Chapter 2580

a moment ago.

A cold light flashed by.

"Huh?" The white-haired old man was stunned to find that his neck was being strangled.

"You're that genius doctor Xia, right?" Xia Tian had a displeased expression on his face, "Who told you to pretend to be me? Tell me so that you can die a little easier."

The white-haired old man was astonished and wanted to struggle, but his body couldn't move at all, so he had to shout again: "Guardian!"

Sure enough, another flash of coldness came.

"It's just right, you don't want to escape this time." Lan Yiren caught the trace of the cold light this time, and with the Misty Step, he chased after him, and slashed at him with his palm.

"Snapped!"

I saw strange flying insects fell to the ground.

"What is this?" Lan Yiren watched the thing struggling and twisting on the ground, showing a sense of discomfort.

It was a worm as thick as a thumb but more than one meter long, with six pairs of translucent wings.

"The Dharma protector was knocked into the air so easily, who are you!" The white-haired old man's eyes showed shock, "Why do you want to spoil the old man's good deeds?"

Xia Tian was a little upset, and exerted a little force on his hand: "Answer my question, or I will kill you now."

"Ah!" The white-haired old man immediately screamed, and shouted: "I don't know what you're talking about, let go! Otherwise, I will make your souls fly away, and you will never be free."

"It seems that I can't understand people's words, so it's useless to keep you." Xia Tian was impatient, curled his lips, and gradually increased the strength of his hands.

"Stop, stop!" The white-haired old man felt that his head was about to explode, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "I say, I can say anything."

Xia Tian looked contemptuous: "I really don't understand the thoughts of you idiots. If you have a good communication and you refuse, you have to suffer a little bit before saying it. You are really stupid."

"Let go, let go first." The white-haired old man's eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, begging for mercy repeatedly: "My head is about to explode."

Xia Tian threw that person on the ground like throwing rubbish: "Speak."

"I'm going to see how Miss Xu is doing." Lan Yiren walked into the screen room, sniffing the young woman lying on it.

Fortunately, although the breath was weak, it was not absent.

"She's not dead yet, she just can't wake up." Lan Yiren said flatly, "It's the same as those men and women lying here. What's going on? Could it be some drug."

Xia Tian said casually: "It's not drugged, it should be something tampered with."

"I don't know, who are you?" The white-haired old man gasped for a while, and finally recovered, his temper surged again in an instant: "I have no grudges or enmities with you, why did you barge in and spoil my good deeds?"

"Slap!" Xia Tian casually slapped him, his face was swollen and several teeth were broken: "Don't talk nonsense, answer my question honestly."

The white-haired old man was furious, obviously a little unconvinced, he immediately tossed his sleeve robe, and a smelly wind came out of his pocket, blowing towards Xia Tian.

"Playing tricks, right?" Xia Tian said casually: "Those who like to blow the wind, then you can blow it well enough."

Said, Xia Tian pulled off the sleeve robe of the white-haired old man, and covered the old man's head.

"Mmmmmmm—"

The white-haired old man struggled desperately again, making an indistinct cry for help.

"Honey, you've been played to death by others." Lan Yiren hastily reminded, "I haven't figured out what's going on with these people yet."

Xia Tian said with a smile: "It's okay, this kind of idiot will die when he dies."

That being said, Xia Tian listened to Lan Yiren and let go of the white-haired old man again.

"You still have two minutes." Xia Tian said casually.

The white-haired old man was really scared now, just a second or two later, he would really be dead.

A hero doesn't suffer from immediate losses, so he can only give in first and then play it by ear.

"Old man, tell me everything, what do you want to know?" The white-haired old man knelt down towards Xia Tian with a frightened expression.

Lan Yiren asked directly, "Tell me who you are first."

"This old man is Xia Tian, ​​the vice-chairman of the Ancient Medical Association of Tianhai City, and a famous genius doctor in Dinglu." The white-haired old man came as soon as he opened his mouth, without any hesitation, he could only say that the lines had been carved into his bones, quite naturally.

"You are not Xia Tian." Lan Yiren glared at him, and said coldly: "If you are not honest, then you should die."

The white-haired old man looked blank, and then said: "This old man is Xia Tian. His surname is Xia and his name is Tian. He was born with this name."

"Then you can't be called this name from now on." Xia Tian said lazily: "Because I am Xia Tian, ​​an idiot like you is not worthy of this name." "The name was chosen by your parents, why can you It’s called Xia Tian, ​​I can’t?” The white-haired old man really couldn’t understand: “Besides, there are not one million people called Xia Tian in the whole country, but there are 800,000, so can you let them all change their names?

"

"I don't care about other people's name Xia Tian, ​​and I don't bother to care about it." Xia Tian said seriously: "But if I meet you, then you have to change your name."

Lan Yiren added: "What's more, you are still using the name of Miracle Doctor Xia, which is clearly deliberately destroying my husband's reputation."

"You were that summer in Jianghai City?" The white-haired old man understood at this time, and looked at Xia Tian with some surprise: "Impossible, if you are really him, why are you so young?"

Xia Tian lazily replied: "I'm just so young, do you have an opinion?"

"Even if you started studying medicine from your mother's womb, your medical skills are not very good, right?" The white-haired old man immediately understood, "It seems that you are also deceiving people. Since you are in the same industry, you have made money It's over!"

"Snapped"

Xia Tian slapped him again: "Don't confuse me with a dead liar like you."

