Medicinal Immortal

"what!"

"Crack!"

"Hi! My hand, my hand!"

At the end of the village, the hands of several mercenary men were shook off by Tangning, either their shoulders or their wrists. It was a few big masters, but the screams were still like the sound of killing pigs. It's harsh.

Tangning has one hand, and it is really not difficult for her to take off their hands. After all, they are just a few Tier 4 Qi-refining cultivators. How could she be the opponent of this spiritual master!

"You, you, you, you are a spiritualist!" The man with the head trembling said, and he kept backing vigorously, his eyes staring at the little monk with horror.

This time, I really didn't see how weak he could be deceived.

"Amitabha, the donor has good eyesight."

Tangning said with a smile, looking at the horrified mercenary man, and said, "The little monk is only a spiritualist's fifth-level cultivation base. Although not very strong, it is more than enough to deal with a few donors."

Hearing this, those mercenary men had the desire to die.

Isn't the strength of the fifth-order spiritualist very strong? How many have cultivated for a lifetime and have not reached the level of spiritual masters, and they have only reached the fourth-level refining stage at the age of 30 or 40. He is a little monk, at most fourteen or five years old, and has reached the fifth-level spiritual master. The strength is not very strong?

What's more terrible is that there are powerful forces behind the average spiritualist-level monk. This young monk is a spiritualist fifth-level at such a young age. Who knows what kind of terrible power is behind him? If he wants to kill them all, let alone this Heavenly Dragon City, there is no place for them in other places!

"Little master, little master, we have eyes but don’t know Mount Tai. Please don’t take offense with us. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” The mercenary headed said quickly, putting his hands together and moving towards the front The monk bowed.

"Master Tang."

"Master Tang."

"Master Tang."

Situ and others walked over, looked at the scene, and couldn't help laughing: "Master Tang, what's the matter with these hapless people?"

The cold sweat on their foreheads oozes out when the few men of mercenaries saw the young men in brocade and garb that came by. Although these people don't know where they came from, looking at their aura one by one, you can know that they are definitely characters they can't afford to provoke.

"I haven't had time to ask!" Tangning smiled. At this moment, I saw Aunt Li walk up quickly.

"Master Tang, they came to trouble my son. They beat my son like this last time. They are not good people." Aunt Li said angrily, raising her hand to wipe the corner of her eyes, and said, "If today It wasn't the people in the village who stopped him. Master Tang happened to be here again. I, I really don't know what to do."

Situ glanced at each other and secretly thought: This is the Aunt Li mentioned by Master Tang? The cook in their college cafeteria?

"Oh, that's them!" Tangning nodded, looked at the mercenaries, and laughed: "Do you know, who is the little monk?"

Several people were taken aback and looked at each other. The mercenary headed hurriedly said, "Little Master, you are a strong spiritual master, yes, and someone we cannot provoke."

Tang Ning smiled, shook her head, and said, "You can hear the donors clearly. I am the tutor of Linglong Academy. They all respect me, Master Tang."