Before Silong could resist, Lao Hu's cold barrel was already on his neck. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Boy, I know that you are an expert in practicing qigong, although you hid it well before, but today, I advise you, don't play tricks." Lao Hu's words are full of danger signals.

Silong had no doubt that the guy with the nerve knife behind him would pull the trigger in his hand.

A drop of cold sweat flowed down Silong's brain, and the super high IQ began to help Silong find a way to cope, survival, is a human instinct, especially at the limit of life and death, which can stimulate a person's potential.

Qigong? Cure? What does this guy mean, does he want to let himself use qigong to treat this old man? But the problem is that Silong doesn't know any qigong at all.

At this time, the figure of Wang Lin, a generation of "qigong master", appeared in Silong's mind, and Silong secretly said in his heart: "It seems that the time to fight for acting skills has come." ”

It is true that Silong does not know any qigong, but he still has some experience in "curing diseases".

The old man spoke at this time: "Old Hu, don't lose your temper at every turn, put your guy away." ”

Don't look at Lao Hu's big grin when he speaks, but he also respects the old man's words. Silong felt the back of his neck loosen, and the barrel had been retracted.

"Silong kid, you can start." The old man looked at Silong and said calmly.

Compared with the sharpness of the other three people on the field, this old man obviously knows more about how to behave in the world.

Silong nodded, he walked behind the old man, gently pressed his hands against the old man's back, and then closed his eyes pretendedly.

"Fortunately, I watched a lot of martial arts movies or something, otherwise it would be really difficult to do."

Although Silong's behavior looks a little weird, it is much more reliable than the previous sentence "stick your tongue out".

For a while, the picture in the hall seemed to be frozen, the old man looked calm, peaceful, and the three guys of Lao Hu stared at Silong, while Silong closed his eyes and put his hands on the old man's back, fake "healing".

Just talk about not practicing fake tricks, just practice not talking about stupid tricks.

Silong is not a fake, according to Silong's plan, his mood slowly calmed down, concentrated, and began to collect the magic elements in the hall, he wanted to use the collected magic elements to treat the old man in front of him.

Although Silong didn't know what disease the old man in front of him had, no matter how serious it was, it shouldn't be as serious as Silong, right?

The light in the hall began to dim slowly, and Lao Hu and the "second general" beside the old man glanced at each other, and the expression on their faces slowly relaxed.

The light magic elements were slowly gathered by Si Long, but it was a little tricky to control them into the old man's body, because Si Long's control ability was still very weak, and he could not control these magic elements freely.

Si Long's brows furrowed, fine sweat appeared on his forehead, and the huge mental consumption made Si Long's body tremble from time to time.

Si Long gathered all the spiritual power, and then controlled them very hard, trying to send these light magic elements into the old man's body, but those light magic elements were extremely stubborn, they didn't want to be controlled by Si Long, and they were sitting in the last struggle.

"It's not going to work, it's out of control."

Si Long changed his plan, he released most of the magic elements he had gathered, keeping only a small part of the magic elements, and then concentrated on controlling the remaining magic elements.

Because there are fewer magical elements retained, it is easier to control.

The only remaining magical element, under Silong's control, finally slowly entered the old man's body. However, Si Long could clearly feel that only twenty percent of the magic elements that entered the old man's body were used.

After careful calculation, with the same amount of energy, Si Long used magic elements to heal others, which was tightly one-fiftieth of the effect of healing himself, but this was already Si Long's greatest effort.

After doing this, a powerful feeling of exhaustion hit him, and Silong stumbled under his feet and almost fell to the ground.

Lao Hu didn't know when he appeared behind him, and a big hand tightly wrapped around Silong's arm, so that Silong could stand firmly.

"Poof! In front of him, the old man spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Boy, what did you do to the old man?!" Lao Hu grabbed Silong's collar, and with all his strength, Silong's whole person was suspended in the air, and carrying him was like carrying a little chicken.

Silong is extremely weak now, let alone resisting, he can't even speak.

"Old Hu, don't be impulsive." The old man turned around, there was blood on the corner of his mouth, but the complexion on his face was much more ruddy.

"Old man, you ......"

The old man said: "Why don't you hurry up and put down Silong Xiaoyou!" ”

"Old man, are you really okay?" The second general on the side also spoke.

The old man waved his hand: "You don't have to be nervous, the blood just now spit out, my chest is more comfortable." ”

"So, some of your illnesses have been cured?" Old Hu Yixi threw away the Silong in his hand and came to the old man.

The old man nodded: "It feels much better." ”

"Hahaha, don't die, that's good, that's good!" Although Lao Hu's words are very rough, they are not rough.

The tired Silong held on and said, "Now, can I go?" "The crumbling body may fall down at any time.

How could the old man not see Silong's exhaustion, he came to Silong, personally supported Silong's crumbling body, and said, "You are so weak now, how can you go?" Then he turned his head to Lao Hu on the side and said, "Lao Hu, you go and arrange it." ”

"Haha, old man, I'll do something, don't worry."

Silong really couldn't hold on, he was lightheaded, he fell asleep deeply, this time, his mental consumption was great, he was really tired......

In his sleep, Silong began to have those strange dreams again.

"I, a member of the great Kemal family, have a noble bloodline, a noble magician in the glorious Altes Magic Continent."

"I, Sloane, work at the Rhine School of Magic, the highest school in Altes."

"I'm forty-five, just a trainee magician, and I haven't made a breakthrough in twenty years."

"Why! You are the god of magic, why did you do this to me?! ”

……

In the dream, Silong felt the same way, as if he was the magician named Sloane, and he could really feel the anger of the other party that had been suppressed for decades.

Silong? Sloane? Who am I? Am I still me?