Song Yuanxiu, who was on the side, saw Wang Fan's eyes shining, and couldn't help but say: "There is indeed a thousand-year-old medicine in the Medical Sacred Valley, but what do you want to do?"

Wang Fan smiled: "Of course I want to take it!"

The corners of Song Yuanxiu's mouth trembled: "Little brother Wang Fan, quickly put away this kind of thought, the people of the Sacred Valley are all treasures for thousands of years, how can they be easily given to people?"

"I'll let them give it willingly!"

But after Wang Fan finished speaking, his eyes turned and fell on the young man of the Healing Sacred Valley, and said with a smile: "Your Healing Sacred Valley is very powerful?"

"It's not a boast, my medical skills in the Sacred Valley are said to be the first, but no one dares to say that they are second, and the third is still 108,000 miles behind us!" said the young man of the Sacred Valley.

Wang Fan pouted: "Who wouldn't brag, how do I think that your doctors in Shenggu are quacks!"

"Quineer, do you dare to say that my doctor Shenggu is a quack?"

The young man in the Sacred Valley of Medicine was immediately furious.

But the middle-aged man from the Sacred Valley on the side smiled slightly, and said to the young man beside him, "Ling You, why are you still so impulsive?"

The young man's original name was Ling You, and as soon as he heard the middle-aged man's words, he immediately bowed to him, and said with a look of shame: "Thank you Uncle Du Zhong for reminding me, Ling You is only angry because of this kid's disrespectful words!"

Du Zhong shook his head lightly: "If others are disrespectful, let him go, how can he wipe out the inheritance of my medical holy valley for thousands of years?"

Ling You nodded again and again: "Uncle Du Zhong is right, my thousand-year-old inheritance is not something that the flat-headed boy can understand, arguing with him is just self-defilement, I won't argue with him anymore!"

Du Zhong smiled with satisfaction.

But at this moment, Wang Fan's voice came from the side: "It is indeed good to inherit for thousands of years, but your inheritance has been broken, and the medical judgment of many injuries and illnesses is not accurate, in short, you have a problem!"

"Hehe, if you say yes, then there is!" Ling You looked arrogant, looking too lazy to entangle.

Du Zhong looked at Wang Fan as if he was looking at a joke.

Song Yuanxiu was afraid that Wang Fan would be angry, so he hurriedly whispered: "Little brother Wang Fan, don't argue with them. ”

Wang Fan waved his hand, patted Song Yuanxiu's shoulder, and said with a smile: "I'm not wrong, their medical saint valley is self-contained to the point of hopelessness, don't say anything else, just say that Lingyou, looking at him, obviously he is sick, why is he still treating others?"

"What did you say?" Ling You's eyes widened.

"That's right, you're sick!" Wang Fan nodded, and looked at Du Zhong on the side: "What are you laughing at, you are also sick!"

"You're sick!" Ling You's forehead jumped.

At this moment, even a person like Du Zhong, who is very good at qi cultivation and kung fu, couldn't help it: "Little friend, you don't know how powerful I am at the Holy Valley, I can treat you as ignorant, but it's not right for you to scold people!"

"Scolding, where am I scolding? I'm pointing out that you're sick!" Wang Fan pouted.

Ling You gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Then you can tell me what is wrong with me?" If you can't say it, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Du Zhong smiled coldly: "Ling You, we are a doctor, not a reckless man, if he can't say it, we will take him back to the Sacred Valley of Medicine, it just so happens that I have a few medicine people there, seeing that he is young and strong, it must be good!"

Ling You immediately responded: "Yes, you say it quickly, if you can't say it, I will pull you back to be a medicine man, hehe, the medicine people in my medicine Sacred Valley eat all century-old medicines, and the treatment is very good!"

Wang Fan couldn't help but pout, stepped forward, and walked around the mausoleum a few times.

"Do you see anything?" Ling You sneered.

"I can see it!" Wang Fan's expression was a little solemn: "It's really your luck to meet me today, your illness is really serious!"

"You are talking nonsense, I can't be sick!" Ling You was stunned, he came from the Sacred Valley of Medicine, and his body was naturally healthy and disease-free, and he still had this confidence.

Wang Fan laughed: "Your disease is relatively deep, but as long as I use massage to help you stimulate it, the symptoms will naturally appear!"

