Yelu Bashan felt something was wrong and hurriedly turned around and wanted to take the call, but it was too late, and the black-bearded deaf kick was already hitting his ribs.

"Puff!"

With a muffled sound, Yelu Bashan was kicked to the ground and rolled a few times in succession. When he stabilized his body, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pop" sound!

Everyone was uproared!

This kick is really powerful!

The shame on the black-bearded delirium immediately disappeared, replaced by pride.

"Haha! I said I was a little bit too much, so I will let you see what real power is!"

"You, you are mean!"

Yelu Bashan tried to get up. After saying a few words, he couldn't help but let out a "wow" sound and spit out blood.

When he wanted to say something else, his mind felt dizzy and his chest was blocked with a thick bed of cotton, making people breathless.

"Ho, ho..."

Yelu Bashan made an unconscious cry. After a moment, he closed his eyes and, who had not gotten up, collapsed to the ground completely!

Still motionless.

"Ah! It's dead!"

The onlookers were upset, and all kinds of screams immediately sounded.

"No way? It's just a kick..."

"So what's wrong? They are all martial arts practitioners, this is not guaranteed."

"Call the doctor quickly and see if there is any help!"

“…”

"ah!"

The madam beside her also screamed, obviously scared by the accident, but she was someone who had seen the world and immediately sent someone to invite the doctor.

As for informing both parties' homes, she was no longer needed, and several of the guards had already run away.

In fact, she doesn’t need to hire a doctor. She will definitely bring a better doctor, but she must take an attitude.

She couldn't afford to both parties in the fight. Even though she had a big backstage, it was not enough to show off the family background of these two people.

She was already regretting that she shouldn't have done this trick of winning the courtesan today.

If she can't pass this level, her Qunfang Pavilion will probably be gone. Maybe she will have to take her life into it.

Didn't you see that the guards had already hidden the gate of Qunfang Pavilion?

She wanted to go forward to see if Yelu Bashan was really dead.

But I dare not go,

If she really dies and is on her head, even if she can speak with her mouth, she will probably not be able to do anything.

The madam was worried and didn't say anything about her. Xu Jiaojiao and Liao Qing took advantage of the chaos and quietly retreated to the periphery.

Well, Kuromu Ao is afraid that they will come later, so they will still have to avoid it.

After a while, the doctor invited by the madam arrived first.

The madam hurriedly asked him to go and see, Yelu Bashan still lying on the ground.

The doctor touched for a while and said:

"Madam, he is not dead yet."

The madam was relieved and asked again,

"Then why did he lie down and not move?"

The doctor replied, "Of course, it's not a minor injury."

Everyone stretched their necks and waited for him to see what he said, but they didn't hear the next sentence for a while, and they couldn't help rolling their eyes.

At this moment, the two teams rushed over at almost the same time.

The leader was Kuromu Ao, and the other was a middle-aged man with black beard and thick eyebrows. His eyes were not angry but powerful. Behind him was a wife with an anxious face.

After the two met, Kuroki Ao greeted him first.

"Master Yelu, I haven't seen you for many days!"

This middle-aged man was the Grand Marshal of the Heishan Kingdom and the first-class backer Yelu Hanshan.

That's right, Yelu Hanshan is also a prince who was granted the title.

Yelu Hanshan replied without expression, "I have seen Your Highness the Eighth Highness."

However, he did not have any gesture of ceremonies.

First, he rode his horse to the gate of Qunfang Pavilion, jumped off the horse, kicked the squatting doctor away, and said in a deep voice:

"Sir, please take a look."

An old doctor behind him came forward as he said and looked carefully.

The lady rushed to the front and looked at the person lying on the ground and couldn't help but start to sob.

Behind the Heimu Ao sent people to drive the onlookers far away and asked Hei Xuedan about the details of the matter.

After a while, the old doctor raised his head.

"Marson, the third young master was seriously injured! The trauma is nothing, mainly internal injuries, two broken ribs, blood stasis in the chest cavity, deep wounds in the lungs, and even possible damage to the nerves."

The lady immediately whimpered.

Yelu Hanshan frowned:

"Didn't you say that there was only one kick? Why was the injury so severe?"

There is another sentence he didn't say,

What kind of guy is Black Bearded Delivery? Is his kung fu so high?

But this is completely to exonerate the other party, so naturally I can't say it.

The old doctor said:

"One of them has a full-strength striking, and the other has no defense. It is not surprising that they are seriously injured. As for the nerves, well, that weirdo that opponent is too fierce."

In fact, most of this is a matter of luck, but the old doctor cannot say that.

Yelu Hanshan:

"So, in the opinion of Mr., can the dog be cured? When will it be cured?"

The old doctor pondered for a while and said slowly:

"It's hard to say for the time being. If the marshal insists on knowing an answer, the time will probably not be short. It's not good for a year or two, and it's extremely difficult to recover from nerve damage. It depends on the fortune of the third young master."

Yelu Hanshan clasped his fists and bowed:

"Sir, please do your best and be sure to cure him. I will thank you very much!"

The old doctor nodded, "I should do my best."

After making arrangements here, Yelu Hanshan made great strides towards Hei Muaao.

"Your Highness, how do you view this matter?"

Kuroki Ao said:

"Master Marshal, don't worry, the medicine fee for Bashan is packed with me, no matter how much!"

Yelu Hanshan narrowed his eyes:

"Do you think I'm here to ask you for the cost of medicine?"

Kuromu Ao: "Shaking the mountain, I know you are not feeling well, but this matter is caused by the jealousy of two younger generations. It is not a question of who is right or wrong. If you are unhappy, I can make Hei Xuedian apologize to you! What do you think?"

Yelu Hanshan:

"I don't think so!"

Kuroki Ao: "What do you want?"

Yelu Hanshan: "You have heard what the doctor said just now. My son must be lying in bed for at least half a year. Does Your Highness just say this?"

Kuroki Ao: "What do you mean, can you beat my son to bedridden?"

The lady over there rushed over and said angrily:

"Kikimu Ao! Your good son who disciplines you! Not only do you come to such a place of indifference, but you also bully others with your power! I want to complain to Your Majesty, sue you for committing a murder in the street, and take the pest regardless of the friendship between aristocratic families!"

Xu Jiaojiao in the distance was a little surprised to hear it.

This lady is a little fierce?

Dare to speak to a prince like this.

But thinking about the style of Montenegro, it doesn't seem to be anything.

This country is not as respected as Confucianism and Taoism as their Daxiang Kingdom. What they value most is fist. This is easier to understand.
Chapter completed!