Infinite Gate: I Became a Martial Saint from Another World

"Master, you don't understand. This is my dream!"

Tong Yibao retorted.

"Dream? How much is a dream worth?!"

"Go to bed soon, we have to continue our journey tomorrow!"

Fu Menying said as he spread out the bedding.

"Humph!"

Although Tong Yibao was a little unwilling, he still went into the shed, opened the quilt and went to sleep.

Looking at Tong Yibao who seemed to be somewhat shocked, recalling what he just said, Fumon Ying sighed inwardly:

"Alas, Yibao, the martial arts world is not so glamorous. For their own selfish desires, there are people who are willing to slaughter their own clan and kill their master..."

As if he had thought of something, a hint of pain flashed across Fu Menying's eyes.

The night is getting darker.

Suddenly, Fumen Ying seemed to sense something. He immediately stood up and found that there was no one where Tong Yibao was.

"What's going on, where's Ippo?"

Fu Menying began to feel uneasy. It seemed that someone had found them!

And the person coming is definitely not weaker than him!

As a fourth-level strong man in the Internal Organ Realm, Fu Menying knew that since the other party was able to hide from his perception and take his apprentice away quietly, his strength must be at least as strong as his!

"Could it be the same guy from before?"

At this moment, Fu Menying thought of the Viscera Realm warrior whom he had rescued a few days ago.

While he was performing his medical skills, he seemed to notice something.

Sure enough, now it seems that my feeling is correct, that person must be connected with the Seven Injury Medical Sect!

"Alas, Junior Brother, decades have passed, and you still can't let it go?"

"Maybe my decision to keep you was really wrong!"

Fu Menying turned around and looked to the left behind him.

"Brother Ying, you are still so sharp!"

"It's a pity that the injuries Master left you with have prevented you from making any progress in all these years!"

"Otherwise, my Seven Wounds Medical Sect would probably have a strong man at the fifth level of the Internal Organ Realm..."

"But who would have thought that you would hide in such a small, remote town?"

Zuo Fang said with a smile.

"Junior brother, I don't like to be polite. I just want to ask once, where is my disciple?!"

With a hint of anger, Fu Menying asked to the left.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Ying. I'll send someone to take good care of your precious disciple. Nothing will happen."

"After all, he is my nephew, right?"

Zuo Fang's words temporarily calmed Fu Menying down, and then Fu Menying asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"That scroll, I just need to get it, that's all!"

Zuo Fang said.

"Hahahahaha!"

Upon hearing Zuo Fang's purpose, Fu Menying burst into laughter, with tears in his eyes.

"why are you laughing?"

Zuo Fang asked.

"Scroll. It's that scroll again!!"

Fu Menying had a crazy look on his face, as if he hated the scroll mentioned on the left very much.

"You know what? This scroll ruined my master and ruined me!"

"And if you get it, it will destroy you!!!"

Fu Menying's eyes were red, and she stared to the left, which made him look a little unhappy.

"I don't care about that, just give it to me."

"Since you hate it so much, wouldn't it be nice to give it to me?"

Zuo Fang said.

"Huh, it's been so many years, how could it still be on me?"

"I threw it away somewhere a long time ago!"

"Maybe it was picked up by passing bandits!"

The shocking news about Fu Men's English caught Zuo Fang completely by surprise.