"Zhitao, you must not take it lightly. Of course, you don't have too much burden. It's best to win the Medical King of this competition. If you can't get it, we will compete again in ten years. You are still young, and you can at least two more times. Hahaha, I don't believe we won't get it in one time." Mu Ming smiled sinisterly.

Not long after, Tao Mingguang and the others came back from checking the bill, so everyone took their own things downstairs. Mu Ming and the others didn't like to take the elevator and felt that it was not good to be stuffed in the box, so it would be safer to walk the stairs.

After they got off the hall, the Land Rover and other off-road vehicles had already parked at the gate outside, which attracted a lot of attention. Especially the beautiful welcome lady in front of the door kept staring at Mo Zhitao and the others. They were thinking about catching a rich man every day. What is it like this kind of man who is not a rich man?

"Sir, do you want to help you carry your bag?" Miss Welcome originally wanted to find the handsomeest Mo Zhitao, but when they saw Yu Meijing, who was more beautiful than them, they had to find Lin Zhenqiang and others.

"Hehehe, beauty, do you have a number? Give me one." Lin Zhenqiang smiled.

"Yes, yes." The beauties hurriedly gave their number to Lin Zhenqiang and the others.

Yu Meijing curled her lips, "Hmph, they are very leisurely and use their time to chase girls."

"Hehe, a graceful beauty, a gentleman's good friend." Mo Zhitao smiled.

At this time, a group of people also came down from the upper floor. They saw Lin Zhenqiang surrounded by a group of beauties, and they felt uncomfortable. "Miss, please help us carry our bags."

When the welcome lady heard the guests' request, they had to split two people to help carry the bag. But they didn't expect that when the two welcome lady walked over there and just picked up the two bags, a man in his forties reached out and touched the beauty's pink buttocks.

"Ah," Miss Yingbin shouted and jumped up. "What are you?" The lady blushed.

"Hahaha, what's wrong? Do you miss me? If so, then I won't leave today and I'll play with you today." The man looked at the plump breasts of Miss Yingbin and smiled lewdly.

"You, you hooligan," Miss Yingbin heard the man speak in a foreign accent, and she was no longer afraid. She shouted to the security guard over there: "Security guard, come quickly."

The two security guards on the right heard the greeting lady and immediately ran over, "What's wrong?"

"He takes advantage of me." Miss Yingbin pointed at the man angrily.

The man looked at the welcome lady coldly, "Beauty, don't talk nonsense. We are serious people. How can I take advantage of you? Which eye did you see me take advantage of you?" Their current position is a surveillance blind spot, and there is no evidence at all. And when he touches the beauty's pink buttocks, how can the beauty see it?

"You, you." The beauty was so angry that she couldn't speak.

Lin Zhenqiang couldn't see it anymore. He wanted to go over and preside over justice for the beauty. "Zhenqiang, we are going to rush forward." Mu Ming said. The men's outfits were obviously martial arts people. They were going to participate in the Medical King Competition, so there was no need to delay here.

"Okay," Lin Zhenqiang heard Mu Ming's order, so he had to nod.

The security guard also saw that the man was from another place. He immediately waved his baton and shouted, "You can't leave, let's call the police and ask the police to come and deal with it."

"Big Damn, do you dare to threaten us? When did our Qingcheng School be afraid of others?" The man sneered, "You asked this woman to apologize to us and also compensate us for our losses, otherwise we will have nothing to do with you."

When the security guard saw that the man dared to scold them, they wanted to hold the man away from letting the man go. But the man took action. He rushed to the fist with one horse stance and then flew around and kicked. The two security guards screamed and fell away.

"Call the police quickly, call the police quickly." The security guard who fell to the ground covered his stomach and shouted loudly. There were not many security guards here. One was in the parking lot and one was patrolling outside. It was estimated that the other two were not the opponents of these men, so they still asked the police to come and help.

The man shouted, "Haha, the police came here and couldn't control us. It was this woman who slandered me. I wanted her to compensate me for my losses. Let's get in our car and apologize to me." The man looked at Miss Yingbin with lustful eyes, as if he was about to take her off into a little sheep and play with her later.

"Don't pull me, help me." The beauty was pulled by the man, and she screamed in fear. But the man's hands were like iron pliers, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't get rid of it.

"Big darn, who comes up and who dies?" Seeing that other men wanted to come forward to help, they immediately stood in front and stopped him, showing off as if they were ready to fight. Many people saw that the Qingcheng Sect was so awesome, they didn't dare to go forward.

"Help, who will save me?" Miss Yingbin shouted miserably. She was now being pulled by the man and was about to leave the gate. The man's hand was wrapped around her slender waist, and he was about to pick her flower.

"Amitabha." Wuhua couldn't see it, so he closed his eyes and closed his hands and recited the Buddha's words.

When Mu Ming got off the car last night, he saw these men. These men had good martial arts skills, especially when Mu Ming heard them say they were from the Qingcheng School, he didn't want to mess with these people.

