The Miracle Doctor: Call Me Savior

Seeing this, the audience immediately burst into an uproar.

In the rogue cultivators' area, Wang Tiejun's angry roar rang out: "Shameless! He actually used a weapon, this is too despicable!"

"Is he still a martial arts master? Not only did he launch a sneak attack, but he also used a weapon. Shame on him!"

"You shameless old woman Miaohui, let's attack together!"

In the camp of the great sects, there were naturally quite a few people speaking up for the Grand Preceptor Miao Hui.

"What are you shouting about? Did you just say that weapons can't be used?"

"Magician Nun's behavior is completely in line with the requirements, but they are stupid and don't know how to prepare weapons!"

"This is a battle. If you really fight with the enemy, can you ask the other party not to use weapons? Naive!"

"Good for you to forget yourself and beat that arrogant guy to death."

...

On the arena, looking at the soft sword that was thrusting toward his heart, Qin Zihuan's eyes narrowed, and he snorted coldly and said, "You're vicious and you don't know what's good for you!"

He had used all his strength from the slap just now and hadn't seriously injured this intelligent nun, but the opponent was even more vicious. Not only had he used his sword, but he had also stabbed it towards his own heart. This was a tactic that could take someone's life.

With a heavy snort, Zachary suddenly increased his speed. Almost in the blink of an eye, he directly flashed in front of Miaohui Nun. Before she could see Zachary's movements clearly, she saw Zachary's fist coming towards her. "Thud!" It was too late for Miao Hui Nun to dodge. She felt a heavy blow on her lower abdomen and was sent flying backward. At the same time, there was a taste of blood in her throat as she spewed out a mouthful of blood. "Boom! Bang!"

The master of Miaohui fell heavily to the ground, with the soft sword in her hand falling at the same time.

She struggled to get up, but at this time, Zachary came to her side and stepped on her underbelly.

Master Miaohui was too angry and immediately shouted, "Little thief, how dare you! I am the master of the Jingwei Nunnery. If you dare to hurt me, the Jingwei Nunnery will not let you go."

Hearing this, Zachary's feet stopped in the air, and his eyes began to change.

"Kid, you're afraid, aren't you? Why aren't you surrendering? Admit defeat on your own," said the intelligent nun.

The corners of Zachary's lips curled upwards. He revealed a cold smile and said, "Are you an idiot? This is a battle, not a place for seniority."

"Pa!" Zachary's foot, which had been stepping on Miaohui Nun's lower abdomen, changed its position at this moment and stepped on Miaohui Nun's face directly.

He pressed down hard on the soles of his feet, rubbed them against each other, and then sent out a final kick. The Miaohui Nun immediately fainted.

Seeing this scene, the audience under the stage was dumbfounded. Whether it was the big sects or the scattered cultivators' camp, whether it was support or abuse, all of them stopped at this moment and looked at what was happening on the stage with a stunned look.

They had just said that Miaohui Nun was deliberately showing her weakness to the enemy. But now, in less than a minute, Miaohui Nun was sent flying by the nameless boy's punch and then stepped on the face, directly fainting.

"This, this is a martial art master, a senior in the martial arts world, and a top master in the martial arts world, but he was knocked out by a young boy, and he even trampled on his face directly."

If this kind of thing hadn't been seen with their own eyes, almost no one in the audience would believe it was true.

"What, what the hell is going on?"

"Is there something wrong with my eyes? Master Miaohui has been defeated, and it's such a disastrous loss!"

"Who on earth is that guy? How, how could he defeat a Wu Dao master?"novelbin

"This is not a defeat, okay? This is a complete collapse! They are not at the same level at all."

...

The shock caused by Zachary's defeat of Miaohui was not caused by the audience. Even the other people on the stage who were standing on the stage were also greatly affected. Without saying anything, Monk Baohong and Zheng Wuxiong were so shocked that they almost dropped their chins.

Old Taoist Qingxuan's face changed. He was a little surprised, but he was not too surprised. As for An Wei, he had already known about Zachary's fighting skills, but at this moment, he was not surprised at all. Because he knew that this level was not even one tenth of Zachary's real strength.

"Haha, bald dork, are you afraid? Your old lover is doomed, so you're the next one!"

It had to be said that Old Taoist Qingxuan was different from the others in terms of fighting. He moved his mouth and jumped with one leg as he fought. He was actually evenly matched with Monk Bao Hong.

"It's not because of me, Master Miaohui..." Monk Baohong still wanted to defend himself, but he did not finish his sentence.

Old Taoist Qingxuan shouts loudly: "Buddhist monk, take a punch of my left hook!"

Monk Baohong's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly raised his hand to block Qingxuan's left arm.

But just as the old Taoist Qing Xuan shouted, he threw a punch with his right hand at Monk Bao Hong's eye socket, which immediately turned him into a panda eye.

"You..." Monk Baohong was furious.

Old Taoist Qingxuan shouted again, "Buddhist monk, look at my Invincible Whirlwind Kick!"