"Don't, don't fight!" The white-haired old man gave in immediately, "Okay, I admit it, I will leave Tianhai City immediately, and I will never show up again."

"It's not that simple." Lan Yiren said coldly, "You still have to explain what's going on here. What exactly do you want to do with so many young men and women here?"

The white-haired old man opened his mouth again and came: "This old man is treating Miss Xu."

"Do you think we are as stupid as you?" Xia Tian was a little upset.

"Although the old man is not a genius doctor, he is a magician from the Taoist sect." The white-haired old man immediately explained: "This is [Small Zhoutian Eight Meridians Condensing Soul Formation], which specializes in treating strange diseases such as scattered souls. Laymen naturally don’t understand.”

Lan Yiren sneered: "Hehe, taking off the girl's clothes and lying on her body is also your technique?"

"That, of course." The white-haired old man really said confidently: "This is the secret technique of my sect, and the old man is a body with a strong yang, which just matches Miss Xu's yin-deficient body. Let her scattered soul re-condense."

"It's pretty good at making up." Lan Yiren knew the old man was talking nonsense as soon as he heard it, "Honey, why don't you just kill this idiot."

At this time, the white-haired old man couldn't help but said: "You two, why did you do such a terrible thing. You are just asking for money, at worst we will share it."

"Why, you still want 30%?" Lan Yiren sarcastically said with a half-smile. "Thirty percent is yours, and I'm seventy percent." The white-haired old man was anxious, and couldn't help shouting: "This time, I was killed, but it's not that I don't have the means to counter you, but I don't think it's necessary. The Xu family has a lot of money , the big deal is that we cooperate together

make money. "

Xia Tian lazily said: "I'm in a bad mood right now, do you know why?"

"50-50 at most!" The white-haired old man felt a little pained, he had already given in too much: "If you give in any more, it will be a big deal, and you will get nothing."

"Boom!"

Xia Tian punched him directly, and said unhappily: "I'm not interested in asking for money, and I'm not interested in taking care of your crap. Someone told me that there are peerless beauties here, so I came here."

"Pfft!" The white-haired old man was punched, his face was cracked, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of old blood: "Stop beating, Miss Xu will send you off too, as long as you let me go, I will give you everything .”

"Just this ugly girl, can she be called a peerless beauty?" Xia Tian pointed to Miss Xu who was still in a coma, "It's a hundred times uglier than that ugly girl Liu Han."

The white-haired old man was about to cry: "It's none of the old man's business, I didn't trick you to come here."

"You're right." Xia Tian nodded: "However, I'm still in a bad mood, so now I really want to beat someone up."

The white-haired old man became anxious, and shouted: "You, you are contradicting your promise. You just said that as long as I tell the truth, let me go."

"What I'm saying is, answer my question honestly, and I can make you die more happily." Xia Tian grinned.

Hearing these words, the white-haired old man couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and tried to understand the logic: "No, you still backtracked."

"So you are an idiot." Xia Tian said coldly, "Because you didn't answer my question honestly."

"I, the old man answered!" The white-haired old man panicked and felt aggrieved: "I answered everything you asked."

Xia Tian looked at him with a smile: "Who instructed you to pretend to be me, have you answered?"

"This... I answered." The white-haired old man hesitated for a moment, "I didn't pretend to be you, my name was Xia Tian, ​​but I happened to have the same name and surname as you."

"I gave you a chance, but unfortunately you are useless." Xia Tian shook his head, showing a disappointed expression.

Lan Yiren suddenly felt that Mo Ming was a little chilly: "Honey, do you feel... ah!"

Before she finished speaking, a cold light suddenly cut towards her face without warning, which caught her off guard, but she subconsciously avoided it with Misty Steps.

"Huh?" After Lan Yiren jumped away, he suddenly saw Miss Xu lying on the bed, with a faint light on her body, and then slowly sat up.

Seeing this scene, the white-haired old man immediately burst into laughter: "Okay, great, it worked, now you are all dead."

"Husband, this Miss Xu..." Lan Yiren felt a little dangerous, and immediately retreated to Xia Tian.

"You guys are so brave to disturb my resurrection ceremony!" Miss Xu flew up and floated in mid-air, her eyes were white, her hair stood on end, and she had a strange expression.

Xia Tian still had a casual expression, and asked casually: "What are you?"

"Hehe, it's okay to tell you now." The white-haired old man laughed wildly: "This is the leader of our Xuanshi Sect, you should be afraid."

"There's nothing to be afraid of." Xia Tian yawned casually, "The previous Chiyue and Heisha were all wiped out by me, and what kind of mysterious corpses of yours seem to be nothing more than that."

"The bodies of the two of you are also good, so let's use it as a container for this seat."

Miss Xu yelled sharply, and suddenly a strong wind blew up in the room, blowing those dozens of young men and women into the air, fused with her body, and turned into a huge monster.

Then, he opened his mouth and spewed out a foul-smelling wind, and countless strange insects flew out.

Xia Tian flashed out the Dinghaishen needle, and pointed at the stench.

"Boom!"

There was a bang, and the huge impact knocked half of the house down.

When I looked again, the monster that Miss Xu had turned into had disappeared, and there was only a huge pothole left in the center of the room.

"Let her run away?" Lan Yiren sighed softly.

Xia Tian said lightly: "I can't run away." At this time, there was a noise outside the door, and a group of people rushed in.