Divine Magic Doctor

Su Ming had just finished talking with Nangong Bo, Lin Wanrong and the other girls when Feng Mo's car arrived nearby.    

The person who came to pick up the car was a new face in his early twenties. He was dressed in a black suit and was tightly wrapped in it.    

Even his eyes were wearing sunglasses. He looked very mysterious.    

"Is the mafia of Japan all dressed like this?" Su Ming couldn't help but tease.    

The young man in the suit didn't answer Su Ming directly. Instead, he sized Su Ming up from head to toe.    

"Su Ming, Mr. Su?"    

Su Ming nodded, admitting his identity.    

Hearing this affirmative answer, the young man seemed a little disdainful.    

"You'd better be really capable. " The young man said coldly.    

Before Su Ming could say anything, Lin Xiaoshuang spoke first.    

"What do you mean?" Lin Xiaoshuang said angrily.    

The young man said with disdain, "Literally. "    

When Lin Xiaoshuang heard this, she became furious. Just as she was about to flare up, Su Ming lightly stopped her.    

"I haven't asked for your guidance. " Su Ming was not angry. He asked faintly.    

The young man replied coldly, "He's a subordinate of the Feng Mo Family's Feng Mo Zheng Martial Arts University, Ye Bilang. "    

Su Ming smiled calmly. The Lord Feng Mo Zheng Martial mentioned by this young man must be the eldest son of the Feng Mo Yi Xiong.    

No wonder he was so arrogant.    

"Let's go. "    

The youth coldly tossed him aside. He didn't care whether Su Ming and the others followed him or not. He just walked towards the private plane with the Feng Mo Family's emblem on it.    

"Who are you? You are as arrogant as what you are. " Lin Xiaoshuang grumbled.    

Su Ming chuckled and did not say anything. He led Lin Xiaoshuang towards the plane.    

Inside the cabin.    

Wind Demon, dressed in a robe, had clearly been waiting for a long time. Seeing Su Ming walk over, he quickly went up to greet him.    

"Su Jun, I have troubled you many times. Please forgive me. "    

Wind Devil Ping bowed ninety degrees respectfully for the first time.    

"No need for formalities. " Su Ming waved his hand to indicate.    

Su Ming still had a good impression of this Wind Devil.    

"Hmph. "    

On the side, Tsuchiro let out a cold snort. "I wonder if he's a trash or not. "    

After saying that, he minded his own business and walked towards the rear end of the cabin.    

"This. . . "    

For the first time, Feng Mo appeared especially embarrassed, and hurriedly explained to Su Ming.    

"Su Jun, don't take offense. This Tu Yuanlang is my big brother's right-hand man. This time, I really can't transfer my men away. That's why I borrowed him from my big brother.    

During the past year when my father was seriously ill, most of the family was managed by my big brother. This barbaric man is also my big brother's right-hand man. He is used to being arrogant, so Su Jun doesn't need to lower himself to his level. "    

Su Ming smiled and said. "It's fine. "    

Su Ming did not care about the face of Tsuchiro at all.    

As the saying goes, a dog is barking at you. Could it be. . . Don't tell me you're going to scold it back?    

However, the eldest son of the Feng Family, Feng Zhengwu, had aroused Su Ming's interest.    

One of his subordinates could not give Su Ming any face, but just now, this Tsuchiro had clearly shown that he did not even put the second young master, Fengmo, in his eyes.    

Interesting, interesting.    

. . .    

This operation was extremely important to the Wind Demon Family. The plane didn't stay for long before the Wind Demon urged the plane to take off.    

The private plane of Feng Mo Family was obviously a rare high-end item. As soon as it took off, Su Ming could already feel the extraordinary speed of the plane.    

"How is it, Su Jun? Are you satisfied with this plane of our Feng Mo Family?"    

"Not bad. "    

Su Ming was lying on the leather sofa, shaking the Lafite wine served by the plane. While enjoying the scenery outside the window, he answered casually.    

Lin Xiaoshuang, on the other hand, seemed especially excited. She touched it and took a look.    

"This plane is a little too luxurious. This is simply a luxurious villa in the air. This is too amazing. "    

Windfiend smiled faintly for the first time. "If Su Jun likes it, then I'll give it to him. "    

"The Feng Family is really generous"    

Su Ming smiled. "The cost of building this plane is probably close to 4 billion. I haven't completed my task for you yet, but I'm giving you such a big gift. It's not appropriate. "    

"What are you talking about?"    

Feng Moping said seriously, "Sir, I'm very grateful for your help this time. Regardless of whether it's successful or not, Sir is my friend, a friend of the Feng Mos. "    

"Is that so?"    

Su Ming looked at the callous Tsuchiro and said with a smile, You are right. " I, Su, believe in Mister Hattori's friend. As for your friend from the Feng Mo Family. . . "    

For the first time, Feng Mo had an awkward expression. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the plane shook violently and almost threw everyone out of their seats.    

"What's going on!?"    

Wind Demon, who had stabilized his body, cursed in the direction of the driver's seat.    

The bumpy ride just now was obviously not caused by the airflow.    

