The room was too small, which was not conducive to dodging, and Zhang Yang was concentrating himself, so Zuo Weizhen flashed to the window and flew out of the window, and Zuo Wei cut off the back. Seeing Zuo Weizhen escaped from the window, Zhang Yang began to feel a little anxious. At this moment, Zuo Wei's knife slashed at him again. Without thinking too much, Zhang Yang dangerously wanted to avoid Zuo Wei's knife, and then bypass Zuo Weizhen to chase Zuo Weizhen. However, he still did not compare well, causing his left hand to be cut with a bloody mouth. However, the person flashed behind Zuo Weiwei and then jumped out of the window. Zhang Yang, who jumped out of the window, found that Zuo Weizhen was already ten feet away, so he turned his body in the air and chased Zuo Weizhen. He didn't care about his arms that were still bleeding.

Seeing that he did not block Zhang Yang, Zuo Wei was also very upset and rushed out of the window and chased them in the direction of the two.

This led to a strange phenomenon: three people chased and ran on the streets of Fenglin Town.

But it seemed that Zhang Yang's light skills were better. He finally caught up with Zuo Weizhen twenty feet away. He grabbed his hand and pinched his wrist hard, pinching his meridians. Then he let go of Zuo Weizhen who was crying and howling, and said to Zuo Weiwei who was still chasing behind: "I said that I would ask for his right hand, and if I want to find me, come to Chunfeng Tower." Then he turned around and leaped towards Chunfeng Tower.

Looking at Zhang Yang who was leaping away, Zuo Wei was very angry and punched the ground with one punch.

Then he held Zuo Weizhen, who was holding his wrist and screaming.

"Dad, you want to avenge me. My hand was destroyed by him, and he destroyed the meridians of my right hand."

"Let's go back first, let's do it first. This man is extremely strong and has the mid-stage strength of a first-class expert. With my strength, I can't kill him, and I also let him injure you in front of me."

"From the situation just now, he still held back, otherwise you would have been dead now." After saying that, he sighed.

"Hey! Maybe you really messed with someone you shouldn't have messed with. Fortunately, they don't read about you. Let's stop here. Go back and face me with a wall for a year in the back mountain. I will find a way to find out your hands. I think Doctor Zhao should appear here this time. I will go and ask him to see if he has any solutions."

Then he asked Zuo Weizhen to walk towards Wenyu Pavilion. He was speechless.

Zhang Yang returned to Chunfeng Tower in a slightly embarrassed manner. The wound on his hand was only sealed by him, but he still broke the wound along the way, and blood kept coming out. The sleeves of his right hand were wet, forming a thick layer of blood shell.

At this moment, Wen Wenxin was not at the door, so he must have been busy with something.

Zhang Yang then asked the shopkeeper for a jar of liquor and walked upstairs.

At this time, a large group of people were waiting for him in his room, and everyone was filled with a hint of anxiety on the beam. Especially Li Dewenqing was even more so, walking around the room.

Hearing a sound outside the door, Li Dewenqing immediately ran over and opened the door. Seeing that the person outside the door was also gaze-yang, she greeted him in surprise and hugged him. She just hugged him on the wound.

"hiss!"

Zhang Yang gasped in pain, and Li Dewenqing realized at this time, "Brother Ye, what's wrong with you?"

Then I saw Zhang Yang's right arm and shouted out

"Ah! Brother Ye, your hand will be tortured like this."

With a little crying voice.

"I, I'll give you the golden sore medicine."

At this time, the others were also looking at it for the sake of coming. Ye Biyao also looked at it with a heartache.

"Young Master,"

"I'm fine, it's just a little skin trauma."

Wang Linyufan also surrounded him, full of fire.

"Brother, who injured you? I'll chop him."

"No need, this matter ends here. I was injured by Zuo Wei. But Zuo Wei's right hand has been destroyed by me. In the future, even if Hua Tuo is alive, he will not be able to save him. So this matter ends here."

Soon Li Dewenqing brought the golden sore medicine. Bi Yao had already cut off Zhang Yang's right sleeve.

When the sleeves were cut off, the wound was exposed in front of everyone. The wound was deep and the bones were seen, and the skin and flesh were turned outward.

Seeing this scene, Li Dewenqing had already cried. Zhang Yang held his hand, patted it and said, "It's really okay, don't cry anymore, I won't be beautiful anymore." Then he wiped the tears from her face with his hands.

Li Dewenqing nodded vigorously: "Well, I won't cry."

Then he continued to apply medicine to Zhang Yang. The application will be ready soon.

The next day, Xu Yanlin finally woke up. He promised Zhang Yang that Zai Ye would not be like that.

The days that followed were relatively calm. Every day, Zhang Yang would always accompany Li Dewenqing to play around. It seemed that he had returned to the situation three years ago.

Every day is also very peaceful and fulfilling. In such a soothing environment, I feel that my life is very comfortable. But only the group of people who came with me know that this is just the last peace.

Time passed quietly, and ten days passed in a flash. The 80th birthday of the head of Wenwen’s hometown is tomorrow.

Li Dewenqing rushed back to Wenwen's house two days ago, while Zhang Yang quietly came to calm himself down in the past two days. It seemed that after the son set out again, he had basically not calmed down to practice the martial arts well. Even when he met Li Dewenqing again, he would spend even hours every day to practice the martial arts, but after all, there was too little time, so he had been practicing the martial arts at full capacity these two days. Although there was only two days, time was precious. He knew in his heart that he had killed more than a dozen people from the Dongfang family, not to mention the two sons of the contemporary head of the family, so this matter would definitely not be a waste, and that day would not be too far away.

The night is still so dark, and the moon outside the window condenses in the night sky, turning into a silver sickle. Zhang Yang sat cross-legged on the rocks halfway up the mountain, and the true qi wandered around the meridians and became thicker. A trace of white energy emerged from the top of his head, forming an ancient sword. If you look closely, you will find that it is so oriented with Zhang Yang's heart sword, just to shrink and be more illusory. Moreover, as the true qi moves in the meridians, the shadow is condensed bit by bit. According to a trend, one day this small sword condenses like the substance. But no one knows that it can develop to that level. And Zhang Yang does not know the existence of this thing at this time.
Chapter completed!