Urban Medical God

　　 Ye Chen shook his five fingers, and hit the lid of the coffin with a heavy palm.

"boom!"

　　 There was a muffled sound, without moving.

　　 Although Ye Chen didn\'t use extremely powerful martial arts, the power of this palm could be severely damaged in the middle and late stages of the Baijia realm.

　　 three palms in succession, but it\'s a pity that Ye Chen\'s power can\'t shake it.

　　 weird.

　　 "The son?" Zhu Yuan\'s voice came from inside the coffin.

　　 Ye Chen\'s eyes narrowed slightly, could it be possible that the will of heaven and earth here can weaken his own power?

　　 "Wait a minute, I\'ll find a helper!"

　　 Ye Chen just remembered that there is still a Supreme Elder of the Shenwu Temple outside. Although his strength is now greatly reduced, his realm is far above himself, and his presence will definitely help Zhu Yuan get out of trouble.

　　 "Master, wait a minute, I seem to have found a way!" An eager voice came from the coffin, and Ye Chen hurriedly stopped.

　　 "What way?" Ye Chen subconsciously looked back and saw that on the bluestone steps outside the main hall, the old man of Shenwu Hall turned his back to him and said nothing.

　　 "Old guy?" Ye Chen shouted, but the figure not far away turned on deaf ears.

　　 Ye Chen realized something, and immediately turned and walked outside the hall.

　　 "My son! No need to go!"

　　 Zhu Yuan\'s voice came, but it was concealed by some power. Ye Chen looked back at the bronze coffin again, and continued to walk towards the old man of Shenwu Temple.

　　 "What are you guys doing!"

　　 Lightly slapped the old man in the Shenwu Temple on the shoulder, Ye Chen also caught a glimpse of this scene, too late to dodge, he was also instantly locked by the arms of the Buddha magic stone statue.

　　 Ye Chen snorted coldly, the next second the golden armor covered his body, the power of the virtual spirit veins and the virtual stele surged, and the surrounding space faintly cracked.

　　 The power of space filled Ye Chen\'s body instantly, and the power of the storm turbulence cut the arms of the Buddha magic stone statue, and Ye Chen pulled the old guy away.

　　 At this moment, the sudden change!

　　 "Crack!"

　　 There was a muffled sound, and the giant door of a thousand feet opened slowly.

　　 A famous monk ran out, a total of nineteen people, separated by Ye Chen and others standing on both sides.

　　 "I thought this game of chess would be boring, but it brought out the Lord of Samsara, the Lord of Samsara, I admit that you are very strong, but unfortunately you are already in the battle!"

　　 Dressed in a robes, with cinnabar dots between the eyebrows, a young monk stepped out.

　　 Ye Chen was slightly startled when he saw this person!

　　 This monk turned out to be Zhu Yuan who shaved his hair?

　　 is almost exactly the same!

　　 "Zhu Yuan?" Ye Chen frowned, what the **** was going on.

　　 Even the old guy from the Shenwu Temple on the side opened his eyes wide and his face was incredible: "What? The person we are looking for is this monk?"

　　 "What is the person looking for?" Zhu Yuan was puzzled, looking at the old guy in the Shenwu Temple, the guy in front of him wanted to speak, but was stopped by Ye Chen.

　　 "It\'s nothing. At that time, I thought you were suppressed here. Now that the cultivation base is greatly advanced, I can\'t wait to find you!"

　　 Ye Chen smiled and explained.

　　 did not explain his intention, but Ye Chen\'s remarks were also true. The old guy saw it, although he didn\'t know what medicine Ye Chen sold in the gourd, he also nodded.

　　 "So, we misunderstood it!"

　　 "My son, I once wanted to pursue the end of martial arts, and I was trapped by this ten-kata **** and demon tower. I have been practicing here for a long time, and it is considered complete!"

　　Zhu Yuan just opened his mouth to explain, his palms were not forgotten, and he smiled.

　　 The old guy in the Shenwu Temple saw this, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he returned to normal immediately, and Zhu Yuan asked, "This is your friend?"

　　 Ye Chen nodded lightly, without saying much.

　　 "Zhu Yuan, I\'m here this time, not for anything else, just want to take you away!" Ye Chen smiled and looked at Zhu Yuan and said.

　　 Zhu Yuan in front of him smiled strangely: "My son, I don\'t plan to leave."

　　 "Really don\'t leave with me?"

　　 Ye Chen asked.

　　 "If the monks don’t talk, it really can’t!"

　　 Zhu Yuan flatly refused.

　　 "Never mind, I am here on this trip, but I am worried. Now that I met, I would have no regrets, so don\'t let it go, Zhu Yuan!"

　　 Ye Chen nodded his head in greetings, slowly backed up, and made a gesture to leave.

　　 Zhu Yuan in front of him waited with a smile, until Ye Chen\'s figure walked away, he turned around, never peering into his face.

　　 "Bah!"

　　 The moment Zhu Yuan turned around, a dry palm came out from his chest, and the young monk\'s expression instantly stiffened.

　　 The palm of "Zhu Yuan" piercing through his chest is the old fellow of Shenwu Temple. Under Ye Chen\'s instruction, he deliberately let him put down his guard and gave him a tentative blow.

　　 Sure enough, there was no bright red in front of Zhu Yuan in front of him, and even the palm of his hand was chopped in the air.

　　 "You test me?"

　　 That Zhu Yuan slowly turned his head, the previous gentleness was gone from the eyebrows, replaced by endless anger.

　　 "Sure enough, all this is illusory, even for you in front of you!"

　　 Ye Chen, who had left slowly before, had already stood side by side with the old guy in the Shenwu Temple not far from Zhu Yuan for some time.

　　 "Although I don\'t know who you are, it is definitely not Zhu Yuan!"

　　 "You speak completely differently from Zhu Yuan."

　　 Ye Chen stared at the figure in front of him, and slowly said: "Before in the hall, I was wondering why Zhu Yuan was locked in the bronze coffin!"

　　 "But you still successfully lied to me, until you stopped me from saving the old guy, I was convinced that the person in the coffin is not the real Zhu Yuan!"