Medical Master Chapter 55: Anonymous…dead?

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The land of air source.

"Anonymous...dead?"

Almost everyone who has ever seen an unknown person was shocked the moment they heard the news.

Especially in the guard area of ​​Jiange.

The four great masters, the people of Liyuan, and Qingyun and others who came with Wuming from the Chinese Wulin, couldn't believe it when they heard the messenger came to report the news.

Qingyun is an exception.

The four great masters and Liyuan, that is watching Wuming grow up step by step.

They have seen countless times of unnamed response to disasters, they have seen countless times that the nameless has fallen into danger, and they have also heard of countless times that the nameless has fallen to death.

But every time Wuming came back alive.

No matter what kind of opponent he faced, Wuming won.

How could the nameless die?

How is this possible?

No one wants to believe that Wuming is really dead.

However, everyone is very clear in their hearts that Wuming is facing the saint Lord Nirvana this time, the great demon who has dealt with the entire Chinese martial arts for hundreds of years.

The last time Wuming escaped from the Lord's hand, everyone was very surprised.

No one thought of it.

Anonymous can survive the hunting of the Lord Nirvana.

It is precisely because of the previous surprise that although everyone is not willing to believe it, they know in their hearts that the nameless death has become a fact.

After all, if the Lord Nirvana really wants to kill, even if the entire Chinese martial arts rushes up, I am afraid that the entire army will be wiped out.

How can Wuming survive against the Nirvana Lord by one person?

With extreme reluctance to believe, everyone fell silent.

A mountain facing the flow of air.

Here, it was originally an unnamed practice place.

On this flat lawn on the top of the hill, two old men are standing in the place where the nameless former practiced, looking from a distance at the incomparably strong, soaring air flow.

"Just heard the news, he is unnamed..."

Standing next to the old man, Sima Chan, who had recovered from the situation where he was severely injured by peeping Skyrim before, sighed gently and said: "If you need, I can figure out for you to determine him. Life and death."

Talking room.

Sima Chan directly raised his right hand.

A flash of stars suddenly appeared at his fingertips.

At this moment of starlight, trying to scratch his fingertips, the old man, who had not spoken, suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed Sima Chan's arm forcibly.

"Life and death are fate."

Looking at the stout source of energy in the distance, the old man shook his head slightly and said: "If he is still alive, even if you don’t calculate it, he is still alive. If he is dead, even if you calculate the result, he It's still dead."

"Maybe, I can try to calculate his position."

Sima Chan said.

"No need."

The old man shook his head again and said: "There is no need to use your life to calculate a result that will not be of much use whether you know it or not."

"Also, I don't think he will just die like this!"

Sima Chan glanced at the old man. On the old man's face, he couldn't see the slightest mood swing, and finally he could only sigh helplessly: "Hey."

……

Jiange.

"Three old men, is he really unnamed?"

The twelve swordsmen stood in the back mountain, outside the wooden house where the old three were meditating all the year round, looking at the old three sitting in the wooden house, and asked actively.

"Sigh."

The old man with white hair and black eyebrows opened his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"Sigh what?"

Qu Lao, with black hair and white eyebrows, had a cold face, cast a calm look at Yuan Lao, and said, "It's just a piece of news. Although it has been proved that the Mayan gas source has been destroyed, no one has seen the nameless!"

"What do you see?"

The original old man pouted his lips and said with great regret: "Holy Lord Nirvana takes action. There are a few people in this world who can escape. If you give the nameless a few more years, maybe he can become that kind of person, but he is still It's too early, it's a pity."

"Not necessarily."

Qian Lao, who has not spoken, also opened his eyes at this time and said: "Life and death are not something that can be guessed from ancient times. Some people live well and walk around. They died, some people were buried, but they came back to life."

"Every great power is struggling from the line of life and death."

Speaking of this, Qian Lao paused for a while, and then continued to add: "He survives to be Nirvana, when he dies, he falls. Everything depends on him, we can't guess."

……

Remains of Lao Tzu.

This is an unnamed ruin. When the news of an unnamed death came, all the martial artists in the entire ruins were silent.

The secret realm of the ruins, which was originally noisy and noisy, seemed to have blocked all the volume, and it was terribly quiet.

Every martial arts person in the depths.

All have received unnamed favors.

Not only this ruin secret realm, Wuming also brought quick success to everyone in the secret realm, which greatly improved everyone's strength.

Moreover, Wuming once preached here.

All those who listen to the lecture will benefit a lot.

This moment.

Hearing the news of the nameless death, everyone didn't know what it was like, anyway it was very uncomfortable.

Above the clouds.

