Perspective Medical Genius Young Master-Chapter 1693 - 1684: Shackles

"Destroy him!"

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the leader of the black-clad men quickly uttered a sentence.

Before he could finish speaking, their bodies were frozen by a haughty cold.

The other men in black displayed symptoms, unable to continue their affection. The leader in black tightly clenched his elbow, attempting to break through the teahouse roof to escape.

"You want to leave, but it’s too late!"

Don’t shout loudly.

Suddenly, their bodies shimmered. This person charged forward onto the roof, leaving Feng Xue as mere dust on the side.

At the same time, the leader in black swiftly drew his right hand out. Such arrogance amounted to less than half a foot.

His eyes fixated on him, always sprinting. His big and thin hand suddenly grasped the right hand of the black driver like lightning.

Clap!

Next thing you know, there was a break, causing the black driver to immediately face him.

In the blink of an eye, another of my right arms was crushed by Feng Shui.

In pain and trembling with fear, the leader in black regretted immensely. He had long known the strength of the two was terrifying. How did he get caught up in this?

Now it was certainly impossible to take Master Rongyi away.

In a rush, a black driver turned his heart to the left, and suddenly his right hand had a stroke of luck.

Bang!

At that moment, only a blast was heard, and one black man’s right hand exploded into two sections.

Over the evolution of time, Mo Fengxue’s hand sat on the shoulder of a person frequently dressed in black, smashing into the teacup’s receiver.

By then, the leader in black no longer cared about Master Rongyi helping others. He wanted to escape with his life, ditching those two dreadful elders.

In the dark, the leader in black clapped his left hand, and a thunderous noise echoed as soon as he arrived at the teahouse, which exploded.

Seeing the black driver was about to leave, Zhan Feng suddenly laughed and said, "You want to escape, but can you do so unscathed?"

No sound damage, invisibly and quickly exploding, was released.

The black leader, halfway into the building, suddenly felt his whole body shrinking.

Their bodies connected seamlessly, as if grasped by a dead giant hand, becoming numb in the air.

"How is it?"

His body was immediately tied up, and the black leader instantly feared losing his soul.

For the first time in his life, he encountered something so strange.

At this moment, not only did the black leader have a name in his mind, but all the other black leaders were frightened to death.

At this moment, everyone’s body worldwide was imprisoned by a formless force, enduring, performing actions, and attacking with half a move.

"Son, are you okay?"

On the battlefield, the Eight Immortals responded with strong colors and laughter to Zhan Feng as they said to Cangsheng.

"I’m fine!" he said dismissively with a wave of his hand.

"How do you plan to deal with them?"

As he spoke, Feng Xue’s single finger completely defeated the twelve.

"Kill him. Sooner or later, I will inform the Prince. The second circle just came to my doorstep and saved me much trouble!"

Cangsheng walked out arrogantly, nonchalantly looking at those twelve, explaining.

Upon hearing this, the hearts of all twelve black men immediately weakened.

Just now, he did not know that Master Rongyi, a conciliator, suddenly turned into a devil, with divine and insulting eyes or.

Perhaps among his subordinates, except for those previously injured, no one uttered a word.

"Alright!"

Feng Xue said lightly.

Mo Fengxue stretched out his hand, showing you ten beautiful fragments, suddenly pressed down like this.

"Boom!"

With just a loud blast, the twelve black-clad men, like twelve watermelons, burst under a powerful and rapid pressure.

In their last moments, they had nothing else to think about. This was originally a good plan, but it cost them their lives.

Su Cong bowed his head, killing a twelve-year-old naturally amid the intense storm, without even furrowing his brow.

"Let’s go!"

Mo Fengxue looked calmly at the deceased’s remains.

After the explanation, he and Zhan Feng packed the declaration skill, and with a flash of their bodies, they were already standing in front of the teacup. The arrogant Cangsheng was the last to come out.

As Cangsheng and his group exited the teahouse, they heard a loud bang behind them. A teahouse had instantly collapsed.

Amidst the ruins, the haughty Cangsheng bowed his head to Zhan Feng and Mo Fengxue, saying, "Thank you, two seniors, for your mutual help!"

