"How about it?"

Li Mushan did not pursue the noisy things about these people. He looked at Feng Xihe who was checking the patient. The doctor was kind-hearted and could be seen by Li Mushan.

Lying on the stretcher was a middle-aged man with a well-proportioned figure. He knew that he was a trainer when he saw the muscles on his exposed arms.

In fact, Wang Cheng knew him.

This is Liu Qing from Liuhe Boxing Gym. He went to Zangding Temple to challenge this morning. Wang Cheng fell in Zangding Ding and then fell into a coma after hearing his voice. Then he was cured of a congenital heart disease for some reason.

Speaking of which, I have to thank this Liu Qing.

At this time, Liu Qing was lying on the stretcher, his face turned slightly blue, his eyes were closed, and there was no wound on his body.

A tall man came to Feng Xihe and Mr. Li and said, "Mr. Li, sorry, he is abrupt. We are really too anxious."

Liuhe Boxing Hall has been in Jiangzhou for some time, and I know Renhetang. As a warrior, I will inevitably suffer from bruises and injuries, so I cannot offend the doctor.

Li Mushan looked as usual, nodded, and accepted the apology, saying, "What's going on?"

The man said, "This morning, Master Liu went to Zangding Temple to challenge Taoist Master Changhe. The two fought for more than a dozen rounds, and then Master Liu fell to the ground and couldn't get out of coma. Taoist Master Changhe said that Renhetang could be treated, so we brought Master Liu over."

The place where the three universities of Jiangzhou are martial arts, the Liuhe Boxing Gym and the Tai Chi Bing Gym have a lot of friction with each other because they all rely on this to make a living, but Zangding Temple ignores Liuhe Boxing Gym and the Tai Chi Bing Gym because they are national cultural units and have cultural relics licenses. They eat national grain and iron rice bowls, and occasionally there will be large cultural subsidies, so they will not go to the world to grab food.

However, there are no ones who are not competitive and fighting. Taoist priest Zangding Temple Changhe is in charge of the inheritance of Taoist martial arts. Sometimes he would compete with the other two masters in the boxing gym. After a while, he had some entanglements and some hatreds were planted.

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

People who practice martial arts want to strive for the first place and be the strongest.

Sometimes there is no stop during the trial, so there is a gradually conflict between Zangding Temple and the other two boxing gyms. After a while, someone will go up the mountain to ask Taoist Master Changhe for advice on martial arts, saying that it is asking for advice, but in fact, he wants to give Taoist Master Changhe some color and suppress the momentum of Wusheng Mountain.

Taoist Master Changhe is getting heavier and heavier in his attacks because the visitor is not good.

Feng Xihe checked, shook his head at Li Mushan, indicating that Liu Qing had no breath and his heartbeat stopped, and that he was dead.

Li Mushan frowned slightly. This is not a trivial matter, life is at stake.

If Liu Qing really died here, although the main responsibility was to Taoist Master Changhe of Zangding Temple, Renhetang would have a bad reputation, after all, people died here.

Li Mushan grabbed Liu Qing's hand and took his pulse. There was no movement. He looked into his nose and breath, and the major artery on his neck did not beat even more.

Really dead?

But why did that old Taoist priest send someone to me?

Did you deliberately disgust me?

Li Mushan was puzzled. He also knew Taoist Changhe and didn't know what the old bull was going to do.

The others in the Liuhe Boxing Gym were all nervous.

Li Mushan was about to announce Liu Qing's death personally, but although he was unwilling, he was not the one who escaped.

"Old Li, I'll take a look?"

One sentence attracted everyone's attention.

It was Wang Cheng who spoke.
Chapter completed!