"Old woman, what you said is too much." Song Chanzi looked ugly. In his opinion, the old woman had some strength, but she was no match for them.
"You can try."
Grandma said calmly, her tone cold.
"You asked for this."
Song Chanzi snorted, took a step forward, and punched.
Grandma watched the Gang Qi Fist coming and was indifferent, until Fist Gang arrived in front of her and waved the crutch in her hand lightly.
The ferocious fist was scattered.
"What!"
Song Chanzi's jaw dropped in shock.
Although he was injured and had not recovered, even though it was just an ordinary punch, it was not something that just anyone could catch.
Grandma actually resolved it easily.
Qingchengzi said solemnly: "Brother Song, I think it's better to forget it. Grandma is not simple."
"Come again!"
Songchanzi was not convinced.
In the past, he was crushed against the corpse chasers and lost face in Dalian; now, he also failed in dealing with an old woman, which made him very embarrassed.
"kill."
This punch was Song Chanzi's full strength.
Grandma narrowed her eyes and said contemptuously: "I've given you a chance to live, but you actually want to kill me. Since you are seeking death, I will help you!"
puff.
This punch was also broken up by the crutch.
The next second, Grandma appeared in front of Song Chanzi, moving as fast as the wind, so Song Chanzi didn't even react.
Qingchengzi's pupils shrank and he exclaimed: "Grandma, please be merciful."
"puff!"
However, it was still a step too late.
The crutch penetrated Songchanzi's chest, blood spurted out, and the scene was frozen.
Yan Zhenqing, Mu Liuyun and others turned pale.
"Uh, uh——"
Song Chanzi looked at her chest in disbelief, her throat was crawling, but she couldn't speak.
"puff!"
Grandma took out her crutch and brought out a stream of blood.
The blood hole as big as a fist in Song Chanzi's chest was shocking.
"Save me, everyone, save me quickly!"
Song Chanzi shouted with the last bit of her strength.
Yan Zhenqing, Mu Liuyun and several Chinese doctors in the camp quickly took action, using medical magic skills one after another.
However, to no avail.
Grandma said disdainfully: "Your medical skills are too young. You can't save the people I want to kill."
Songchanzi's eyes protruded and then lost the breath of life.
The first national doctor died like this!
Huang Shouren swallowed his saliva with a "Gulu" sound. He thought Song Chanzi would be taught a lesson, but he didn't expect to be killed directly.
At this moment, everyone looked at Grandma with fear in their eyes.
Qingchengzi didn't dare to say anything.
Grandma fumbled for a secret key from Song Chanzi's arms, put it in her pocket, and said, "Who else is causing trouble?"
Everyone was as silent as cicadas.
"If not, then let's go on our way."
Grandma didn't even look at Song Chanzi's body. It seemed like nothing happened just now and she was walking in front.
Huang Shouren raised his chin proudly and followed Grandma closely.
"well."
Qingchengzi sighed.
"Ye Fan's guess is correct. Grandma is a cruel person. Don't act rashly next."
"Can't you resist?" Yan Zhenqing asked.
"can not say it clearly."
Qingchengzi shook his head.
The Mu family camp has now lost Song Chanzi and is already the weakest without the protection of the second-level master of transformation.
Mu Liuyun said bitterly: "Brother Yan, I don't plan to get any share of this Dongfu inheritance. I just want to be safe and sound. I hope we can join forces."
"Definitely."
"Song Chanzi is the first Chinese doctor, let's build a tomb." Qingchengzi quickly dug a deep hole, buried Song Chanzi in it, and erected a tombstone.
After bowing, the group left here.
boom!
On the cliff, the battle continues.
"puff!"
Hu Chao and Peng Yue were beaten with blood spurting out, and Yin Juekong and Yin Jueming also felt uncomfortable. As for the corpse generals, they had already lost seven, seven or eight.
The white evil spirit among the black and white evil spirits was seriously injured.
Ye Fan's face remained unchanged and his heart did not beat.
"That's all you have? I'm so disappointed."
This contemptuous and disdainful tone made Yin Juekong and the others so angry that they wanted to tear Mark into pieces.
But Ye Fan is too strong.
How could there be such a devilish boy who was more stunning than the Brahmin young master!
Yin Juekong gritted his teeth.
Suddenly, a signal sounded and he laughed: "The crossbow has been assembled. Ye Fan, your father's death has come."