Sword and Love

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"No... no, back to master, the little... little disciple brought by Feng... Master Feng injured Senior Brother Wang Qing." out.

"What? What did you say? Who injured whom?" Liang Youming thought he had heard wrong, so he turned his head and asked with a gloomy face.

"Yes... yes..." Seeing the terrifying face of the master, the timid disciple couldn't even finish his sentence.

"Go, go out and have a look." Feng Qingyun was very rational, he stood up and walked out, of course he also heard the report of the disciple just now, but he didn't believe that he was such an obedient little disciple will hurt others.

"Let's go! Hurry up and lead the way!" Seeing Feng Qingyun leave, Liang Youming stood up, his face changed drastically. From the disciple who was reporting beside him, he could see that he must have heard correctly, but such an incredible Things, it is impossible for anyone to believe that a child who has just started at the age of eight, and his martial soul talent is only orange, how can a child with such poor aptitude hurt Wang Qing, who is already an eighteenth-level warrior.

But soon, he was shocked. As soon as he walked out of the gate of the main hall, he saw a group of disciples carrying the seriously injured Wang Qing.

Liang Youming turned pale with shock, he hurried forward a few steps, pushed away the disciples beside him, and hugged Wang Qing in his arms, only to see that on Wang Qing's right shoulder was a Wujin short sword about one foot long, directly piercing his right shoulder. The shoulder was pierced through, and blood was flowing at this time. If the rescue is not timely, it may be life-threatening, or the right arm may be crippled.

"Qing'er, what's going on, Qing'er? Who hurt you like this!?" Until now, Liang Youming still couldn't believe that such a serious injury was caused by Zheng Zinuo.

"Junior brother, let's save people first." Feng Qingyun glanced at Zheng Zinuo who was standing outside the crowd with his head down, and said neither sad nor happy, but from the black gold dagger alone, he knew it must be His little apprentice did it, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out how Zheng Zinuo did it when his soul power was sealed. The person who lay down was a true [-]th-level warrior , with only a short sword, without any support of soul power, how could he do it?

"Could it be that exquisite swordsmanship?" Feng Qingyun suddenly realized, and smiled bitterly in his heart, but at this moment, saving people was the most important thing, so he hurriedly reached out his hands to seal the large acupuncture points on Wang Qing's shoulders and chest, and the blood from the wound stopped flowing out immediately .

Then Liang Youming quickly pulled out the Wujin dagger, took out a small white bottle from his bosom, poured out a white pill and fed it to Wang Qing. Dan, afterward, he poured out another one, crushed it and poured it on Wang Qing's front and rear wounds, and then asked someone to bring gauze to bind his arms.

"Zinuo, come here!" Seeing that Wang Qing's injuries had stabilized, Feng Qingyun sternly shouted at Zheng Zinuo, "Kneel down!"

Zheng Zinuo was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, although he was dissatisfied in every possible way, he still knelt down obediently.

"It's really him?" Liang Youming still refused to accept the reality, looked at Feng Qingyun beside him and asked.

"Hehe..." Feng Qingyun smiled wryly, and said, "Junior brother, to tell you the truth, this black gold dagger is my little apprentice's personal sword, who else would it be?"

"Zinuo, tell your uncle to listen, what's going on?" Feng Qingyun said with a gloomy voice.