Hu San was stunned for a moment, unable to believe his ears, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and asked: What do you mean by being the boss?

I just looked at his breath and was still angry. Taoist priest was not dead. Jin Batian repeated it again.

Hu San stretched his finger under Taoist Qingxu's nose as if he was a little disbelief and tried it. He found that there was indeed a faint breath. He couldn't help but feel happy. It was really not dead.

Jin Batian gently helped Taoist Master Qingxu up and opened his Taoist robe. He saw that the blade on the broken arm was very neat, and the blood was still gushing, but now it seemed that the blood was flowing a lot less, so he took out the bleeding medicine from his arms and sprinkled it on the wound on Taoist Master Qingxu's arm. As soon as the painkiller was sprinkled on Taoist Master Qingxu's wound, he saw Taoist Master Qingxu suddenly opened his eyes, his body suddenly stiffened, and then he kept trembling, and the cold sweat on his head also oozed out of his forehead, followed by another scream.

The second uncle Hu San called out softly.

Taoist Master Qingxu slowly turned his head, his eyes covered with blood, and looked a little like a ghost baby's eyes. He said weakly: San'er went to stew the largest ginseng for me.

After saying this, he saw Taoist Master Qingxu closing his eyes again and fainted.

When the two saw that Taoist Master Qingxu was not dead, they were very happy and hurriedly ordered someone to stew ginseng. The ginseng was not ready yet. At this time, a few bandits came over with a man who looked like a doctor. Needless to say, the doctor must have been tied up by those bandits from the bottom of the mountain. His eyes were covered with a layer of black cloth and his body was tied up, which was so scared that he was trembling all over.

Jin Batian walked over, pulled off the black cloth covered in the doctor's eyes, and cut off the rope tied to him with another knife.

The doctor looked fifty years old, with a goatee on his chin. He rubbed his eyes and then looked up at the person in front of him. Seeing that the tall and strong man with a fat face and one-eyed torticol neck were standing in front of him, holding a big machete in his hand. His calves softened, he knelt on the ground, begging for mercy, saying: Grandpa, the hero, the young man, is just a doctor who treats people, and he has no money on his body. He also asks Grandpa, the hero, to spare his life.

Jin Batian sneered, looked at the doctor with one eye and asked: Do you know who I am

The doctor raised his head, looked at Jin Batian, and said timidly: The villain has eyes but does not know Mount Tai, does not know this hero, and does not know where he is

It doesn’t matter if I tell you, this is Heifeng Village. I am Jin Batian, the leader of this Heifeng Village, and Jin Batian said in a slight manner.

When the doctor heard this, his body suddenly fell down. He kowtowed again and begged for mercy: Please spare your life, please spare your life, please forgive me, please forgive me, please.
Chapter completed!