmly.
Zhan Xiong was startled for a moment, gritted his teeth secretly, and said nothing.
Lin Yang ignored him, stared at Zhan Yi Dao for a while, and walked towards him.
Everyone suddenly became nervous.
"Father!"
Zhan Xiong stood up suddenly, extremely anxious, and was about to go over, but the old man raised his hand to stop him.
"Don't mess around!" Zhan Yidao shouted.
Zhan Xiong's anxious eyes were bright red and he stared at Lin Yang.
If Lin Yang dared to have any ill intentions towards Zhan Yidao, he would definitely rush forward with all his life.
However, Lin Yang did not do anything to hurt Zhan Yidao. He just stood in front of him, looked at Zhan Yidao, then raised his arm and took his pulse.
After a moment, Lin Yang spoke.
"Are you poisoned?"
"Little brother, you still know medicine?" Zhan Yidao was a little surprised.
"Know a little bit."
Lin Yang said calmly, and then touched Zhan Yidao's arms for a while, then pulled off the blanket covering his legs.
As soon as the blanket was pulled away, a foul smell came out.
Then a pair of shriveled and shriveled legs appeared in everyone's sight.
Many people around pinched their noses and frowned.
Lin Yang also stared closely.
"What's wrong with his legs?" Ma Hai asked blankly.
"Nerve necrosis, muscle atrophy, vitrified bones, basically useless." Lin Yang said calmly.
"This is all thanks to the poison in my body." Zhan Yidao sighed and said hoarsely: "I thought I was known as the God of Swords, but I ended up like this in my later years. It's really a trick of fate."
"Father, I will definitely visit famous doctors to find an antidote and cure you." Zhan Xiong said with tears in his eyes.
"It's useless. There is no cure for my leg, and the poison cannot be cured. Now I can live day by day! This is all fate..." Zhan Yidao said hoarsely.
"Father!" Zhan Xiong knelt on the ground and cried loudly.
People around him were also filled with emotion.
A generation of sword gods, so miserable, it is really unpredictable...
But at this moment, Lin Yang suddenly spoke.
"Who said it can't be solved?"
"Um?"
Zhan Yidao was stunned.
Zhan Xiong also raised his head suddenly: "What did you say?"
