Open A Clinic To Cultivate Myself Chapter 105 Beat Balls Like Crazy

At the end of the trail, the words "Big Bowl Village" were blurred on a broken stone tablet. It had been impossible to verify whether there was really a group of Ming Dynasty soldiers becoming bandits here and drinking wine and eating meat in big bowls hundreds of years ago, because there were no historical records, nor did it survive among folk artists.

"This is the Big Bowl Village," Ning Tao said.

Qing Zhui put out her tongue, made it tremble a few times, and said with a serious face, "There is demon smell here."

"That means he's here. Come on, let's meet him." Ning Tao walked past the stone table toward the village.

"Do you want to kill him?" Qing Zhui asked as she followed Ning Tao.

Ning Tao leaned into her ear and answered, "It depends."

Qing Zhui nodded.

Ning Tao walked toward the center of the village with his small medicine chest. The last time he came, it was at night, and he could not see this village very well. Now it was daylight, so the village clearly came into sight. Almost all the walls were cracked, and the tiles had been fallen off the roof, weeds growing as high as the roof in the yard. In short, it was a scene of decay.

"Many years ago, that group of heroes drank wine and ate meat in big bowls and sang with women in their arms. The children played and laughed here. It was like yesterday. When I close my eyes, I can still see the familiar faces and hear them sing." A low, husky voice rose. A man in a black robe and hood came out of a roofless stone house.

Like last time, Yin Molan was holding a Haagen-Dazs.

There was no electricity nor ice cream shop, so Ning Tao was really curious about where his ice creams came from.

Ning Tao and Qing Zhui stopped in the clearing opposite the stone house.

In the clearing there was a pit the size of a human head, with cracks that spread like cobwebs across the surrounding stone floor. That was where Yin Molan had hit.

Seeing this pit, Ning Tao knew the reason why the blood lock corresponding to this village in the clinic disappeared. It now appeared that if he had delayed taking Lin Qinghua by a second, Yin Molan would have followed him into the Sky Clinic.

Qing Zhui's nails grew long and gleamed green.

At the moment, Yin Molan's eyes fall on Qing Zhui, and his face darkened at once. "You've brought a snake demon. Are you here to kill me or for business?"

"Hiss!" Qing Zhui's eyes suddenly turned fully green and blazed with menace because Yin Molan's tone to Ning Tao was unacceptable to her.

The dust rose under Yin Molan's feet as he stepped out of the stone house. He seemed to step into the bean curd, embedded in the ground, left a hole up to the instep in the hard stone floor!

He was an imperial guard of ranking five in the Ming Dynasty, and powerful hundreds of years ago. Later he became a demon and practiced for hundreds of years. Therefore, his martial art was more powerful than ordinary people could imagine!

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Qing Zhui, put your nails away," Ning Tao ordered.

Qing Zhui obediently put her sharp nails back, but remained alert.

Yin Molan took another step forward. This step left no footprint on the ground, which seemed to be a response for Qing Zhui withdrawing her nail.

"Let's cut the c.r.a.p," said Ning Tao. "You threatened me a week ago, and I feel uncomfortable about that. It will affect our subsequent negotiations. Why don't we have a fight before talking about it?"

Yin Molan paused a little, then looked at Qing Zhui again. He was frightened by her nails and poison, but he didn't think much of Ning Tao. Ning Tao was just a cultivating doctor, who went into the way of cultivation from medicine, while he went into the way from martial arts. If they did fight, he was confident he could knock Ning Tao to the ground with one fist. But if Qing Zhui helped Ning Tao, the result was beyond his control.

Ning Tao read Yin Molan's mind and smiled calmly, "Don't worry. It's just me and you, Qing Zhui won't do it."

"Brother Ning..." Qing Zhui murmured, a little apprehensive.

Ning Tao patted her on the shoulder and comforted her, "Don't worry. What did I tell you on the way? I'll be all right. You stay out of it."

Qing Zhui nodded. On the way here, she had already asked Ning Tao why he had deliberately accepted the beating, and Ning Tao told her that he had learned the Powerful Tolerance to Beating and the Cat Claw Punch. However, the fact that he had been beaten by ordinary people, and now he was facing a demon of martial artist, worried her a little.

"Ha ha ha!" Yin Molan burst out laughing. "You are really a c.o.c.ky guy. You bring a snake demon to my place, and you dare to challenge me alone. Well, I'll show you what I can do. I will beat you into submission, and then obediently refine elixirs for me!"

"Let's fight first. And put down your ice cream. It would be a pity if it dropped when we fight," Ning Tao said matter-of-factly.

Fthud!

No sooner had Ning Tao finished his sentence than Yin Molan threw the ice cream on the ground in front of him.

It was Yin Molan's style to throw ice cream when he was not happy. This was the second time he had thrown ice cream, giving the impression that he was holding the ice cream not to eat, but to throw.

Ning Tao shrugged. "What a baby!"

Yin Molan's foot jerked and he jumped off the ground, leaping several meters. Then he twisted his waist, turned and kicked Ning Tao in the chest.

The process seemed complicated, but it ended in less than a second.

Ning Tao had time and s.p.a.ce to duck, but he stood still, watching as Yin Molan jumped at him, then turned and kicked him.

Bam!

Yin Molan kicked Ning Tao in the chest with his right foot, causing him to fly like a kite with a broken string and hit a stone wall.