Tsuchiro, who was in the back, also stood up with a serious expression. He had unsheathed a samurai sword at some point in time.    

"Not good, something unexpected has happened. " Su Ming felt that something was wrong. The silver needle in his hand was ready. He looked in the direction of the driver's seat.    

In front of everyone's eyes, the door of the driver's seat slowly opened. A slender man slowly walked out.    

In his hand, a samurai sword was dripping blood.    

"Mao Lizhen!!"    

Upon seeing this person, Windfiend Pingji and Tsuchiro both cried out in alarm.    

Su Ming frowned slightly. Although he didn't know this guy called Mao Lizhen, his intuition told him that this man was quite dangerous.    

"Long time no see, Wind Demon is level 2"    

Mao Lizhen gave an evil smile and pointed the saber in his hand at the Wind Demon.    

Su Ming, who didn't understand Fusang language, frowned slightly. Luckily, Lin Xiaoshuang, who was standing beside him, knew Fusang language. Although she was extremely afraid, she still managed to calm her mind and translate for Su Ming.    

"What's wrong, young master Pingzeng? Are you surprised to see me in the sky?"    

Feng Mo scolded in a stern voice, "Mao Lizhen, you traitor! How dare you show yourself in front of me?! Today, I will help the Feng Mos get rid of a traitor like you"    

After saying that, he took out a short knife from his bosom and prepared to attack.    

"Hehe. "    

Mao Li did not panic at all. He sneered and said, "Young Master Ping, I'm still not clear on your level of sword arts. Killing me, you deserve it. "    

After he finished speaking, Mao Lizhen's figure moved and he charged towards the Wind Demon. His speed was so fast that he left afterimages behind.    

The Wind Demon gritted his teeth and also charged forward.    

Just from the momentum alone, Su Ming could already see the result of this battle.    

This Wind Devil was definitely not a match for Mao Lizhen.    

Sure enough, in just one exchange, the short knife in his hand was dropped.    

"Die!"    

Mao Lizhen succeeded with one strike and wanted to take advantage of the situation to understand Wind Demon Ping Jie's life.    

"Not good!!"    

At this moment of life and death, Windfiend Pingji subconsciously used his arm to block this fatal blow.    

"Clang!!"    

With the sound of swords clashing, Mao Lizhen's blade did not cut off the Wind Demon's hands as expected. Instead, it was blocked by Tsuchiro's long blade.    

"I almost forgot about you, Tsuchiro. "    

Mao Lizhen raised his head to look at Tsuchiro and smiled evilly. Even though he was about to face a two versus one situation, Mao Lizhen did not panic at all.    

"Your opponent is me. "    

Tsuchiro snorted coldly. He swung his long blade horizontally and started fighting with Mao Lizhen.    

Lin Xiaoshuang, who was watching from the side, finally let out a sigh of relief.    

"That guy called Tsuchiro, although he is a bit annoying, we still have to rely on him at the critical moment. " Lin Xiaoshuang sighed with emotion.    

"You are wrong. "    

Su Ming frowned slightly and said, "Although this Turin man's skills are not bad, he is still a bit inferior to this Mao Li. "    

"It can't be!" Lin Xiaoshuang had a look of disbelief.    

Sure enough, after four or five rounds of confrontation, the Tsuchiro's figure became unstable. His blade technique also gradually became lax. It seemed that he was already somewhat powerless.    

"Hahahaha. "    

Mao Lizhen brandished his blade as he mocked, "Tsuchiro Lord. It had been so many years. . . Your swordsmanship hasn't improved much. I'm really disappointed. "    

"Shut up!!"    

The previously arrogant Tsuchiro had clearly been provoked by Mao Li. The strength of his blade had clearly increased.    

This was exactly what Mao Lizhen wanted. Although the furious Turin attacked fiercely, his blade technique was obviously full of flaws.     1

"Break for me. "    

Mao Lizhen seized the opportunity and slashed out with his blade. The blade in his hand was extremely sharp and fierce, and it cut the blade in Tsuchiro's hand in half.    

"Puff!!"    

Tu Yuanlang, who had been injured by the saber wind, retreated a few steps. He knelt down on one knee. A large mouthful of blood gushed out from his mouth and he lost his ability to fight.    

"Hahahaha, what a waste. "    

Mao Lizhen laughed wildly, and his killing intent was revealed as he slowly walked towards Windfiend Pingzeng and Tsuchiro.    

It's over!    

Their minds were blank, and they even forgot to retreat.    

Right at this moment, gusts of strong wind suddenly appeared. It sped towards Mao Lizhen.    

"Not good!!"    

Mao Lizhen cried out in alarm. He waved the long saber in his hand, and the sound of gold and jade colliding rang out.    

But very quickly, the long blade that he was waving suddenly stopped.    

Dang!    

Mao Lizhen staggered a few steps back. The long blade in his hand fell to the ground. His eyes were filled with fear, and he was frozen in place forever.    

On his forehead, a silver needle as thick as a pencil went deep into his brain.    

With a loud bang, Mao Lizhen fell to the ground.    

Mao Lizhen, who was arrogant just a second ago.    

Dead!!