Chapter 741: Chapter Thirty-Five: The Buddha Son Preaches

Only then did Tang Xing recall that, just before he blacked out, he had suffered a heavy blow which seemed to have landed on his lower back.

In a panic, he quickly turned his inward sight toward his own spinal marrow and wailed, “It’s over…this time, I’m really done for…”

“Bro…”

Tang Xing looked teary-eyed at Tang Luo, twist his head towards him, and pointed at the spot between his legs and plaintively said, “It… can’t respond anymore!”

His lips were pale, devoid of any color. His pupils dilated and contracted in alternation, manifesting the fear that was currently ruling the boy’s soul. It was a truly pitiable sight.

“Not only that, but your whole lower body is unresponsive,”

Despite looking at the pitiful face of the little boy, Tang Luo replied coldly, bereft of any sympathy, “Such a little pervert you are! You just found out that your spinal marrow is broken, and the first thing you worry about is not the destruction of your martial arts foundation but whether your ‘third leg’ can act! What a bizarre obsession with sex you have!”

“Ah!!!”

Upon hearing that his entire lower body could not respond, Tang Xing let out a screech. With tear-streaked face, he threw himself into Wen Ruo Lan’s arms, muttering, “Sister medic, save me!!”

The kind female medic, seeing a young gentleman scared by his unscrupulous older brother, couldn’t help but glare unpleasantly at Tang Luo. Gently stroking Tang Xing’s head, she soothingly said, “Don’t be scared. The regenerative divine medicine of Hundred Herbs Immortal Mansion has already enveloped your spine. As long as you continue to take the medicine, you should recover within a year or two at the most.”

I going to do!!” Tang Xing cried out, his tear-streaked face buried in the well-endowed bosom of the female medic, shaking his head from left to

innocent face of the little boy was absurdly deceptive. Watching the despairing young gentleman, Wen Ruo Lan had no issue other

appear even older than Mother Xu Shuhui, how could

medic continue to comfort Tang Xing. With a steely-faced

is not worth wasting the Innate Qi on. Let him

his pockets again to extract a pen and paper. He needed to

the entire fighting style of the Bifang Mountain

felt a noticeable decline in the attack power of the arena master. The master’s focus seemed split,

arena master, as though waking from a

Bifang Mountain Inner Hall

all different sects and the three Saint Children were having a friendly and cordial meeting in the hall. Especially with the arrival of Zen Buddha Son Yankong, the atmosphere in the hall

the semi-accomplished Yankong is destined to reach the Bodhisattva stage at least. He is a promising future successor of

who has reached Bodhisattva,

to teach, to enlighten others’ minds and clarify the path of martial arts—all

Son preach is a great fortune. This is the

and chanting are their routine duties. Even in the face of these excellent disciples and representatives of various sects, Yankong did not show a trace

the true meaning of martial arts and were not influenced by the chanting, everyone else in the hall was fascinated to the point of intoxication. Even the formidable representatives of

with his arms crossed and asked, “Even the Path of No Suffering and Extinction – the highest

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