These people's martial arts are not very high, just level 4 or level 5 martial arts. But their Qingcheng Sect is not simple. Their gang leader is probably all above level 7 martial arts. Moreover, there are many masters of the Qingcheng Sect, which have been established for many years, and it is not something that their Yin-Yang Gate or Zhenhai Gang can be provoked by their greatly damaged Yin-Yang Gate or Zhenhai Gang.

Mo Zhitao had no good feelings for the Qingcheng Sect. The last time he assassinated his killer was using the Qingcheng Sect's martial arts Fenglei Palm. It seems that the people of the Qingcheng Sect are not good at quality. They are the killers who are the killers, and those who are the teasing women will tease women. There seems to be no good people.

"Master." Mo Zhitao looked at Mu Ming.

"Oh, you can do it." Mu Ming said, turning around and walking towards the off-road vehicle outside.

Mo Zhitao said to Lin Zhenqiang: "Zhenqiang, you and Wuhua get on the bus later." After that, Mo Zhitao pulled Yu Meijing and walked out.

"Brother, I want to get on the bus late, too." Miaomiao said to Mo Zhitao without hesitation.

"Okay." Mo Zhitao said helplessly. If a naughty ghost like Miaomiao is not allowed to take action, she will definitely blame herself.

"Hehehe, I have something to play with." Miaomiao had disliked these Qingcheng men in the morning. If Mo Zhitao hadn't warned her not to do anything casually, she would have knocked the bad man to the ground early in the morning.

So Miaomiao stepped on the ground lightly, and her body flew towards the man like a light swallow. "Bang," Miaomiao kicked the man in the back, and he felt a powerful force behind him knocking him out.

"Oh." The man fell a few meters away and was protruding.

Miaomiao walked to Miss Yingbin and said, "Sister, it's okay, you don't have to be afraid, let's help you.

Wuhua came over and said, "Amitabha, be kind to others and do more good deeds to accumulate more good deeds."

"My grandma, monk, get out of here, or we will kill you." Another disciple of the Qingcheng Sect shouted angrily. Their famous Qingcheng Sect is supported by others everywhere. Unexpectedly, others will laugh at each other in this small county town.

Wuhua shook her head, clasped her hands together and stood in the center without making a sound.

"Brothers, come on, beat him." The Qingcheng Sect disciple shouted and rushed towards Wuhua.

Wuhua did not fight back, he just kept chanting the Buddha's name. The Qingcheng Sect disciples thought that Wuhua's head had water in, and they didn't want to kill Wuhua, and they only used 20% of their internal strength.

"Papapapapapa." Their fists kept hitting Wuhua's body, but Wuji stood there with his eyes closed and chanting the Buddha's name like nothing happened.

"What's going on? The enemy is very strong, let's kill him." The disciples of Qingcheng Sect found that Wuhua was not simple, and they were not polite and tried their best to attack Wuhua.

This time the attack was different from the last time. The force that hit Wuhua was very strong, and it made a very terrifying sound when hit Wuhua.

The welcome lady and the security guard next to him saw Wuhua like a fool and refused to fight back, and even made others beat him desperately. They couldn't help but open their mouths in surprise, "It's not good, I'll kill people, I'll kill people."

Miaomiao said to the teased lady welcome: "Sister, it's okay, don't be afraid, you're safe."

"Will that monk have something to do?" asked Ms. Yingbin worriedly. Nowadays, society is getting more and more up-to-date, and many monks have also come out to beg for alms and ask others for money.

It was their hotel. Two monks came the day before yesterday. They took a basin and asked them to donate money to build a temple, which was of great merit. They ignored this monk who specialized in cheating money.

Today they saw the monk Wuhua and thought that this monk was similar to the monk the day before yesterday, but they didn't expect that this monk could help him when he saw the injustice. This moved them so much.

"Hehehe, it's okay, he has thick skin, it's very fun." Miaomiao looked at Wuhua enviously. Wuhua practiced some boy skills, so it would be fine if others beat him desperately. It would be great if she had such ability. She deliberately angered others, and then let others beat him and play with him.

However, Miaomiao didn't dare to try it. Several people with level 4 and level 5 martial arts took action together. The joint attacks were stronger than those of level 6 masters, and Wuhua could only resist it. If it were her, she would have been injured early in the morning.

The Qingcheng Sect disciple who was kicked down by Miaomiao got up from the ground. He was angry. He didn't expect that a child would attack him behind his back while he was not paying attention. He really made him lose face.

"My mother, I want to kill you." The man roared, then waved his right hand, and a wave of wind and thunder suddenly took shape. Then he hit Miaomiao hard, and the terrifying palm blade rushed towards Miaomiao.

"Is this the Fenglei Palm of the Qingcheng Sect?" Miaomiao muttered to herself, holding her braid with her hands and disagreed.
Chapter completed!