Chapter 77

Chang Wuyi covered his abdomen with his slender eyes, staring at the little monk in front of him, and asked, "who are you?"

How can a little monk have the ability to hurt a friar with eight layers of Qi refining in his family?

Tang Ning chuckled and stepped forward. The round bamboo in his hand turned and knocked at the mouth of Chang Wu's tiger. The medicine bottle which he had been holding in the palm of his hand was released because of the numbness of the mouth of the tiger and fell into his hands.

He was beaten again, and the antidote still fell into the hands of the little monk. He was so angry that he yelled at the people around him: "are you all dead?"

Those people knew that they were not the little monk's opponents. They bowed their heads one by one and did not dare to move forward.

Tang Ning was playing with the medicine bottle in the palm of his hand, and his eyes were looking at the Chang Wu. He said coolly, "don't you go? Don't you want me to break you before you go? If you are good, I can't help you While speaking, the round bamboo in the hand is raised, and it seems that it is about to be shot down. He is frightened to retreat with five instincts.

"Five masters, this little monk is very evil. We'd better go back first." The middle-aged man who was beaten and vomited blood came to Chang Wu's side and whispered, while staring at the little monk with vigilance.

"Go

Chang Wu's sleeves were shaken. He felt numb in his lower abdomen. He saw that his man was defeated. The antidote also fell into the hands of the other party. He was so red that he turned around and left with a look of shame.

Seeing that Chang's people were defeated and left, the people of the Zheng family finally got over their heads and looked at each other with one eye in each other's eyes. They still felt that it was a little inconceivable.

"Thank you very much, little master. I don't know how to honor him?" The third uncle of the Zheng family went forward and bowed his hand to Tang Ning and asked gratefully.

If he had not been there today, they would have been robbed.

Tang Ning looked at the old man and said with a smile, "call me Tangshi."

On hearing this, they all looked at each other, stepped forward, and bowed their hands and saluted: "I, Zheng family, thank you for your help. If you have offended me before, please don't blame me."

No one thinks it's improper for a 13-4-year-old monk to call him master Tang. After all, the strength of the other side is there. It's not too much to respect him.

"Master Tang, is that really the antidote?" Zheng Heng asked, he is still worried about his father's body.

"Let me see."

Tang Ning would not go back to his waist, opened the medicine bottle and smelled it. He said with a smile: "it's really the antidote. Take this antidote to your father. The poison in his body should be cleared soon."

Hearing this, everyone was overjoyed: "so, Chonglin is still saved? Great

"Previously, master Tang helped the master to remove the poison. After the master vomited out a mouthful of poisonous blood, he woke up, but he was still weak because the poison in his body had not been completely removed." Mrs. Zheng opened her mouth and said with a smile: "third uncles, uncles, why don't you go in and have a look?"

"Good, good!" The crowd quickly responded and followed her into the room.

Tang Ning saw a smile, and did not follow in to join the fun, but called Zheng Heng.

"What can I do for you, master Tang?" Zheng Heng inquired. Looking at the little monk who had only reached his chest height, it was hard to believe that he had such a high cultivation that he could defeat the servants of the Chang family.

"The people of the Chang family will not give up on this. Do you have any countermeasures?"