The fat man walked up to Ye Xiong with his hands behind his back and pretended to be incredible. He had to know that no matter how he pretended, he could not pretend to be a master. Instead, he looked a little funny and made people want to laugh.

Some people are obviously very strong and have a high level, but they just don’t have temperament. They should be the fat man in front of them!

"Didn't you just say that you are an inner disciple of Dadao Temple? Why don't you even recognize me?" The fat man raised his head and said proudly.

"Are you from Dadao Temple?" Ye Xiong was stunned for a moment.

"Why, not like?"

"I'm not familiar with Dadao Temple and don't know." Ye Xiong was too lazy to talk to him, and pointed to the demon cultivator in front of him and said, "You just said that there are only five people in the entire Buddhist sect who can save him. Who are the five people?"

"You are not sure who he is and why he is so injured, so you are ready to save him. Are you not afraid of saving a murderer?"

"He's dead before I figure out his identity."

"Then I tell you, his true identity."

The fat man paused for a moment. He wanted to keep it a secret, but he didn't know that Ye Xiong looked like he was not interested at all. He didn't ask any questions, which made him feel very depressed.

"If you know, say it quickly. Where does so much nonsense come from? There is no time left." Ye Xiong urged.

At first, he had some respect for this fat man, but in just a moment, this respect disappeared without a trace.

I have to say that this fat man is quite a failure, at least he is quite a failure in pretending to behave.

Although his strength may reach the point where Ye Xiong looks up to him.

"He is a murderer. He died under his command. There are not a thousand or hundreds of Buddhist disciples. I was ordered to save him, but unfortunately, my Buddhism is limited. Not only did I not save him, but he used it. Just when I thought he had put down his butcher knife, he secretly left while I was not paying attention and killed dozens of disciples of a small sect... This person is beyond help, so I had to kill him." The fat man said.

It turns out that the fat man who made this demon cultivator like this.

"You have to use him to ruin it, so you don't need to do this!"

Ye Xiong had just checked his body and found that ninety percent of the bones in his body had been severely displaced and was seriously injured. This was really not the means that a master who saved all living beings was supposed to have.

"I have destroyed his cultivation, but his injuries were not caused by those disciples of the sect, who beat him up in order to avenge his revenge."

Ye Xiong immediately understood that it seemed that this demon cultivator was stopped by the fat man when he was massacring the disciples of a small sect and destroyed his cultivation. How could those disciples of those sect let him go? He immediately took the lead and injured him so much.

"He has turned into a devil and is completely helpless. Don't waste your efforts." said the fat man.

"You just said that there are five people who can save him, who are five people?" Ye Xiong asked.

"You don't want to save him, do you?" The fat man looked at Ye Xiong in disbelief.

"He has been so injured, and his cultivation has been abolished. Now he can't do evil. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level Buddhist temple. How can we, the one who practices Buddhism, watch life die like this?" Ye Xiong said.

"You get out of here."

"what."

"I am one of the five people I mentioned just now." The fat man raised his head proudly again.

Unfortunately, he was so arrogant that no matter how he pretended, he couldn't pretend properly, and he felt a funny feeling.

Ye Xiong walked aside, the fat man squatted down and groped on the demon cultivator with his hands, as if exploring the other party's bone position.

First, he fumbled his neck for a moment, then suddenly twisted it hard, and heard a giggle sound, clamping the demon cultivator screaming.

The magic cultivator who could not move his neck began to move his neck.

Next, the fat man continued to touch his bones, from his body to his hands and feet, and as he tried his best, there were constant giggling sounds.

Not long after, he stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "Okay, all the bone positions are back. Have a good rest and apply some medicine."

Ye Xiong stepped forward and checked the body of the demon cultivator. Sure enough, the bone position had completely returned, and he couldn't help but feel secretly shocked.

The fat man’s method of separating the skin and releasing the bones is too powerful!

He had just checked the demon cultivator and found that his bones were not displaced or even dozens of them. This fat man could actually connect all the bone positions by touching the bones in a short time. How familiar is to his body to have such magical powers!

"Don't think that my skills were very simple just now. I can't learn it without thousands of years of precipitation." The fat man said proudly.

"Okay, I know you are amazing." Ye Xiong stretched out his hand impatiently and asked, "Where is the medicine?"

The fat man felt very wronged. Shouldn’t he take the initiative? Why did he become passive in just a short time, as if he was driven by him as his subordinate?

He took out a bottle of medicine from his body with unhappiness. Half of it came out, he hurriedly said, "Save some use, this medicine is very expensive."

"No matter how expensive the medicine is, is life expensive?" Ye Xiong snatched it.

The fat man was speechless and had no words to refute.

No matter how expensive the medicine is, some people’s lives are. Is there any problem with this?

Nothing wrong!

No, ask him to save money, what does it have to do with human life?

The fat man thought for a long time before he realized that he had been tricked.

At this moment, he found that Ye Xiong had poured the entire bottle of medicine liquid on his hand and began to help the demon cultivator apply it on his body.

"Wait a minute." The fat man felt very painful in an instant and hurriedly said, "I'll do it, let me do it, I'll be more familiar with it."

If he continues to waste this way, all the bottle of bone therapy liquid at the top of the pole will have to be used up.

"Okay, then you come." Ye Xiong felt that he was not a doctor's material, so he handed the bottle back to him.

The fat man took the medicine bottle, poured out a little, and slowly applied it to the wound.

Ye Xiong stood by and watched, and couldn't help but feel funny.

This fat man cannot see through his cultivation level. Although he doesn’t know what realm he is, he is definitely a cultivator in the divine realm.

He has such a high cultivation level and his medical skills are so outrageous, but his emotional intelligence is so low that he doesn't look like a master at all.

If an ordinary person had his background, he would have long been the lord of a sect and a prince of a sect.

EQ is a flaw!

Not long after, the fat man had applied all the medicine and stood up.

After the demon cultivator was cured, he fell asleep in great fatigue and showed a peaceful smile on his face.

Ye Xiong pulled his hair away and was shocked when he saw his face clearly.

Heiwu, how could it be him?

Ye Xiong never dreamed that the person he had saved accidentally was his senior brother Heiwu.

Why is Heiwu here?

Ye Xiong remembered that when he was in the Seventeenth Sect, he asked Zhao Ruirui where Heiwu went. At that time, she replied that Heiwu went to the Underwater City to find the missing Sect Master Yu Guihai. Could it be that he had encountered something in the Underwater City that he became like this?

In Ye Xiong's impression, Heiwu is definitely not a bad person, and it is even more impossible to kill innocent people. Now that the Buddhist land suddenly appears and kills so many Buddhist disciples, there must be a reason.
Chapter completed!