In Gao Mingyuan's body, there is a dragon seal planted by himself. This seal technique was personally passed down by the village chief. It can be said to be extremely domineering, and the thought of life and death will not be an exaggeration.

Gao Mingyuan's body trembled suddenly. Under the shocked gazes of everyone around him, Gao Mingyuan's dim eyes suddenly burst into light.

"Ah! Well..." All muscles in the body can recover instantly, and an unprecedented sense of comfort spreads throughout the body.

In just an instant, the pain all over his body disappeared without a trace. Even his strength seemed to have improved a bit.

"Thank you, sir!" Gao Mingyuan's voice was loud, he stood up straight, stepped forward and bowed respectfully. This feeling.

He had experienced it once before when he was planted with a dragon seal. At this moment, his heart was still shocked. Zhang Xiping of the Zhang family was completely stagnant in place.

"hiss!"

"Is this...is this good?"

"What a miraculous trick!" Zhang Xiping couldn't help but widen his eyes. He knew that Mr. Ye could definitely save Gao Mingyuan.

Unexpectedly, the treatment would be so fast! Even though he was mentally prepared, the shock on his face could not be concealed. It seemed that every time he saw Mr. Ye, the person in front of him was refreshing his knowledge.

Long Siyue was also shocked, and her mouth opened in an o shape. Although she didn't understand medicine, she could still tell that a person was half-dead.

This... less than ten seconds! The head of the Gao family, who was seriously ill and on the verge of death, seemed to have changed into a different person in an instant, and he was full of energy!

"He... is also a master of medicine." Long Siyue blinked her eyes and looked at the back in front of her, feeling a little lost for a moment.

Ye Wentian's eyes were calm. He just used the dragon seal to force Gao Mingyuan to recover. He did not break the spell.

Through perception, Ye Wentian judged that the spell came from the direction of the imperial capital. The person who did it must have guessed it.

At the same time, in the imperial capital, Yufengju, in an antique hall, an old man wearing a robe and a long beard suddenly trembled.

"puff!"

"Someone broke my spell."

"What a domineering power!" The long-bearded old man spat out a mouthful of blood, with a look of shock on his face. He stood next to him.

An old man in gray clothes suddenly stood up, a cold look flashed in his small eyes, and he quickly restrained himself.

"Master Chen, are you okay? The other party is also a master of martial arts?" The old man in gray lowered his voice and asked.

If Ye Wentian and Gao Mingyuan were present, they would naturally recognize that the old man in gray was none other than Zhang Laizi's traitorous disciple Xing Wuming, the successor of Wind Step, Gao Mingyuan's master, and he could be regarded as Ye Wentian's senior brother.

"It doesn't matter."

"The opponent is indeed a master, but compared to me, he is still one step behind in chess. Let me have a sip of tea." Master Chen reached out to pick up the tea cup and drank the fragrant tea in one gulp.

After calming down, his face returned to rosy.

"Please ask Master Chen to take action again. If this is done, Mr. Xing will be deeply grateful." Xing Wuming opened his mouth and raised his hand towards Master Chen.

This ceremony made Master Chen tremble and he stood up quickly. The man in front of him was famous in the imperial capital, and even the Lin family had to treat him with courtesy.

He, a master of foreign arts, could not afford the courtesy of the person in front of him.

"Mr. Xing's words are serious. It's easy to leave this matter to me. Mr. Xing can rest assured." Master Chen's face showed confidence.

After that, he got up, walked to the courtyard, and began to arrange it carefully. Xing Wuming squinted his eyes slightly and stood aside and watched.

The altar rises and the wind moves. Master Chen's eyes are bright, his robe moves automatically without the wind, and his whole person's momentum is shaken.

"Mr. Xing, the opponent's master, although he broke the old man's spell, the root of the spell was not eradicated. To put it simply, he just saved the man."

"I'm using this technique to curse souls. How can it be so easily broken by Shanye Xiaoxiao?"

"Curse!" shouted loudly, and waved his sleeves in front of the altar. The air in the entire courtyard shook almost at the same moment.

Far away in the sea, Gao Mingyuan, who had just stood up, trembled violently again. In the villa hall, he froze on the spot.

Big beads of sweat instantly covered his forehead.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Gao Qiqiang, who had been staying with his father, immediately noticed something was wrong and hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

In the hall, everyone was startled, and their eyes subconsciously focused on Gao Mingyuan. His body was trembling, and the veins on his neck popped out, as if something was swimming inside his body.

The uncontrollable severe pain hit his whole body again.

"ah!"

"I..." Gao Mingyuan couldn't help but cry out. This time it was really too painful. Ye Wentian stepped forward.

He patted Gao Mingyuan on the shoulder.

"Don't panic, your master will not kill you immediately. He probably just wants to force you to go to the imperial capital to see him." The spiritual power in Ye Wentian's hand was bright and integrated into the body of the person in front of him.

Gao Mingyuan suddenly felt that most of the severe pain was relieved.

"Master...master wants to harm me?" Gao Mingyuan couldn't believe it. Before that, he had even asked Ye Wentian if he could spare his master's life.

After all, when he was in Canghai, his master was pretty good to him.

"You found out that he faked his death. Do you think your master will let you stay in this world?" Ye Wentian said in a low voice.

Regarding the traitor, Zhang Laizi once mentioned it to Ye Wentian. That Xing Wuming was not a good thing!

"I have promised to meet the master." Gao Mingyuan was always a little unbelievable. Before that.

He thought it was Tu Hongdong, King of Canghai.

"I'm afraid you'll run away. There are less than three days left before the last agreed time." Ye Wentian smiled.

Xing Wuming was able to escape from Zhang Laizi, so he was naturally a scheming person. Hearing this, Gao Mingyuan smiled bitterly.

Master is like father, is there really no relationship left between master and disciple?

"Okay, I'll let you see clearly." Ye Wentian's eyes suddenly condensed, he pinched Gao Mingyuan with his left hand, and quickly made a seal with his right hand.

Slap a palm in front of you.

"Bang!"

"Buzz..." The air exploded. Due to his gaze, the air in front of Ye Wentian was like a wave, vibrating outward in circles.

In the originally transparent air, an antique courtyard was vaguely visible, and figures gradually appeared inside.

Everyone in the hall was shocked. Seeing such methods, they couldn't help but marvel!

"This is! The art of Taoism. He is not only a master of martial arts and medicine, but he also knows the art?" Long Siyue has been studying ancient books since she was a child. When she recognized it at a glance, she was shocked, and her cheeks couldn't help but tinge.

red.

I am determined in my heart and I will worship you as my teacher no matter what.

"Master...Master?" Gao Mingyuan could see clearly now that the figure in the ripples, the old man in gray standing beside the courtyard, was Xing Wuming.

Gao Mingyuan felt bitter in his heart. Is he really the master?
Chapter completed!