Peerless Medical Immortal: Poison Doctor

After Jiang Cheng left for a while, Tang Mengxi finally reacted, rushed to Tang Songren's side and opened the drawing.

"Girl, how are you? Are you convinced now?" Tang Songren said with a smile.

He believed that he was right about seeing people, and the facts proved that he was not wrong either.

"Hmph!" Tang Mengxi snorted softly and said, "I'm still not convinced. My master must be better than him!"

Hearing this, Tang Songren suddenly smiled bitterly.

He knew that Tang Mengxi had been practicing with her master for several years and had long treated her master like a grandfather.

But now, he suddenly asked Tang Mengxi to become another master, which he would definitely not accept.

But the reality is like this, the strongest has its own strong hand, and every mountain is higher than the other.

It's true that Tang Mengxi's master was very powerful, otherwise he wouldn't have let Tang Mengxi become his master in the first place.

But compared with Jiang Cheng, there is no comparison between heaven and earth!

Tang Mengxi stared at the picture for a long time, then suddenly said: "I want my master to come over and take a look!"

With that said, Tang Mengxi rushed out in a hurry.

Tang Songren didn't stop him and let Tang Mengxi rush out to ask for help.

In fact, Tang Mengxi's master Zhu Ming lived in the Tang family, and Songrentang provided all the food and accommodation expenses. He had been friends with him for more than ten years. #@$&

Not many people in Bianjing knew that a place like Songrentang also supported an ancient warrior, and he was a seventh-level ancient warrior.

So when Xu Guosheng brought people here before, Tang Songren didn't pay much attention.

Because there is a seventh-level ancient warrior here, no one dares to cause trouble!

After a while, Tang Mengxi, wearing a pink martial arts uniform, pulled an old man in.

This old man is dressed in plain clothes and has black velvet soles on his feet. He is thin and upright. When he walks, he waves his arms vigorously and vigorously.

When he came in, the old man smiled, and his eyes under his white eyebrows were full of kindness.

But when he saw Tang Songren, his expression suddenly became weird and he said, "Old Tang, I heard that you want my apprentice to become someone else's teacher. Is this a thing?"

"The little girl told you, right?" Tang Songren smiled and didn't care. He nodded and said, "I have this plan, but it's a pity that they are not happy!"

"Hey! Who is it? Who is not happy? Where are the people? Come forward!"

Zhu Ming immediately became angry. He thought his apprentice was about to be taken away, but the other party was still unhappy. Can he bear this?

Absolutely not!

"Okay, put away your magical powers." Tang Songren greeted him skillfully and said, "You are no match for him here!"

Hearing this, the famous man's expression suddenly froze, and he looked at Tang Songren strangely.

He knew his old friend would never lie.

Could it be that there is really a master coming to Songrentang?

"That master is really that powerful?" Zhu Ming asked with a frown.

"What kind of master!" Tang Mengxi was unhappy and said, "That guy is not a few years older than me, he is just a young boy!"

"What?" Zhu Ming immediately drank, looked at Tang Songren and said: "Old man, are you getting too old, dizzy, and seeing the wrong person?"

"I didn't." Tang Songren shook his head.

In fact, he had never felt that his vision was so accurate.

"Don't listen to this girl." Tang Songren said: "She just suffered a loss at the hands of others, and she is angry! Let's take a look at the things they left behind!"

Zhu Ming nodded and was stunned when he looked at the drawings on the ground.

After a few breaths, he suddenly rushed to the side of the drawing and looked at it carefully.

After a long time, he slowly raised his head and asked: "Which master is this written by?"

Tang Songren nodded with a smile.

"Amazing skills!" Zhu Ming praised, quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to practice according to the lines on the drawings left by Jiang Cheng.

"Master?" Tang Mengxi was stunned and subconsciously called softly.

"Girl, your master must have discovered something." Tang Songren said: "Don't disturb him, let him study it carefully."

Tang Mengxi nodded lightly and sat quietly aside.

After about ten minutes, the aura on Zhu Ming's body suddenly curled up and retreated in all directions.

A wave of air was generated in the room for no reason and hit the wall before stopping.

Tang Songren and the others "thumped, thumped, thumped." They stepped back several steps before steadying themselves, and looked at Zhu Ming with surprise on their faces.

The air wave just now was quite impressive, several times more powerful than Zhu Ming's before.

In other words, Zhu Ming is no longer a seventh-level ancient warrior, but an eighth-level ancient warrior!

Zhu Ming opened his eyes, shook his hands in disbelief, and looked happy.

"That's great, Master!" Tang Mengxi said in surprise.

She knew that her master had been waiting for this day for several years.

Zhu Ming was also very happy. He stood up and felt that he had a lot of energy all over his body.

But he looked at the map of human body veins and acupuncture points at his feet, hesitated for a while, and waved to Tang Mengxi.

"Master? What's wrong?" Tang Mengxi asked.

"Hey, maybe you missed an opportunity." Zhu Ming sighed, looking at the trend of the situation where a few simple strokes solved the problem that he had not solved for several years, and a deep sense of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He turned around and said to Tang Mengxi in a serious tone: "Girl, you can't act like a young lady to that person next. On the contrary, you have to get as close to him as possible and get his guidance!"

"Because compared to him, I'm just an ant!"