Lin Wanjie fell down and was badly injured.
The strength of ancient martial arts masters can be seen under this palm.
This palm's inner strength was so strong that it came out in an instant.
It is completely different from the continuous explosion of physical power.
At the end of the day, Lin Wanjie's mind was buzzing as he looked at the night sky above his head, the stars passing by, and the bright moon hanging high...
The back of the head hits the ground!
Bang!
Dust was rising all over the ground, and there seemed to be a sudden clarity in my blank mind.
Another burst of energy came over, Lin Wanjie stopped being lazy, spread his legs, hit his crotch with the energy, then immediately got up, no longer trembling, and headed out of the hospital.
Lin Wanjie knew very well that the man in front of him could be dealt with by unconventional means, so he had to take a roundabout way and run away to at least ensure the safety of Doctor Xue and Ganzhi Girl.
The young master of the White Lotus Sect chased him out, but Lu Waner looked at Lin Wanjie's back and fell into deep thought.
Previously, Lin Wanjie stood at the door holding the moonlight behind his back, unable to see his face clearly.
Now running in the courtyard, although I can't see his face, his back looks so familiar!
Thinking back to the small vegetable garden before, didn’t the big guy leave with the same figure?
"Lin Wanjie...is a servant of the Xiao family?"
No one in the room answered, but no answers were needed.
How can there be so many miracle doctors in the world?
Lin Da can save himself, and he can also save King Jing.
There is no need to approve of his medical skills.
For so many years in Hangzhou, no one could cure Prince Jing's headache.
If a person with a name has already become famous, only the servants hiding in the Xiao family can prevent people from tracing and exposing them.
"Lin Da...Lin Wanjie..."
Suddenly, Lu Waner's thoughts were confused.
Thinking of his sword, I wonder if he would blame himself?
Then he thought of Lin Da's angry eyes, he should be very concerned about the injured little girl.
"Does Linda like that girl?"
Lu Waner asked herself quietly, then nodded silently.
"It must be like that. Xiao Nizi even risked her life to protect him."
Thinking about it, Lu Wan'er trembled. Under the moonlight, Lin Da's last look when he looked at her... was disgust, hatred...
Lu Wan'er knew that he had hurt Lin Da's beloved woman. He hated himself and regretted saving him...
"But, does he know that I almost killed someone for him?"
Perhaps it was fate, but Lu Wan'er felt that the entanglement with Lin Da was becoming more and more superficial.
I don’t know how to resolve this misunderstanding?
More importantly, Lin Da was the enemy of the White Lotus Sect and someone she had to kill.
But how can this be done?
Lu Waner was thinking a lot and stood motionless at the door.
Suddenly a knife was placed on Lu Waner's neck.
"Take down the witch!"
The soldiers who chased him finally came back, and when they saw Lu Waner, they immediately surrounded her.
Lu Wan'er didn't make the slightest move, calmly cooperating with the fu soldiers' binding.
Suddenly he felt that it would be good if he was caught and killed by Prince Jing's Mansion, so he wouldn't have to face Lin Da.
But how could a few days of casual intercourse mess up her heart?
…
Lin Wanjie was running and rushed out of Yong'an Hall as fast as possible.
As long as the man is held back, Lu Wan'er is injured and should be able to be dealt with by the soldiers.
Even though Lin Da was strong, he was also extremely fast.
The man behind him flew by lightly, like a bat in the dark night, constantly stopping and walking on the courtyard wall.
Just after leaving the yard and walking onto Hangzhou Street, the sword light was very obvious under the night.
Lin Wanjie saw a shadow on the ground. He stopped suddenly and the gray shadow instantly stopped in front of him.
The man made three moves in a row, but Lin Wanjie dodged two of them, and the third one pierced his thigh.
Lin Wanjie didn't feel sorry for his wretched body. Seeing that the precious cotton-padded clothes given to him by the eldest lady were getting worse and worse, he felt so distressed that he couldn't express his feelings.
The man on the other side didn't know what Lin Wanjie was thinking, and he didn't take him seriously. He flipped up the sword as if he was playing with an animal, forcing Lin Wanjie to retreat to a small river. If he took another step back, he would fall into the water.
The man was no longer in a hurry. He sheathed his sword and asked, "Are you really Lin Wanjie?"
Lin Wanjie could have denied it, but he was already aroused with anger, the blood in his body was boiling, and he had lost his mind, so he shouted: "I can't change my name or my surname, so it's Lin Wanjie! I was Lin Wanjie in my previous life, and I will still be Lin Wanjie in this life. Lin Wanjie! Who are you?"
"White Lotus teaches Qinglong how to use the Eastern Sword." The man answered confidently with his head held high.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." After saying that, Dongfang Jian looked up and down and shook his head with disdain, "It's hard to imagine that someone like this is actually the miracle doctor who cured Prince Jing?"
"White Lotus Demon, are you pretending to be you?" Lin Wanjie was holding a ball of fire in her chest, "A bunch of cowards, they can't beat Prince Jing, they bully the doctor? Do you still have the guts?"
"you!"
These words really hurt Dongfang Jian's wound.
If the White Lotus Sect could really kill Prince Jing, they would have killed him long ago!
Prince Jing himself has great martial arts skills and is protected by countless soldiers. He also has personal bodyguards around him. They are all generals who have been withdrawn from the front line, making him very difficult to deal with.
The White Lotus Sect can't be defeated in single combat, nor can it be defeated in a group competition.
Unable to move Prince Jing's Mansion, we can only grab Lin Wanjie to do it.
There is always a sigh of relief for people in the martial arts world. Everyone feels that this method is inappropriate and loses face.
But in order to protect the reputation of the White Lotus Sect, he had no choice but to do it.
"Big guy, no matter what you say, you will die today!"
After saying that, Dongfang Jian drew his sword and killed again.
Lin Wanjie had already noticed his feet, stepped back and fell into the ditch.
The canal is connected to the West Lake and is more than one meter deep.
Although the water flow was very slow, Lin Wanjie would disappear into the water as long as he didn't get up.
It was late at night, and although there was moonlight, we could not see clearly on the water surface, let alone underwater.
Lin Wanjie's trip directly merged with the water flow and disappeared completely...
Dongfang Jian's face changed slightly, his calm expression disappeared, he frowned and said secretly: "Carelessness."
He just wanted to confirm Lin Wanjie's identity, so he held back.
Unexpectedly, Lin Wanjie was given a chance to escape.
Dongfang Jian quickly looked at the water flow and found that the water flow was slow. If a person underwater wanted to dive and swim away, there would definitely be movement in the water of more than one meter deep.
Dongfang Jian held the sword in the water and stirred it for a long time. The water splashed and roared with his true energy, but there was no gain. On the contrary, it stirred up waves.
After thinking about it for a moment, he realized that this method was inappropriate, so he flew into the air and thrust his sword straight into the outlet of the canal.
As long as this sword is guarded at the water outlet, Lin Wanjie's big body will definitely not be able to enter the deep water area of the West Lake.
"Just hold it in!" Dongfang Jian smiled and shouted, "I want to see how long you can hold it in, to see if you can hold your breath or if I am patient, haha..."
Dongfang Jian concluded that Lin Wanjie was still holding his breath somewhere in the ditch. As long as he couldn't get out of the ditch, he would show up sooner or later.
As soon as he shows up, he won't hold back with the next sword and chops off his head directly!
But the situation was different from what Dongfang Jian expected.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
Five minutes passed.
The canal was calm, but there was still no movement.
