Peerless Immortal Son-in-law

As he said this, the old Divine Staff took out a golden scripture. There were three big words written on it: Diamond Sutra.    

    

"I want one!"    

    

"Give me one too!"    

    

Seeing the Diamond Sutra in the hands of the old god stick, the surrounding people all rushed to buy it.    

    

Seeing that scene, Ding Yi couldn't help but shake his head. However, he did not say it out loud. Instead, he turned around and prepared to leave.    

    

However, at this time, a group of people suddenly rushed out from not too far away.    

    

"That fellow is there. Catch him!"    

    

"Don't let him get away!"    

    

The group of people rushed over, and before the old deity could react, they were pressed down on the table.    

    

"What do you want?! Let me go! " The old man's face changed drastically and his voice became sharp.    

    

The spectators were all confused, unable to figure out what had just happened. However, there were also people who were angry as they berated, "What are you doing? Let go of this master!"    

    

"Humph!" Master? Is he even worthy of being called Master?! " Just then, a middle-aged man walked over, grabbed hold of the old god rod's hair and coldly asked, "What exactly did you give my daughter to eat?! She first vomited up, and now she's unconscious! "    

    

"What does your daughter being unconscious have to do with me!" The old man's heart trembled as he let out a blood-curdling scream.    

    

Hearing the old man's words, the middle-aged man snorted. He grabbed the old man's head and shouted, "Men, bring him back!"    

    

"Yes sir!" Immediately, one of his subordinates acknowledged and lifted the old Divine Staff up from the ground.    

    

Everyone carried the old fart and walked down the street. Seeing this, the others did not dare to say anything. Only the old fart was still wailing in grief, loudly shouting that he was innocent.    

    

"Let's go and take a look as well!"    

    

"If they dare to blame a good person, immediately call the police!"    

    

The people who had been silent for a while now had a common hatred written all over their faces as they followed behind.    

    

Ding Yi and Han Feirong had a weird expression on their faces. Since they had nothing to do, they mixed into the crowd and walked forward, ready to watch the show.    

    

"This old fart's retribution has arrived." Ding Yi couldn't help but laugh as he whispered.    

    

Hearing Ding Yi's words, Han Feirong rolled her eyes at him and smiled, "Let's go and take a look. The things they sell are useless, but they probably won't sell anything poisonous."    

    

Han Feirong understood this type of person very well. Just like some unscrupulous health care product marketers on the market, the things they sell are all useless. However, they are also very careful and won't let the things they sell die.    

    

Soon, the group holding the old fart stopped in front of a dojo.    

    

This dojo should be newly opened and decorated. At this moment, there were quite a few men and women lining up inside. When they saw the middle-aged man return with the old man and the old man, they immediately ran over.    

    

"Master, you're back!" A young man with an extraordinary appearance walked over first. He clasped his fists towards the middle-aged man, then looked towards the old man with a stern expression. He gnashed his teeth and said, "Is that the pill that you, an old man, sold to my sister?!"    

    

"Just what did you give her to eat? Hurry up and get back from the truth. Otherwise, I'll kill you!" The young man's face became gloomy the moment he saw the old man.    

    

"Zhan, bring Little Ni out first." The middle-aged man's face also darkened. He glared at the old man before speaking softly.    

    

The young man called Zhan'er didn't dare to hesitate and quickly waved his hand. Immediately, two people carried a stretcher and walked out from the crowd. On the stretcher lay a young woman.    

    

Chen Zhao was the first disciple to enter the Martial Essence Hall. He had long since become a disciple of his master. To him, the middle-aged man was more like a father than a teacher.    

    

Chen Zhao was originally the only disciple in the Hall. If it weren't for the recent upheavals in the heaven and earth, which set off a martial arts frenzy, the Hall wouldn't have had a chance to shine again.    

    

"Little Ni!" Seeing the pale face of the young woman on the stretcher, the middle-aged man, Chen Wu, revealed a hint of worry. He looked at the old man and shouted, "Old man, let me ask you, what happened to Little Ni?"    

    

"This, this has nothing to do with me!" When the old man saw this, his face paled and he quickly explained, "I did sell her a bottle of pills, but those pills were made from starch. They're no different from steamed buns."    

    

"What?!" This old fellow is a swindler?! " The faces of the people who had just spent five hundred yuan to buy the scripture lost all color.    

    

No one would have thought that such a godly guy would actually be a swindler or a swindler!    

    

"Then tell me, why did my daughter become like this after she consumed your pill?" Chen Wu clenched his fist tightly, pointed at the old god stick and roared.    

    

"This …" The old man didn't know what to do, so he started to stammer.    

    

"There's still time to find out if he did it or not. He's already unconscious, so why not send him to the hospital?" Looking at the pale-faced woman on the stretcher with her eyes closed, Han Feirong couldn't help but ask.    

    

Shouldn't the girl be treated now? These people actually had the mood to debate here whether it was the work of that old fogey or not?    

    

Hearing Han Feirong's words, everyone's gaze turned over at once. Chen Wu's face darkened and he coldly snorted: "Hospital? If the hospital can cure my daughter's illness, why would I waste so much effort? I have to wait here for this guy! "    

    

"Little Ni has been in a coma for three days. She hasn't entered yet and the hospital can't see anything wrong with her either!" Saying that, Chen Wu's face revealed a look of lament.    

    

"Ding Yi, why don't you help her take a look?" Han Feirong gritted her teeth but didn't say anything. She looked at Ding Yi beside her and whispered.    

    

In fact, Ding Yi had been observing the woman on the stretcher for a long time before Han Feirong even said anything. However, this time, he was familiar with her.    

    

"Didn't you recognize her?" Thinking about this, Ding Yi touched Han Feirong's arm.    

    

Han Feirong was startled, then glanced at the woman on the stretcher once more. Her brows slightly furrowed, and after thinking for a moment, she finally said unconfidently: "It's, it's that woman from Northern Realm?"    

    

"Yes." Ding Yi nodded with a grave expression on his face. He looked at Chen Wu and asked, "You said that she is your daughter?"    

    

If Chen Wu was her father, then where did that old man go? Ding Yi suddenly had a bad idea.    

    

"Hmm?" Hearing Ding Yi's words, Chen Wu was slightly stunned, then his face darkened as he shouted, "What do you mean by that?"    

    

"This lady must have come from the Northern Realm?" Ding Yi didn't answer him, instead, he asked again.