Tang Tian was too lazy to take this boring provocation to heart, and he didn't even look at Ding Jianfeng for a second.

Tang Tian's ignorance even more angered Ding Jianfeng.

As the son of the master, how could Ding Jianfeng suffer such humiliation?

Even Feng Kaige has to give Ding Jianfeng some thinness.

Looking at Tang Tian’s back, Ding Jianfeng angrily shouted: “Rareless! I, Baji Sect, can I enter the Baji Sect?

If you want to become a disciple of Bajimen, you must bow three times and bow nine times!"

Three bows and nine bows?

Humph, it's really ironic.

When I was in Yanjing before, I don’t know how many Baji masters wanted to become Tang Tian, ​​but they were all rejected by him.

Is it worthy of being a master at a mere state of grandmasters?

Nalan Zhixi said coldly: "Ding Jianfeng, Mr. Tang was invited by me to treat your father's leg injury, not to come to become a disciple."

"What did you say?"

"Treat leg injuries?"

"Haha, I'm so laughing."

"Zixi, are you joking?"

"A son-in-law who comes to the door also knows medical skills?"

"Don't think I don't know. This kid is just a little medicine boy in Jishitang."

"If he can cure my father's leg injury, I, Ding Jianfeng, will be willing to worship him as my teacher."

Ding Jianfeng laughed hilariously, his face full of contempt.

Yang Lie, who was following aside, shook his head secretly. He really couldn't figure out where the confidence came from when a son-in-law came from?

Yang Lie has always held a grudge against Tang Tian.

Because of Tang Tian and Yang Lie, Tao Wanjin, had three months' salary deducted.

If it weren't for the sake of Nalan Zhixi's face, Yang Lie would have already taken action against Tang Tian.

After entering the Baji Gate, Tang Tian followed Nalan Zhixi and walked towards the courtyard.

The courtyard was filled with various weapons, and many disciples were coming and going, cleaning the courtyard.

Ding Fenglang, who was leaning on the rattan chair, turned two silver balls in his hand and scolded coldly: "Speed, slow, just like a woman."

The person in front of him was Ding Fenglang, one of the six great masters of Jinling.

Ding Fenglang is less than 1.6 meters tall. He is wearing a training suit. His skin is dark and a little short and fat, but his whole body is filled with energy.

Nalan Zhixi walked forward and laughed: "Uncle Ding, your little life is very comfortable."

"Zixi?"

Ding Fenglang opened his eyes suddenly and said with a smile: "The master is lonely. Xue Zhenshan is in seclusion. Your father has gone to Yanjing. I have no opponent."

The master is lonely.

No one can experience the loneliness of Ding Fenglang.

Looking at Jinling, those who are qualified to be regarded as an opponent are just slaps.

But there are only two and a half who can get Ding Fenglang's eyes.

One is Wuhou Xue Zhenshan.

One is Wenhou Nalan Lingyun.

As for the remaining half, it is naturally Jin Zihao.

Nalan Zhixi pointed at Tang Tian and said with a smile: "Uncle Ding, his name is Tang Tian, ​​and he is here to treat your leg injury."

I learned from Nalan Zhixi that Ding Fenglang was plotted against him while competing with others and injured his right leg.

On rainy days, Ding Fenglang's right leg will hurt extremely, as if he was stabbed by a needle.

For this reason, Ding Fenglang specially invited the four major doctors in Jinling to come for treatment.

Unfortunately, there is no effect at all.

Ding Fenglang smiled faintly and said, "Zixi, Uncle Ding is grateful for your kindness, but my leg is no longer saved. It's better to be able to drag it all day long."

When Tang Tianyun looked at him, he saw that the earthworm-like veins appeared on Ding Fenglang's right leg, which looked extremely ferocious.

This is a clear sign of poisoning.

I guess Ding Fenglang used internal energy to force the toxins to his right calf, and then bleed through the silver needle to expel the poisonous blood from his body.

According to Tang Tian's speculation, within three days, Ding Fenglang's leg injury will definitely recur again.

By then, Ding Fenglang could only amputate his limbs to save his life.

Tang Tian raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a silence: "Well, it's really beyond help. In less than three days, your leg injury will definitely recur. By then, you will have to amputate your limbs to save your life."

hiss.

As soon as these words came out, the entire Baji Gate was filled with air conditioning.

Is this cursing Ding Fenglang?

"Hey, boy, what do you mean?"

"presumptuous!"

"How dare you curse my master!"

"Hurry up and kneel down and apologize, otherwise I will break your dog's legs!"

As I spoke, I saw the disciples of the Baji Sect surrounded me and walked forward.

At this time, Ding Fenglang also had a gloomy face and stared at Tang Tian coldly.

In Jinling, no one dared to curse him Ding Fenglang.

call.

Ding Fenglang breathed a turbid breath and pondered: "Boy, for the sake of Zhixi, you just need to kowtow and apologize, and I will spare your life."

The master cannot be humiliated! What's more, Tang Tian is still cursing Ding Fenglang?

!Nalan Zhixi pulled Tang Tian's arm and said in a calm voice: "Mr. Tang, the master should not be humiliated. Hurry up and kowtow to Master Ding to apologize."

Tang Tian held his hands behind his back and said in a low voice: "I'm telling the truth."

"Hmph, you little medicine boy, how dare you speak out here?

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"The master cannot be humiliated!"

"You are seeking death!"

At this moment, Ding Jianfeng, Yang Lie and others, rushed forward with great momentum.

Seeing this, Nalan Zhixi hurriedly blocked Tang Tian and said coldly: "Ding Jianfeng, what do you want to do?"

"Hmph, Nalan Zhixi, what's your intention to ask the Qin family's son-in-law to treat my father's leg injury?"

Ding Jianfeng snorted and said coldly.

The Qin family’s son-in-law?

Ding Fenglang recited silently, stood up and said, "Boy, who is the Du Zhong of Jishitang?"

Tang Tiantan said: "He is my senior brother."

Ding Fenglang said coldly: "Your senior brother is kind to me, so I will spare your life! Feng'er, see off the guests!"

"Master Ding, you'd better not use the Iron Mountain Behind again, otherwise, your legs...!"

Before Tang Tian could finish his words, Ding Jianfeng slashed out with his palm and directly shattered the stone pier on the ground.

Ding Jianfeng swayed his sleeves so hard that he shouted coldly: "Send the guest!"

Even Nalan Zhixi looked helpless. She never expected that Ding Fenglang would have expanded to this point now?

Lu Wanru said that even the Baicao doctor Wang Yaobuli is a disciple of Tang Tian.

Although this statement is not very credible, it is enough to show that Tang Tian’s medical skills are very powerful.

Looking at Tang Tian's back as he was gone, Ding Jianfeng winked at Yang Lie and sneered: "Yang Lie, go and see them off."

"yes."

Yang Lie knew it, so he turned around and chased after him with three disciples of the Baji Sect.

Scream.

Scream.

Ding Fenglang shook the rattan chair and sighed, "Hey, in this world, only the Medicine Buddha can cure my jealousy."

"Medical Buddha?"

Ding Jianfeng, who was standing beside him, could not help but ask: "Father, you often mention this Medicine Buddha. Who is he?"

"He is a legend!"

"At every charity dinner, he would take out a calligraphy and painting for auction!"

"No matter who it is, as long as it is photographed, he will take action once!"

Ding Fenglang stared at the blue sky and said with admiration.

If Ding Fenglang knew that Tang Tian was the legendary pharmacist Buddha, he would be so scared that he would kneel down on the spot.
Chapter completed!