Chapter 180: No Martial Ethics
Zhang Haike was the best at keeping himself safe. Although he was also curious, he did not ask himself, but revealed this doubt to Zhang Hailou.
Zhang Hailou knew that he wanted to use him as a gun, but he didn't care. He was also a little curious about this, so he went to ask Zhang Benan happily.
What Zhang Benan hates most is people who like to ask questions all over the place. He was really annoyed by him, so he explained impatiently.
No matter what kind of bloodline it is, when its concentration is high, it will make people tend to follow the habits of the bloodline itself.
Regardless of whether it is a divine beast, a ferocious beast, or a auspicious beast, they all have domineering nature in their bones.
There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. Zhang Molan is in a fragile state of mind now. If Zhang Haike, a big man with the aura of Qiongqi, approaches him, he will definitely get furious on the spot.
I guess if he gets too excited and loses his mind, he will tear him apart.
When Zhang Haike heard the answer relayed by Zhang Hailou, his face showed horror and he felt as if all the hairs on his body stood up.
It turned out that his feeling was not wrong. Zhang Molan really looked like he wanted to kill him to feed his stomach!
This is too scary. To be honest, he would rather Zhang Molan coveted his chrysanthemum. That way, if something happened, at least he could still have a way out.
Zhang Haike felt that he could not let himself be frightened alone while these heartless subordinates watched from the side. He had to exercise his leadership power and share the risk with his younger brothers.
So the task of delivering ice water to Zhang Molan every ten minutes was evenly distributed among the dozen or so people who came to watch the fun.
Six hours later, amid the shivering agony of the little Qiongqi of the "Hai" generation, Zhang Moyu finally arrived.
Amidst the admiring and reverent gazes of the crowd, Zhang Moyu walked in calmly.
Because he had enough confidence in his medical skills, he did not understand the situation in advance. At this moment, Zhang Molan, who was in a stress response, felt the aggressive breath of Mo Qilin. The cold and violent murderous look in his eyes directly shattered his last bit of rationality.
As soon as Zhang Moyu took a step inside, he felt a murderous aura coming towards him. He subconsciously took back his steps and closed the door.
With a bang, Zhang Molan was caught off guard and bumped into the door. Zhang Moyu saw that the connection between the door and the door frame was broken. Thinking of what he had just seen, his eyelids twitched instantly.
My goodness, what did Zhang Molan encounter when he went to the Wang family to explore?
Was this an aphrodisiac or aphrodisiac? She was almost robbed by the Wang family, right?
It is said that there are still people who are so blind as to like him. Does it mean that the Wang family has become indifferent to both meat and vegetables now?
Before Zhang Moyu could think more, Zhang Molan punched the door, making a big hole in it, and then kicked it again, breaking it into pieces.
Zhang Moyu dodged his fist, gave him a mental blow, and then retreated quickly.
"Hold him."
He was not good at fighting against these reckless men who only used brute force, so he left the battlefield to them first. The most urgent thing was to prepare the medicine first and let Zhang Molan calm down.
Most of the little Qiongqi changed their expressions drastically when they heard his order, and subconsciously dodged.
Only Zhang Haike, Zhang Hailou and Zhang Haixia were present. They gritted their teeth and faced the challenge head-on, while Zhang Haiqing, who had a higher emotional intelligence, quickly retreated to find Zhang Benan, who had the highest martial arts value among them, to come for support.
Zhang Moyu did not go to prepare the medicine immediately, but pulled someone nearby, told him the necessary herbs, and asked him to prepare them first.
He really heard Zhang Ben'an say that the fighting power of these little Qiongqis was declining, and he was also worried that these little guys couldn't hold on, so he wanted to keep an eye on them here for a while and help distract them mentally to prevent anyone from dying.
The Zhang family now has few bloodlines. After so many years of intermarriage, these little Qiongqi have some Qilin blood in them. If they die at the hands of the irrational Zhang Molan, he will also feel heartbroken.
Even though Zhang Haike and his men were outnumbered three to one, they were still in great danger and were suppressed.
Zhang Haixia broke three ribs before many rounds had passed. The two blows he received were originally meant for the relatively weaker Zhang Hailou, but he subconsciously stepped forward to help block them.
Then Zhang Haike was hit by a blow and flew backwards, lying on the ground and spitting out blood.
At this time, the rest of the people were also mentally prepared, and two people immediately stepped forward to fill the positions.
At this moment, they were very grateful in their hearts to Zhang Benan who had treated them like sandbags not long ago.
Although everyone has been making progress during this period, so it is hard to feel how much progress they have made specifically, their ability to dodge and withstand blows has improved visibly.
At the very least, they felt confident that they could exchange a few moves with this big guy and then quickly switch to another person. Even if they were accidentally hit, they would not die. This would make them very satisfied.
Zhang Benan knew that the situation was urgent, so he rushed over quickly. After arriving, he picked up his weapon and hit Zhang Molan on the head.
Seeing this, the few people who had been fighting hard breathed a sigh of relief and quickly withdrew from the battlefield. Zhang Moyu also left with peace of mind and went to the pharmacy to get his medicine.
Zhang Ben'an's strength is not as good as Zhang Molan's, but now he is in full condition against a low-health and irrational version, and the two can barely fight on equal terms.
The group of little Qiongqi around were not in a hurry to leave. Even the injured ones were here to appreciate the rare high-end battle.
Seeing that Zhang Molan could catch the black iron stick with his bare hands and was fine after being hit on the leg, but there were some faint dents on the stick, Zhang Haike and others were stunned.
At this moment, no matter their cultural level, there was only one thought in their minds.
Holy crap! Awesome!!!
Is this really the physical strength a human can achieve? The Zhang family elder is simply a humanoid killer, so terrifying!
In fact, the human body cannot reach this level, but Zhang Molan has never liked using weapons and is best at using his hands and feet, so when fighting, he will subconsciously cover his entire body with his spiritual energy, just like wearing a layer of armor, but his method consumes a lot of spiritual energy.
Zhang Moyu spent five minutes boiling a soup over high heat that was the same kind of medicine that made the Zhang family's exclusive sobering medicine. It was the same formula as the black pill that made Fatty Wang, Wu Xie, and a few other men vomit when they went to the Qinling Sacred Tree last time.
Pour the boiling hot medicine into the basin, then mix it with cold water and bring it over directly.
The fresh aroma of medicine filled the air along the way, but Zhang Benan, who was rational and had a clear mind, changed his expression drastically when he smelled this familiar aroma.
Zhang Moyu stood at the door and poured the medicine over when the opportunity arose.
Zhang Benan had been watching him out of the corner of his eye, and when he saw him move, he quickly stepped back.
During the fight, Zhang Molan had been roaring with his mouth open irrationally, and this time a lot of medicine poured directly into his mouth.
After feeling uncomfortable and choking, Zhang Molan bent over and began to dry heave. His fierce temperament, which seemed to kill people and ghosts at the sight of them, disappeared completely in an instant.
"Zhang Youjun! You vomit..." This is a lack of martial ethics!
Facts have proved that Zhang Moyu is quite good at making medicines.
Some medicines are not only unacceptable to outsiders, but also difficult for family members to tolerate. To some extent, this can be considered as treating everyone equally.
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