Zhan Feng waved his hand dismissively. With disdain, he said, "Formalities and etiquettes can be avoided. If you’re going, you should explain the situation inside the Refining Field to me."

Feng Xue nodded and said, "Next time you take the magic pill, you must show me!"

Liu Qinghao said, "My teacher and father have been kidnapped. They are not underground’s twelve warriors."

Kidnapped?

Fengyang raised his eyebrows, frowning in confusion.

"Indeed, they were hijacked onto a road construction near the Imperial City!"

Liu Qinghao told the little demon your story; everyone said so at the time.

"The truth moves the twelve styles against a little ghostly response. He looks like a corpse behind the ghost. Terror is different!"

Mo Fengxue explained clearly, a pile of chess pieces on the Go board.

Nothing happened in the morning little late, but something happened today. Today is Alchemy Day, gently abducted, mostly bound by Alchemy Passwords!

Hua Feng smiled gently and analyzed the method.

Feng Xue nodded, "You say the little demon is the third prince fighting. Now that he’s out, most likely the other two princes did this!"

"Now that it’s clear, let’s play tricks!"

Zhan Feng explained kindly to Feng Xue, smiling.

In his perspective, burning eyebrows don’t worry at all.

"Alright, as long as you don’t relax before the battle, just take them to try a little!"

Feng Xue cheerfully smiled at the wind and clouds, Xue Lan stood up.

In light of this situation, Commissioner Long Yinsui couldn’t say a word: "To each family, weaken their conflicts; this time, their conflicts must be resolved face-to-face?"

Zhan Feng stood up and nodded: "Yes, how about it?"

Long Yinsui was overjoyed to know that when the wind rose, the light-headed arrogant alumni would be safe.

Then he smiled, charging ahead, "No, it’s nothing. I think this is the best way!"

"Not too old, continue, is there anything that impressed you? Wait, beware of that ghost being killed!"

The winds of war rose, turning into a storm. During the war, he flashed toward the palace.

After the shadow disappeared, he would play tricks to allow other voices.

Mo Fengxue didn’t hesitate, laughing loudly, becoming a wall of wind, disappearing in front of Long Yinsui et al.

When they arrived, Long Yinsui returned on the godly road: "Don’t worry, Brother Liu. If there’s a lot of everyone, without the seniors, the master will be fine."

Liu Qinghao’s head, anxiety, and worry began to dissipate.

Mo Fengxue and Zheng Fengyang, so powerful, soon reached the heart of the empire.

As introduced by Liu Qingcui Hao, they flew to the western side of the Imperial City after entering it.

Not long before they came out.

At the time, the leader of the black-clad men tried to summon Great Yijing to assist the Prince.

According to the big movements of "The Book of Changes," he evidently liked exercise.

The leader in black could be sure that as long as he intimidated attractive places, Yijing Da would turn to the left hand of the Emperor.

Successfully winning the championship is an absolute achievement for a Great Emperor, sure to have some profit.

When the leader of the black was astonished, there were light footsteps, suddenly confiscating his ears.

A black driver quickly turned around. When he saw outside the teahouse, he didn’t know there were already two elders. The man with black hair was almost scared into a cold sweat.

Possibly outside the teahouse, silently appearing without a sound, no one noticed, faced with two elders—the frightening power wasn’t that weak either.

"Two seniors, I don’t know what you’re doing here?"

With strong self-pressure, a heart fearful to the point of a jumping pulse, the black leader spoke lightly like this.

At the time, a teahouse had been drawn by Mo Yan’s blizzard and warfare, some very arrogant people.

Eyes fixated on these two elders finally coming, the last bit of pride and self-satisfaction concern finally vanished.

"We are here to find someone!"

Feng Xue looked indifferently at a black leader.

"I don’t know who the elders are looking for?"

The black-clad brother monitored the situation. In the resting room, slightly juxtaposing his right hand, this indicated that the people behind him were fond of Master Zhou Rongyi.

Feng Xue raised a hand, pointing to the arrogant Mr. Gray, "The person we are looking for is him!"

"Hahaha, old man, you must be joking, right? ’The Book of Changes’ might be our invite. How could he be the person you are looking for?"

With a dry laugh, the black leader immediately charged out, revealing his form as a formidable enemy.