A warrior of the Fu family opened the plank, took out a few books from below, and handed them over.

"Doctor Mo, look, are these things you're looking for."

"Five pimple running script." Mo Qiu's eyes lit up:

"Probably."

In the description of many medical techniques, the plague is usually divided into five pimples to distinguish it.

Opening the booklet, a line of large characters greeted my eyes.

"One person gets sick and infects a family. The lighter has ten lives, and the severer survives one or two. Within the context, it is probably the same."

"The plague is the same for the general sick, and it is also called the heaven and the time epidemic. There are three treatment methods: it is necessary to make up, to disperse, and to drop..."

"Wind, people's diseases are pain in the limbs, pain in the head, irritability, internal trouble, dry throat and drinking..."

Don't ask to look up, with a solemn face:

"Help me prepare a room, put the medical books here, and don't bother if you have nothing to do."

"Yes!"

The warrior should have waved his big hand, and the few people around him got busy, counting the medical books to make room.

In the ruins, everyone was busy, no one noticed, and there was one more person in the crowd.

Su Yanchen walked in the meantime, nodded to the martial artists of the Fu and Fang families, with a calm expression.

When other people saw him walking, they looked at him, and their eyes immediately became confused, only thinking that this person was very familiar.

But to say the name of the other party, but can't remember it for a moment.

Happy Heart Sutra!

This is the secret martial arts of a certain sect, which is similar to the rumored maid.

All have the effect of confusing others' minds through eyes, movements, and even voices.

It's just that one man plays, and one belongs to a woman.

Across the ruins, Su Yanchen walked slowly to the end and pushed open the door of the only remaining house.

"Crunch..."

The door shaft turned hard, and the door frame was damaged by the force just now, and the sound was extremely harsh.

There was a person sitting in the room, thin, pale complexion, and between the eyebrows, there was the elegant air of a literati.

The gown hangs down, and the hair dangles lightly.

It is Moqiu.

He frowned when he heard the sound, but he didn't leave the book in front of him, but he spoke displeased:

"Didn't you say, don't bother me if you have anything to do?"

"Doctor Mo, I found another book, maybe you can use it." Su Yanchen's expression remained unchanged, and he closed the door:

"This plague has affected hundreds of people. It is really hard for Doctor Mo to find a solution for one party."

"It should be." Do not ask to lower his head, his voice unchanged:

"Let things down, just go out."

"Yes." Su Yanchen smiled lightly and moved closer.

Obviously, the man in front of him is a pure healer.

This is also normal, not so, how can the other party possess such advanced medical skills at a young age?

Su Yanchen has also met several similar people, all of whom have superb skills in other areas.

Such people are worthy of admiration, but their energy is spent in other areas, and their strength is not strong.

"Doctor Mo, put it here?"

He took a book that he had found from nowhere, and handed it forward, his five fingers flipped through the book, and the lightning flashed.

Yinfeng breaks the robbery!

With five fingers, he buckled the pulse of the opponent.

He has used this hand many times, and even relying on trust, successfully attacked an innate master.

Nowadays, facing a doctor who has a rough knowledge of martial arts, he is able to catch it by himself.

But at this moment, Mo Qiu's body trembled subconsciously, just enough to avoid the point.

This claw failed to hold the pulse, just grabbed the wrist.

"What are you doing?" Mo Qiu turned his head and looked surprised:

"Just put the book down, what do you do with me?"

"Heh!" Su Yanchen sneered:

"Doctor Mo, you are really dull, but forget it, now that it has fallen into my hands, the next thing is to be obedient, don't shout..."

"Ah~"

Before he finished his words, his expression was abruptly distorted, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but breathe in desperately.

But at this moment, Mo Qiu's wrist flipped abruptly, clever like a snake, clasping his wrist in the opposite direction.

The speed and the abrupt changes made it too late for an innate to escape.

Especially terrible.

They are Moqiu's five fingers, like five sharp daggers made of stainless steel, ignoring barriers and piercing the flesh fiercely.

The innate qi, a hundred forged flesh body, was penetrated and torn by his life and life, grabbing five blood holes, and even clasping the pulse of the wrist, invading the whole body.

At the same time, a layer of dim black light quietly emerged, covering the whole body.

Heisha true body!

Seventh!

The qi bursts out and is invincible. Even if it is an innate master, it is far inferior to him when it comes to pure strength at this moment.

In a short time, the person under control turned into Su Yanchen.

Don't ask for a gloomy complexion, cold eyes, and automatic clothes without wind, although he turned over in one fell swoop, in fact, he was afraid of fear in his heart.

He had never thought that a dignified congenital master would even sneak attack on himself without his skin.

Moreover, the ability of the visitors to hide their breath is the best he has ever seen, and even the Buddhist practitioners were not even aware of it.

If it weren't for the other party's slack in his heart at the last moment, showing a trace of murderous aura, I am afraid that today, I will really become a prisoner.

Turning to my mind, anger raged.

"boom!"

On the hard ground, a crack like a spider web suddenly appeared. Don't ask for the body to rise, soaring more than a foot, five fingers clenched a fist and smashed it fiercely.

After punching out, the surrounding halo suddenly darkened.

It seems that at this moment, there is nothing in the world except for the oncoming giant punches.

Da Hei Tian Fist!