Monk Baohong instinctively wanted to block the opponent's leg attack, but on second thought, he realized something was wrong and was about to change direction. However, when the old Taoist attacked, he punched again, but this time it was his left hand that hit the other eye of Monk Baohong, which made him completely turn into a panda.

"Heaven and Earth Lightning Palm!" The old daoist shouted. At the same time, his body took a few steps backwards.

"Invincible Form and Will Boxing!" The old Taoist gave a straight punch.

"Look at my Tiger Fist!" This time, it was even worse. It shouted out the fist, but in the end, this fellow actually directly spat out a mouthful of saliva.

...

Looking at the fight of Taoist Qing Xuan, the audience was stunned. Different from the shock brought by Zachary just now, the shock brought by the old Taoist Qing Xuan was completely subverted.

They never thought that a fight between people in the martial arts world could have such a style. It was too shameless!

He shouted "hooks" with his left hand, but his right hand came, not a hook, but a straight punch. How could it be so deceptive?

There was even less of a need to talk about the Whirlwind Legs or Lightning Palm. They were all useless goods.

Of course, the one who was the most awkward was spitting out a mouthful of saliva. He was sure that this was a martial arts competition and not a quarrel on the streets.

Monk Bao Hong was even more confused than the audience. He was in a daze because of Old Taoist Qingxuan's yelling. No one knew how many times he had been hit.

However, he deserved to be a master of martial arts. He didn't fall down after so many blows. It was hard to say that these ordinary flesh wounds were very difficult to hurt Monk Baohong.

After these few moves, Monk Bao Hong gradually figured out that whatever this fellow shouted, the result would not be the case. Moreover, because he sprained his ankle and could only use his foot, there was no attack on his leg at all in his attack.

Therefore, Monk Baohong gradually came up with some countermeasures, that was, no matter what fists or palms the opponents shouted, there was no need to care. It was the best response to directly defend his upper body. These moves were really effective. Monk Baohong actually managed to block the next moves of Old Taoist Qingxuan.

Suddenly, Monk Bao Hong became complacent. He glared at Old Taoist Qingxuan and shouted, "Taoist, I've seen through you. Except for a few babblings, I want to see what else you can do!" Monk Bao Hong was proud of himself. He could not care about the pretentious tone he had used before.

Old Taoist Qing Xuan unhurriedly shouted, "Is that so? Have a taste of my Whirlwind Kick!"

Monk Baohong smiled and said, "Whirlwind Kick? It's a left straight punch. You've already used it."

"It's not a left-hand punch, but a right-hand hook punch!" The old Taoist priest threw his right hand at Monk Baohong's chin.

However, before he could even use this move, he was blocked by Monk Bao Hong. The other party said proudly, "Whether it's left or right fists, they have no effect on me. Don't be helpless. Just admit defeat yourself."

The old Taoist Qing Xuan ignored him and shouted again, "Look at my whip kick!"

"Again? It's useless. You can't move your legs!" Monk Bao Hong laughed, and his body was tightly defended.

But at this time, both of Old Taoist Qingxuan's arms did not move, and he did not spit out any saliva. He did not attack, which made Monk Baohong stunned for a moment.

"Haha, you're at the end of your rope. We'll just talk about it and not practice it!" Monk Bao Hong laughed.

But at this moment, he felt a chill on his lower body, and a gust of wind blew.

Then Monk Baohong was horrified to see that the old Taoist Qingxuan's left foot was kicking toward him, and the position he kicked was between his legs.

There was no resistance at all. Monk Baohong's two legs were kicked in the middle by Old Taoist Qingxuan. There seemed to be a cracking sound coming from the kick.

The old monk's face was red, and his eyes were bloodshot. He covered his crotch with his hands and curled up like a shrimp.

He stared at the old Taoist Qing Xuan and said, "You, your legs weren't sprained, why are you..."

Old Taoist Qingxuan laughs out loud and says: "You can't even guess that? You're silly! Of course I'm lying to you. I'm an expert like Qingxuan. How could I have sprained my ankle in the middle of a fighting platform? I'm faking it on purpose to paralyze you, bald ass."

"You..." Monk Bao Hong was so angry that his whole body was trembling, and the pain in his crotch became even more intense.

Old Taoist Qingxuan patted the bald head of Monk Baohong as if he was patting a watermelon. He smiled and said, "You don't have to thank me. Didn't you Buddhists want six pieces of peace? I saw that one of yours wasn't clean enough, so I helped you!"

"You..." Monk Baohong was angry and painful. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

Seeing this, the audience was completely dumbfounded. They didn't expect that this shameless old Taoist Qingxuan would also win in such a strange and shameless way. Looking at his dirty tricks, everyone in the audience felt that their bottom line had been lowered.

As for the tragic fate of Monk Bao Hong, the audience present, especially the male ones, all squeezed their legs together, unwilling to look at the old Taoist Qing Xuan.