Looking at the full table, the six heroes of Wudang suddenly got a little confused. Unlike the usual master, song Yuanqiao narrowed his eyes and immediately remembered that when the fifth younger martial brother came back with his younger sister and Wuji, it happened to be the master''s centenary birthday. I remember that the master was happy and his happy smile never stopped. Unfortunately, the six sects forced the fifth younger martial brother to death, Sister in law also killed herself, leaving the poor martial nephew Wuji.


    Although song Yuanqiao here was middle-aged, his tears still couldn''t stop falling. Other martial brothers didn''t notice, but Yang Xuantong Piaoyun and Zhang Sanfeng were so powerful. Yang Xuan also knew what the situation was. He glanced at Zhang Sanfeng and asked.


    Zhang Sanfeng looked at his eldest disciple, restrained his smile and sighed a long sigh. "Far bridge, I think of Cuishan, don''t I?"


    Zhang Sanfeng didn''t ask. He couldn''t hold back immediately when he asked song Yuanqiao and knelt down in front of Zhang Sanfeng. "Master, I just feel bad. I remember that you laughed when the fifth younger martial brother came back last time, but I haven''t seen your smile since the fifth younger martial brother left. I can''t help seeing you smile so happy this time. Disciple... Disciple can''t help it." Song Yuanqiao suddenly sobbed.


    Although song Yuanqiao is middle-aged, he is just a child in the eyes of Zhang Sanfeng, who is more than 100 years old.


    Zhang Sanfeng touched the head of Song Yuan bridge. It was like Song Yuan Qiao when he was a child, he was tired of practicing martial arts. Zhang Sanfeng felt his head like a "silly child" and "Cui Shan". Although it was a pity, it was the choice of Cui Shan. If at that time Cui Shan resisted desperately, the old way was to spoil his life.


    "Junbao, I''m right. Once you enter the Jianghu, you can''t help yourself. If you have great strength and force the world, there will be no snacks to make trouble. If I were here in, all of them will leave Emei and Shaolin alive."


    Yang Xuan''s outspoken words made the six swordsmen of Wudang frown except Zhang Sanfeng. He was domineering and didn''t look like a decent man.


    "Yang Xuan, we are all people who understand our own way. Why do you have to influence me again." Zhang Sanfeng said helplessly.


    "It''s nothing. If you don''t believe it, ask Piaoyun. When her lingjiu palace subordinate sects rebelled, I guarded the mountain road alone. It seems that four or five thousand people came. I didn''t use good or bad words at that time. These people don''t believe in evil. They said yes


    Everyone rushed up and tired me to death. Later, I killed more than 1000 people and knelt down to beg for mercy. Therefore, as long as I have excellent martial arts and cover one side, there is nothing that can''t be solved. " Yang Xuan proudly boasted about his past battles.


    "By the way, you didn''t say I forgot. Couldn''t you control them at that time? Later, they all obeyed, causing our lingjiu palace to lose a small number of subordinate forces." Not to mention good, Tong Piaoyun was very angry at the moment.


    Yang Xuan''s boast was scorned by the six heroes of Wudang. They have all been in the Jianghu and have never heard of a massacre by Wulin forces.


    Zhang Sanfeng was surprised. He didn''t expect Yang Xuan to be so hot tempered before. He was so murderous.


    But after knowing Yang Xuan''s ability, Zhang Sanfeng moved and thought carefully, "Yang Xuan, there''s something you can see for me."


    "Oh! What''s up? Tell me." Yang Xuan''s character is like this. He doesn''t like to talk big and likes to do things within his control.


    As soon as Zhang Sanfeng heard the play, "little Tu Daiyan was killed by a curfew in his early years, and even became paralyzed. His martial arts were wasted. I just saved my life with all my strength."


    Following Zhang Sanfeng''s words, Yang Xuan looked at Yu Daiyan in a wheelchair and couldn''t help showing the plot of relying on heaven to kill dragons. He had only watched TV dramas for a long time. Yang Xuan vaguely remembered that Yu Daiyan was seriously injured by Shaolin martial arts and had something to do with the Vajra gate in the western regions. He couldn''t remember anything else.


    "Piaoyun, go and see what''s going on with him."


    "Yang Xuan, what is this?" Zhang Sanfeng is a little confused.


    "Ha, in terms of medical skills, my wife is much better than me. Xue Muhua, the miracle doctor in those years, was still a disciple of their Xiaoyao sect."


    Unfortunately, the words of Yang Xuan and Zhang Sanfeng have never been heard by the six swordsmen of Wudang.


    Tong Piaoyun felt his pulse and touched Yu Daiyan''s wound. "Yang Xuan, your life energy can be purified. Try it. He is already a permanent injury. Traditional medicine can treat it, but even if he is saved, he is a useless man."


    When Yang Xuan heard the speech, he went over and discussed it carefully with Tong Piaoyun. You know, after Tong Piaoyun arrived in the main world, he almost bought a lot of Chinese


    Medical books, not only buy traditional Chinese medicine, but also buy western medicine, and even some medical impurities have ordered a lot.


    Yang Xuan''s alchemy is a good hand. His medical skills are really ordinary, and he is really not interested in some medical skills. Therefore, every time there is any injury or the like, it is Tong Piaoyun''s diagnosis. Yang Xuan does it, husband and wife match, and he is not tired.


    "Everyone, we have discussed that the cure can be cured, and we can practice martial arts after the cure. You see, choose a day." Tong Piaoyun spread his hand and said.


    Yu Daiyan''s face is unbelievable. For many years, he is a Wulin expert who can fly over the eaves and walls, but now he is a useless man who can''t even walk. Who can understand the grievances, grievances, depression and despair.


    "Master, master, I think..."


    How can Zhang Sanfeng not know what his apprentice thinks? "Daiyan, you don''t have to say, Yang Xuan, you can heal him now."


    Yang Xuan used a Yang finger to light the acupoints back and forth on Yu Daiyan to anesthetize, relieve itching and relieve pain. With the strength of the flesh, Yang Xuan pinched the fracture on Yu Daiyan again, and then righted it.


    The bones of ordinary people, even the bones of martial arts experts, are not much harder than tofu in Yang Xuan''s hands, but the sound of card erasing, card erasing, listening to everyone''s hair stand up. After all, he is his closest person. Yang Xuan looks excited and looks like a perverted murderer with the sound of card erasing.


    With the movement of Yang Xuan''s fingers, the green life energy began to flow towards the injured part of Yu Daiyan.


    The crowd looked at Yu Daiyan nervously. "Hey, don''t look at me. I don''t feel at all."


    "Nonsense, if you feel it, you will be hurt and itched to death." Yang Xuan said unhappily.


    Yu Daiyan''s leg muscles have already shrunk because he has been lying or sitting all year round. However, with the input of Yang Xuan''s purified life energy, not only the position of the wound began to heal itself, but also the shrunken leg muscles began to fill up.


    At this time, not only Zhang Sanfeng, but also other Zhang Sanfeng disciples stood up. The light emitted by Yang Xuan and Yu Daiyan''s expression were shocked. This is no longer a mortal means.