With a punch, everything collapses.

innate!

No, it's just physically tough.

Su Yanchen is worthy of being an innate master. He has walked on the front line of crisis many times and woke up in an instant.

But the attacking fist was terrifying, and the hair on the top of his head was broken before it fell on the body.

If it is really hit, even if it is congenital, it will not be able to hold it with fear.

In times of crisis, his instinct to fight for decades has allowed him to keep calm and raise his true energy in an instant.

"Crackling..."

The muscles and bones all over his body screamed, and the Yi Jin Hua Bone Art was fully utilized in an instant, and his body suddenly became short.

This shortness avoided the punch.

At the same time, his arm shook like a big gun, slamming forward.

"boom!"

The extreme speed directly oscillates the air, forming a shock wave visible to the naked eye.

What the tip of the gun pointed at was unexpectedly unpleasant.

"it is good!"

Don't ask for a low growl, the front of the fist suddenly slashed.

It is common sense to go all-out boxing technique, which is often inconvenient to change.

Half a foot of the land, turned into a split.

Its power is undiminished, even more uncompromising, and castration is more aggressive and fierce.

The palm split, the energy surging from below, went straight to the elbow, and Su Yanchen's heart beat, and he had to change his arm from a gun to a whip.

Flicked, the void exploded.

In a circle, the arms are cross-legged like dragons and snakes.

Mo Qiu seemed to know that he would change his tricks like this.

The big slashing hands stretched out with five fingers, turned into sharp eagle claws, swiped fiercely, and tore off a short sleeve.

"Bah..."

The seventh stage of the blessing of the true body of the black evil spirit, so that his five fingers can pinch gold and jade, not inferior to a magic weapon.

The two changed their moves crazily in the three-foot space, you dodge me, you retreated me in, and finally collided together.

"Peng!"

Mo Qiu's body shook, and he leaned back slightly, but Su Yanchen's throat was sweet, and he lost consciousness for an instant.

When it comes to cultivation base and strength, Su Yanchen is undoubtedly stronger.

However, the two are now fighting close together, and the physical strength is obviously not seeking to be stronger.

Moreover, even the moves are restrained.

"what!"

Su Yanchen roared in grief and indignation, slammed his right foot on the ground, his left leg smashed like a giant axe, and his elbow slammed with force.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

The crash is endless.

Don't ask for a cold face, cover his body with qi, and his true Qi urges with all his strength, turning into a hard-to-fight with fierce strength.

"Unfixed sword!"

"It's you!"

Su Yanchen roars

His moves were repeatedly restrained and his strength could not be fully displayed. At this moment, how could he still not understand the identity of the person in front of him.

Do not ask!

Doctor Mo!

The famous healer in Dong'an Mansion is actually a martial arts master with an indefinite sword.

Moreover, the hard work is so strong that it can even suppress the innate in close proximity!

This is simply incredible!

But this is true.

The two were entangled within three feet. Mo Qiu who went all out was like a burly giant, holding a delicate woman in his hand, letting her fight and roar desperately, but was still under control and could not escape.

"Let it go!"

Su Yanchen roared, and the sound was thunderous.

At the same time, the body's breath soared, and the innate true energy was entangled in the air, like a boring hammer hit.

"Peng!"

Mo Qiu was short, with surprise in his eyes.

What he was surprised was not the explosive strength of the opponent, but the abruptly torn arm in his hand.

Survive with a broken arm!

"Puff!"

With blood spurting wildly, Su Yanchen let out a mournful roar, and while Moqiu was restrained, he covered his broken arm and rushed towards the back.

"Huh!"

Seeing that he was about to rush out of the window sash, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Two sharp steel claws flashed, and suddenly they circled, binding Su Yanchen inside.

Flying claws!

In normal times, even if his speed is not as fast as Flying Claw, he can easily avoid it.

Today, it is extremely difficult.

And this kind of magic weapon, even if it is an innate master, it is not easy to get out of it.

"call……"

Don't beg to take a step forward, lift up his fists, like two big mountains close together, slamming on the opponent's forehead fiercely.

"Peng!"

The skull shattered and the brain splattered.

"Doctor Mo, Doctor Mo!"

"Wow..."

At this time, people from the Fu and Fang families outside the house heard the movement and slammed open the door and poured into the house.

"I'm fine." Mo Qiu turned pale and waved his hand gently:

"There is a remnant of Xuanyi teaching hidden here. Just now he tried to count me. Fortunately, Momou still has some ability."

"call……"

"Fortunately, fortunately!"

Everyone did not suspect him, Qi Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way~lightnovelpub.net~ Don't ask for flashing eyes, and said:

"In order to deal with him, I used poison. You don't need to pay attention to this corpse. I will deal with it."

Hearing that, the few people who originally wanted to step forward stopped at the same time, but subconsciously took two steps backward:

"Then... Dr. Laumo."

"It's easy to say."

Moqiu nodded, and subconsciously weighed his own strength as he relaxed his body.

In close combat, relying on the true body of the black evil spirit and the Wuding sword is no longer weak innate!

…………

A few days later.

Mo Qiu appeared in the backyard of Lu Mansion, still dressed in a Confucian shirt, dressed as a literati, and had a proper manner.

He arched his hand to the person in front of him:

"I'm here to get macaroni."