Chapter 104 Don’t call me senior brother!

Chapter 104 Don’t call me senior brother!

Jiang Lingyin suffered some minor injuries in the previous fight.

There were a few bruises on his arms and legs, but he could still move freely.

But physical strength is also consumed.

Ye Wenjing's injuries were more serious.

After being hit in the chest by Mo Zhifei, he kept holding on.

At this moment, his face was pale and his breathing was unstable.

Every step he took seemed very difficult, and the blood at the corner of his mouth had not yet dried.

Jiang Lingyin was afraid that the poison of the black yeti that he had suppressed in his dantian would erupt completely, so he asked Mengduo to treat him immediately.

At this moment, Mengduo was almost exhausted and felt dizzy.

"My dear master, I can't take it anymore. I'm so hungry. I want to sleep..."

"Mengduo baby! Don't sleep!"

"Mengduo! Prepare your weapons for me before you go to bed!"

Mengduo was weak and used up her last bit of strength to throw a bunch of submachine guns, bullets, bombs, etc. to Jiang Lingyin.

Then, Jiang Lingyin called Mengduo, but there was no response.

Jiang Lingyin's heart sank.

Right now, I can only rely on myself to fight.

Jiang Lingyin supported the ground with one hand using the black iron sword and supported Ye Wenjing with the other hand.

"It seems that today, we can only fight to the death..."

Ye Wenjing raised his hand and brushed away the scattered hair on Jiang Lingyin's forehead.

He said gently: "Ayin, although I have only known you for a short time, I have gained a lot from this life.

Know that there is always a higher sky outside of the higher sky, and there is always a world outside of the world.

Ah Yin...

I wish you good health in the future...

You said you recognized me, but I didn't remember you. I'm sorry...

I'm afraid I won't have the chance to remember it again.

Don't worry about me, you must escape with your brother."

After saying that, he knelt down on one knee in front of Mo Zhifei.

"Brother Mo...calling you like this is really rude.

But Ye Mou saw that Senior Brother Mo and Ayin's mother were very close and they had a deep friendship.

So Ye Mou dared to be shameless and asked Brother Mo to take A Yin out.

Send her safely to Sixiang Academy, and my grandmother will make arrangements for her then."

There was a hint of determination in Ye Wenjing's voice.

Mo Zhifei snorted.

At the same time, he used his internal energy to repel the first wave of attacks from low-level medicine men.

He said to Ye Wenjing: "Boy, why do you need to beg me? This little girl is Wan Yin's daughter. I will save her myself. Why do you need to do me a favor?"

Jiang Lingyin burst into tears and shouted loudly: "Ye Wenjing you bastard! If you want to leave, let's leave together! If you die, what's the point of me living here!"

Ye Wenjing looked at her, his eyes full of affection and reluctance: "Ayin, be obedient, don't be willful, follow brother..."

Jiang Lingyin shook her head stubbornly: "No, I won't leave, let's die together!"

While dealing with the medicine man's attack, Mo Zhifei shouted, "Stop talking nonsense! With me here, it will be hard for you to die today."

Jiang Lingyin: ...

It’s so annoying, why didn’t you say it earlier.

My tears were shed in vain.

Jiang Lingyin calmly helped Ye Wenjing to hide aside: "Brother, these medicine men are left to you, hehe!"

While beating the medicine man, Mo Zhifei turned around and yelled at Jiang Lingyin: "I told you not to call me Senior Brother!"

Jiang Lingyin decisively made a zipper-like motion to indicate that she would stop talking nonsense.

Mo Zhifei then focused all his energy on dealing with the medicine man.

Jiang Lingyin secretly said to Ye Wenjing: "Ye Wenjing, I guess Senior Brother Mo was probably expelled from the sect by my mother, otherwise why wouldn't he let me call him Senior Brother?"

Ye Wenjing coughed, then pulled Jiang Lingyin to hide behind the ruins to avoid being discovered by the medicine man.

Then he said, "I don't think so. If he was expelled from the sect, he should hate your mother instead of saving you. Didn't you hear him say that he had been looking for your mother for more than 20 years, and..."

"And what?"

"He doesn't call your mother Master, but calls her by her name..."

Jiang Lingyin's brain crashed.

She thought about the lawsuit and said, "Forget it. I can't care about it anymore. Who knows what happened between him and my mother? Let him kill the drug man and take us out first."

Here, Jiang Lingyin and Ye Wenjing were sneaking around and hiding secretly.

Over there, Mo Zhifei and the medicine man were fighting fiercely.

Mo Zhifei took a deep breath and his eyes instantly became extremely sharp.

He kicked his feet hard and rushed towards the group of medicine men like an arrow.

The first few medicine men who rushed over waved their incomplete arms and pounced on him with their fangs and claws bared.

Mo Zhifei dodged their attacks skillfully with a flash of his body.

Then he slapped out with both palms, and the powerful internal force burst out instantly, directly knocking those medicine men away.

However, more medicine men kept coming. They were fearless and felt no pain. They just attacked madly.

An ordinary person would die of exhaustion in this perpetual motion-like rotation.

Mo Zhifei was not at all flustered. His moves were like a violent storm. Every punch was accompanied by a whistling sound, and every kick was powerful and strong.

A medicine man pounced from the side, and Mo Zhifei dodged sideways.

He took advantage of the situation and hit the medicine man hard in the chest with his elbow. The medicine man's sternum was shattered and he fell backwards.

But another medicine man rushed over and hugged Mo Zhifei's arm tightly.

Mo Zhifei roared, swung it hard, and threw it far away.

The attacks of the medicine men became more and more fierce. Mo Zhifei was surrounded, but he was still able to handle it with ease.

His figure shuttled between the medicine men, punching and kicking, his internal energy overflowing.

Every time he attacked, a medicine man fell down, but there were so many of them that it seemed as if he would never be able to defeat them all.

Veins popped up on Mo Zhifei's forehead.

Facing this kind of combat-type low-level medicine man, it is still a bit difficult.

It is rumored that this kind of medicine man was specially tailor-made by the Fuhua Society to deal with the righteous masters of the martial arts world.

Mo Zhifei gritted his teeth and used a more powerful move again.

For a moment, the true energy surged, and the surrounding air seemed to be distorted.

All around was a desolate wilderness overgrown with weeds, looking eerie under the dim moonlight.

In the ruins of the collapsed ancient temple, dust was flying and filling the air, making the already hazy vision even more blurred.

The cold wind blew by, bringing a hint of chill.

The sand and stones on the ground were blown up and hit people's faces, causing pain.

Those dozens of medicine men exuded a sickening stench, and their roars were particularly harsh in the silent wilderness.

Jiang Lingyin saw that Mo Zhifei was unarmed and was struggling under the siege of the medicine man.

He shouted anxiously: "Brother, take the sword!"

Then he threw his black iron sword to him without hesitation.

Mo Zhifei reached out and caught the black iron sword.

While cursing, "Little girl, how many times have I told you not to call me senior brother!"

But the movements of his hands did not pause at all.

The black iron sword in his hand instantly emitted a sharp light.

The sword shadows were flying, and wherever it went, the medicine man's limbs flew everywhere.

The blood splattered on the ground and mixed with the dust, forming dirty traces.

Mo Zhifei's figure was like an insurmountable barrier in this chaotic battle environment.

There was no emotion in the medicine man's eyes, only endless emptiness and numbness.