In the garden of the Fifth Family, Yunyangzi and Fifth Qian are walking side by side, and the two are going to leave here and return to the source of Qi.

"Do you believe it?"

Fifth Qian asked.

"I don't believe it, but I can't help it."

Yun Yangzi frowned, shook his head and said: "He..."

At the end of the words, Yun Yangzi paused suddenly, then let out another breath, and added: "Although he came later than us, but he always walked in front of us, you and I chased I don’t have the qualifications to go to him, so I don’t know, I can’t see his way."

After speaking, a bitterness appeared on Yunyangzi's face.

"Yes."

Fifth Qian raised her head in sorrow, and said: "Our generation of warriors originally thought they were living in an era when the world was peaceful, and thought they could practice carefree, but who knows that in this world There are still so many wars."

"He has always seen more than we have seen. Perhaps this is why he is so desperate when facing everything, right?"

Yunyangzi and Wuqian looked at each other, nodded slightly and said, "In any case, we hope he can come back."

……

In the square under the clouds.

"Anonymous died?"

After obtaining the Quick Success Method, Yi Lao's strength has been greatly improved, and the whole person has become much younger than before.

"No."

"He will not die, he cannot die!"

Thinking of the young man who had participated in incomparable in his manor, Yi Lao shook his head repeatedly.

He didn't believe it.

In his heart, there is always a very big hope, always thinking that Wuming can never die so easily.

The same.

After He Gaoming and others know.

All the brothers who followed the nameless were instantly enveloped by an unbearable sense of depression and grief.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"How could the boss die?"

"The boss will not die, the boss will certainly not die."

Above the clouds, He Gaoming gathered with all the brothers, shaking their heads frantically, unwilling to believe the news.

But, as he talked, everyone's eyes were red.

Silent tears flowed out quickly from everyone's red eyes.

There is no sound.

Even if the tears were flowing, no one was sobbing.

"I will practice."

Since a long time, He Gaoming opened his mouth and said in a very hoarse voice: "I believe the boss will come back. If he can't come back, I will avenge him!"

"Get revenge for the boss!"

"We want to avenge the boss!"

Brothers, one by one, clenched their teeth, each face was full of anger, and they were madly plunged into practice and training, as if they were possessed.

……

Northern Xinjiang.

Military restricted area, base.

"Anonymous..."

Li Ji, who heard the news, stood in the room where he often communicated with the nameless, holding a landline phone in his hand, standing in place as if he had lost his soul, and a beep came from the microphone. The beeping sound of disconnection lasted for a long time, but he couldn't wake him up.

At the moment.

He thought of what happened from the first day he knew Wuming. He thought of Wuming’s contributions and contributions to China over the years. He also thought of Wuming’s true identity.

The scenes of scenes flashed in front of my eyes continuously.

The flashing of each scene makes my heart feel like a needle pierced by a needle, which is used for a piercing pain.

This kind of heartache pulled him out of his absence.

"Ha..."

As if collapsed, Li Ji's body softened, his left hand slapped on the table in front of him, his eyes were flushed, as if he had some acute illness, he gasped for breath.

There is no sound of sobbing.

After breathing for a while, Li Ji gradually stopped his breathing, then put down the landline phone, picked it up again, and tremblingly dialed a phone number.

"Hello?"

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Report."

As soon as Li Ji gritted his teeth, he opened his mouth and said, "Regarding the nameless matter, should we condolences to the nameless family?"

The words came out.

The people on the phone were also silent.

After a long time.

"Wait again, wait."

There was a response sound on the other end of the phone, and then he hung up.

The other side.

Located in a planting base in a military restricted zone.

"Hey..."

After finishing work, Jiang Miaoyu, who habitually walked to Fangqiu's office to help Fangqiu clean up, just walked to Fangqiu's desk~IndoMTL.com~ Suddenly felt a pain in my heart, and my feet felt soft. At the same time, the eyelids began to twitch frantically.

"What's wrong with me?"

Hurrying to stabilize yourself, sit on Fangqiu’s office chair, Jiang Miaoyu took a few loud breaths, then rubbed his heart, and said, "How come you are so flustered all of a sudden?"

Maybe it was the sixth sense, maybe it was some other reason, or maybe it was because he hadn't contacted him for too long. Jiang Miaoyu took out his mobile phone and called Fangqiu immediately.

"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off, please try again later."

On the other side of the phone, there was a merciless reminder.

Jiang Miaoyu hangs up and dials again.

Still shut down.

After waiting for half an hour, the panic still persists, Fang Qiu’s phone call has never been reached, Jiang Miaoyu stood up, looked outside, and wanted to find Fang’s mom and dad, but his feet just stepped out. Go and stop immediately.