"Ridiculous!" Du Zhong on the side spoke: "My nephew is obviously not sick, you are obviously talking nonsense!"

Wang Fan shrugged: "You just say let it be pressed!"

Ling You was full of confidence: "Okay, then you can press and try, I want to see what kind of illness I have!"

Wang Fan immediately patted Ling You's shoulder.

At the same time, he also directly converted all his remaining 120 points of spiritual energy into evil qi and poured it into Ling You's body.

Then he stood still.

Ling You waited for a while, and found that there was no follow-up, so he sneered: "This is your massage method? It's even worse than You Fang Langzhong, and what about my illness? Where am I sick!"

"What's the hurry?"

Wang Fan smiled slightly, he doesn't have much aura, so he doesn't infuse much evil qi, plus this Lingyou itself has more than 3,000 points of aura, and he is a second-level master of iron, so the symptoms will appear a little slowly.

But Ling You couldn't help but say: "It's ridiculous, I'm clearly not sick, boy, it's hard for you to ride a tiger now!"

Wang Fan's eyes widened: "When did I ride you! Besides, you are not a tiger!"

Du Zhong couldn't help but said: "Boy, I see that you have nothing to say, now be my medicine man, don't force me to make a move, although my doctor Shenggu is not good at fighting and killing, it is not easy to mess with!"

Song Yuanxiu on the side saw that the situation was a little uncontrollable, and hurriedly stood up and said: "Two seniors, Wang Fan is young and vigorous, and he speaks and acts a little frivolously, don't worry about the two of you, he has offended a lot, I am not worthy of one here!"

"What qualifications do you have to stop us? You are a little third-level ancient martial artist, you can still be lawless in this river, in the eyes of my medical saint valley, you are just an ant!" Ling You sneered.

Indeed, although Ling You and Du Zhong only have two second-level masters here, the reputation of the Medical Sacred Valley is outside, and the strength cannot be underestimated, and Song Yuanxiu, a third-level martial artist, is really nothing.

Song Yuanxiu's face suddenly froze, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Wang Fan raised his eyebrows: "I said it, don't worry about it!"

Ling You stepped forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed Wang Fan: "I don't think there's any need to wait, come with me!"

But at this moment, Lingyou, who had just been fine, suddenly felt dizzy, stumbled and almost fell to the ground!

"What's wrong with me"

Ling You was shocked, and he hadn't come back to his senses yet.

But when he looked closely, at this moment, beads of sweat the size of beans had appeared on his head, and his face had become pale at this moment, and he knew that he was sick at a glance!

"Ling You!" Du Zhong was stunned, hurriedly stepped forward, and grabbed Ling You's wrist.

With such a simple grasp, Du Zhong felt that Ling You was really sick: "You... How did you get a cold?"

"Wind chill?" Ling You's eyes were full of incredulity, a second-level master was infected with wind chill?

Song Yuanxiu, who was on the side, couldn't help but murmur: "Sick, Lingyou is really sick!"

"I'm not sick!" Ling You shouted, but after finishing speaking, he felt weak for a while, and he couldn't stand steadily, so he hurriedly sat down on the chair next to him, for fear that he would fall.

And Wang Fan stepped forward with a smile: "I said you were sick, you didn't believe it, and now you believe it?"

"I..." Ling You couldn't say a word for a long time, others said that the illness came like a mountain, and he was simply sick like a mountain.

"Do you still want me to be a medicine man?"

Wang Fan smiled slightly and looked at Du Zhong on the side.

Du Zhong's face changed rapidly: "It's not over yet, you said that I am also sick, where is my illness now!"

Wang Fan grinned and said: "Your illness, it's not so simple, if you want me to help you get rid of the disease, you have to pay a little price!"

"What do you mean?"

Du Zhong frowned.

Wang Fan pursed his lips that were a little dry, and then said slowly: "Of course, there is a charge for curing diseases and saving people, and I don't charge more, a thousand-year-old medicine, I will help you stimulate the disease, and by the way, I will cure you and your Lingyou's illness together!"

"Impossible!" Du Zhong screamed: "Impossible, how precious the thousand-year-old medicine is, how can it be said that it will be given to you!"

Wang Fan shrugged his shoulders: "Love or not, anyway, if you don't treat this disease, you won't live for three days!"