Chang Wuyi covered his abdomen with his hands, and his slender eyes flashed a touch of viciousness. He stared at the little monk in front of him and asked, "Who are you!"

How could a little monk have the ability to get a cultivator of his family at the eighth level of Qi Refining?

Tang Ning chuckled lightly, stepped forward, turned the round bamboo in his hand and knocked at Chang Wu's tiger's mouth. The medicine bottle he had been holding in the palm of his hand loosened because the tiger's mouth became numb and fell into Tang Ning's hand.

He was hit again, and the antidote fell into the hands of the little monk. Chang Wu was so angry that he cursed at the people around him: "Are you all dead?"

Those people knew that they were no match for the little monk, so they all lowered their heads and did not dare to step forward.

Tang Ning played with the medicine bottle on his palm, looked at Chang Wu and said coldly: "Don't you leave? Do you want me to break you before leaving? If you are so good, I won't be able to fulfill your wish." As he spoke, the round bamboo in his hand raised, and it seemed that he was about to shoot down, Chang Wu was so shocked that he instinctively retreated.

"Fifth Master, this little monk is very evil, let's go back first!" The middle-aged man who was beaten and vomited blood came to Chang Wu and whispered, staring at the little monk vigilantly.

"Walk!"

Chang Wu shook his sleeves, and because his lower abdomen was numb, he saw that his own person was defeated, and the antidote fell into the other party's hands. He really lost the rice. He blushed and turned around and strode away in a look of shame.

Seeing that the Chang family retreated, the Zheng family finally recovered and looked at each other one by one, still feeling a little incredible.

"Thank you, my master. I still don't know how to honor your master?" The third uncle of the Zheng family stepped forward and bowed to Tang Ning and asked gratefully.

If he hadn't been there today, I'm afraid that their Zheng family would have been robbed.

Tang Ning looked at the old man and smiled and said, "Just call me Master Tang."

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other, stepped forward, bowed and bowed: "My Zheng family, thank you for your kindness in saving you. I had offended you before, so please don't blame Master Tang."

No one thinks it is inappropriate to respect Master Tang for a thirteen or fourteen-year-old monk. After all, it is not an exaggeration to respect Master Tang.

"Master Tang, is that medicine really an antidote?" Zheng Heng stepped forward and asked, and he was still worried about his father's body.

"I'll take a look."

Tang Ning turned Yuan Zhu back to his waist, opened the medicine bottle and sniffed it, and said with a smile: "It's indeed an antidote. If you give this antidote to your father, the poison in his body should be cleared soon."

Everyone listened and were overjoyed: "So, Chonglin is still saved? That's great!"

"Mr. Tang helped the master remove the poison. After the master spit out a mouthful of poison blood, the man woke up, but because the poison in his body had not been completely removed, his body was still very weak." Mrs. Zheng said with a smile: "San uncle, uncles, why not go in and have a look together!"

"Okay, okay!" Everyone responded quickly and followed her into the room.

Tang Ning smiled when he saw this, and did not follow him in and join in the fun, but instead called Zheng Heng.

"Mr. Tang has something to give me?" Zheng Heng asked. Looking at the little monk who had just reached his chest, it was hard to believe that he had such a high level of cultivation that he could defeat the servant of the Chang family.
Chapter completed!