Seeing that there was still no one around to bring water, Jin Qing pouted, opened Jiang Yuzhong's chin and stuffed the medicine in.
Jiang Yuzhong was very resistant to this and kept his mouth tightly shut.
In desperation, Jin Qing could only exert a little force and heard a click. The medicine was delivered, but Jiang Yuzhong's jaw was also broken.
Everyone present finally couldn't stand it any longer. One of the leaders of the big sect stood up, pointed at Jin Qing's nose and said, "Xia Yangzi, what do you really want? You are really bullying our martial arts alliance too much."
Jin Qing raised his head and looked at him as if he were a fool: "Selling medicine!"
Isn't her advertisement obvious enough?
The person who spoke pointed at Jin Qing and his finger trembled up and down: "Xia Yangzi, you want to be the enemy of the entire Wulin."
Jin Buqu, who was hiding far away with Xia Ding, stiffened suddenly and immediately wanted to run towards Jin Qing: This disrespectful old bastard actually wanted to label his mother and lead the entire martial arts community to besiege him. mother.
It's really insidious and vicious.
Once this person's words come out, no matter whether they want to argue with his mother or not, they will eventually be forced to confront his mother under pressure. This person's purpose is self-evident.
Jin Qing tilted his head and looked at the person who spoke. He moved in front of the person in an instant, grabbed the two fingers pointed at him and pulled them open.
The man let out a shrill scream, and two bloody severed fingers fell to the ground with a clatter.
The men behind him immediately came up to help the person, and Jin Qing wiped the blood from his hands on the person: "Don't point your fingers at the person." It's not polite!
707: "..." Is this impolite?
Shaking off the blood on his hands, Jin Qing suddenly pulled out his mace and leaned on the ground: "Whether you compete first or fight first, you choose!"
Anyway, she doesn't fear anyone.
Everyone looked at Jin Qing dumbfounded. In their past knowledge, they had never seen someone like Jin Qing who was so unabashedly provocative.
Everyone stood up with weapons in hand and glared at Jin Qing.
Half an hour later, the martial arts conference was held normally.
The reason is very simple. The deputy leader came out and agreed.
Nothing is as important as electing a new martial arts leader.
Under the "pacification" of the deputy leader, all the martial arts people suppressed the anger in their hearts and forced themselves to calmly look at the situation in the ring.
Jin Qing had always thought that the disciple got a better number.
But when she got the number, she was shocked to find that the number she had worked so hard to get turned out to be number one.
Looking at this number plate, Jin Qing's expression was a bit indescribable. It was just such a broken number, so it wouldn't be mysterious.
Holding the mace in his hand, Jin Qing sauntered onto the ring: Let's die together.
Because what Jin Qing had just done was too much, everyone looked at Jin Qing with stern eyes. They were determined to prevent this woman from leaving the ring.
Before taking the stage, the first thing to do is to sign a life and death certificate to show that life and death are determined by destiny.
Jin Qing originally thought that anyone who dared to compete on stage should at least be a physically strong person.
Unexpectedly, the first person to enter the ring was actually carried up.
Jin Qing tilted his head and looked at the man with ulcers all over his body and exuding a strong stench, his expression gradually becoming tangled: This man is also here to compete in the ring.
The two disciples carrying the stretcher slowly lowered the stretcher, nodded slightly to Jin Qing, and then hurriedly left the ring.
Everyone looked at each other tacitly: at first glance, this person wanted to go to the Valley of Divine Doctors to seek medical treatment, but they didn't expect that this person would fall directly into Jin Qing's hands.
I'm afraid this matter won't get better.
According to the regulations, anyone who enters the ring can turn around and leave the ring as long as he shouts "I surrender".
But what everyone didn't expect was that this man was obviously seriously ill. I tried to say "I give up" for a long time, but I couldn't shout out.
Jin Qing tilted her head and looked at the man on the ground sideways, and suddenly picked him up with a mace and threw him directly to the audience: What kind of dirty disease are these.
The sudden weightlessness made the man's breathing quicken.
The people in the audience originally wanted to rush over to pick him up, but they heard a voice shouting loudly: "Don't touch him, he is pregnant with flowers and willows, and it will be contagious."
This man is a well-known libertine in the world, and he enjoys deceiving the feelings of good girls.
Unexpectedly, one time I kicked an iron plate and came back infected with a heart disease.
Originally, he could still cover it with some powder, but as time went on, his body and bones became worse and worse, and in the end, his whole body was rotten and smelly.
In order to save his life, his family tried to find a way to send him to a martial arts competition, thinking that they should at least give their son a heir.
It can be said that in order to make money, Jiang Yuzhong really didn't even want to lose face.
After hearing this sound, everyone who was about to fly up to pick them up instantly shrank back.
It was such a close call, I almost got hit.
Since no one came to pick him up, there was only a crash and the man fell heavily to the ground.
He didn't even move, and immediately lost his breath.
Jin Buqu quietly shrank behind Xia Ding: You're welcome, this is what he should do.
The boy who followed the man was the first to react. He called the young master and ran towards the man.
He stretched out his hand to test the man's breath, and the boy yelled at the top of his lungs: "It's murder!" The woman on the stage was the murderer.
The judges' expressions were also very confused. Although it was said that life and death depended on one's destiny in the ring, that was only for those who normally participated in the competition.
The person just now clearly came here to treat his illness in the name of Dalui. Now that a person with such status was beaten to death, this matter can be considered a big deal.
Seeing the boy who was unwilling to give up and shouting loudly, the judge bit the bullet and made a decision: "The certificate of life and death has been signed. Life and death are determined by destiny. The troublemakers will be expelled from the scene as soon as possible."
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people hurried over, lifted the man on the ground and left.
Even the boy who kept shouting was gagged and quickly dragged out.
Because the man was so dirty, after he was carried away, there was still a lot of smelly pus on the ground.
Seeing that the judge was stunned and silent, Jin Qing put the mace on his shoulder: "Who is next!"
The judge looked at Jin Qing in confusion, wondering whether he should continue singing: he had never seen such a sinister person.
Since when did the attitude of Divine Doctor Valley become so tough!
The judge didn't open his mouth to sing for a long time, and Jin Qing couldn't help but feel a little upset. She slowly scanned the venue with a gloomy look: "Who is No. 3!"
Don't waste her time.
Perhaps because Jin Qing's gaze was too fierce, many people had quietly retreated from the corner.
Then, a staggering middle-aged man slowly walked onto the ring: "I'll go first!"
This man was the county magistrate's brother-in-law, and he used his brother-in-law's name to make a lot of money.
Maybe he had done too many bad things. After he came back from going out for a drink, someone slapped him on the head.
Although he finally saved his life, he suffered a stroke and his brain, legs and feet were all impaired.
Others were afraid of this woman from the Miracle Medical Valley, but he was not.
His brother-in-law was the county magistrate, and he didn't believe that this woman dared to touch a hair on his head.