Smash!

When the stone wall collapsed, Ning Tao fell to the ground, and the rising dust drowned him in the blink of an eye.

"Bah!" Yin Molan spat on the ground. "How dare you challenge me when you are so weak? Have a little self-knowledge!"

Qing Zhui ran hurriedly to the collapsed stone wall, but before she approached, suddenly a figure stood up in the thick dust. She stopped immediately and looked at the figure in surprise.

Ning Tao stepped out of the dust, brushed it off, and said, "Yin Molan, you're just so so. Come again!"

Yin Molan roared, jumped up, and spread his arms, like the eagle trying to catching the rabbit!

Ning Tao was still smacking the dust off him.

The next second, Yin Molan grabbed Ning Tao's shoulders with both hands and kicked Ning Tao in the chest.

At that moment, Ning Tao's spiritual power airbag appeared point-to-point, and solved 60 percent of the blow, transferred 30 percent of it, leaving only 10 percent of it to affect him. And that 10 percent of the force was against his muscles and bones, as well as special spiritual power!

There was hurt, but Ning Tao could take it casually!

Boom!

Behind Ning Tao, a pile of broken stone blocks shot out in all directions like shrapnel, and cracks appeared on the hard stone floor. These were all Yin Molan's attacks that Ning Tao transferred to the ground with his spiritual power airbag.

"Go to h.e.l.l!" Yin Molan became angry from embarra.s.sment and released his eagle claw-like hands which were grabbing Ning Tao's shoulders, and he kicked Ning Tao in the chest again.

Almost at the same moment, Ning Tao swung his right fist between Yin Molan's legs and landed four quick punches!

They both left the ground and flew backwards.

Ning Tao flew more than 10 meters before falling to the ground.

Yin Molan landed a few meters away. He didn't fall to the ground, but as his feet touched the ground, he bent over, covering his crotch with one hand, his mouth slightly open, his brow furrowed.

Testicular pain was always something that a man could not bear. Even a fighting demon was no exception to such a thing.

Ning Tao got up from the ground. The Cat Craw Punch was not very powerful, but it was quick. If those four punches had hit Yin Molan in the chest or lower abdomen, it wouldn't have affected him. But when he hit Yin Molan in the t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es, the results were different.

Ning Tao slowly raised his right hand, gently clenched it, extended his index finger, and made a hook. "Come again."

"Go to h.e.l.l!" Yin Molan roared and took two steps forward, moving seven or eight meters in an instant. Then he jumped up and hit Ning Tao like a cannon ball. Just at the moment when he attacked Ning Tao, his left and right fists were pushed out, and with the sound of tearing the void, they hit Ning Tao's chest.

At the same time, Ning Tao launched four more punches.

Bam!

Ning Tao was off the ground again.

Yin Molan covered his left eye.

Bang!

Ning Tao crashed to the ground, and then stood up again.

Yin Molan took his hand away from his left eye, which was black-rimmed. When he punched Ning Tao twice, Ning Tao punched him four times, all to his left eye.

Ning Tao was hurt a little, though, and a little blood spouted from the corner of his mouth. But he didn't even erase the blood, because his special spiritual power healed minor internal wounds quickly. He raised his right hand and hooked his forefinger. "Don't you despise doctors? Come again."

"Ahh!" Yin Molan jumped at him again.

The two fight in one place.

In a close combat attack, Yin Molan, who became a pract.i.tioner from a martial art, was so proficient in all kinds of martial arts that Ning Tao could not fight back, but it was what Ning Tao wanted. Yin Molan's attacking him like crazy was actually helping him to practice the Powerful Tolerance to Beating. Yin Molan's punches were more effective than the dozens of punches from the demolition workers. The harder Yin Molan attacked him, the smoother and stronger his spiritual power airbag became—Only by countless forging could a piece of iron become steel!

Ning Tao didn't get punched all the time, though. He punched Yin Molan every chance he got, especially hitting his eyes and crotch. The Cat Claw Punch was not powerful, but they could be very effective when attacking the core.

A few minutes later.

Yin Molan suddenly jumped backward and landed a few meters away. By this time he had lost his dignity—his eyes were black-rimmed, and his legs were clenched. In his case, he probably couldn't remember how many times Ning Tao had punched him in the eye and crotch. If the fight went on like this, his eyes would probably not go blind, but no one knew if his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es would shatter.

Ning Tao, with his mouth full of blood and his clothes battered to bits, looked badly beaten, but he was clearly more energetic than Yin Molan.

Ning Tao said dryly, "Yin Molan, do you still want to look down on me? If you want to keep fighting, I'll be with you."

Yin Molan reached out his hand and made a wave. A sheathed Brotherhood of Blade flew out of the stone house behind him. From this fight, he already knew Ning Tao's weakness. Blunt stroke could not do substantial damage to Ning Tao, but Ning Tao could not defend sharp weapons.

"Hiss!" Qing Zhui suddenly showed her nails again, with a vicious look in her eyes, and she leaned forward, looking desperate to fight Yin Molan.

Ning Tao reached into his rotted trouser pocket, pulled out a small deerskin condom, and then pulled out a blue Sacred Needle. "Yin Molan, if you pull out your blade, then we're really enemies. Apart from whether you can beat Qing Zhui, I will tell you that if you are struck by my Sacred Needle to Nasty Diseases, you shall die here today!" he said, his voice turning cold.