I have to say that Zhang He's real yàn this time was a success, and without anyone's help, Zhang He completed the treatment alone.

Seeing that his father had completely recovered his wrist meridians, He Qu and the others couldn't help but bow deeply to Zhang He again, but this was not respect, but from the bottom of their hearts, and Zhang He didn't say anything about it.

Although this treatment was much simpler, but after completing the treatment alone, at the moment when he stopped administering the needle, Zhang He's hands were still uncontrollable and trembled violently, this time He Qu finally looked long, and without waiting for Zhuge to act, he quickly sent the true yuan to Zhang He, and did his best to assist Zhang He's recovery.

After a few more years, Zhang He finally figured out the rules, and if he completed it independently, he could only help He Bawang recover the meridians within three inches at most every time, even if it was more than half an inch, he had to rely on external aid, but fortunately, in this small secret room, the seven great infant masters had been concentrated, and a large number of true yuan could be transported to help him complete the next treatment.

Zhenyuan is not a problem, but Zhang He soon discovers another problem with Yan zhòng, that is, the fatigue of his hands.

Performing the spring silkworm weaving technique requires that your hands are kept in an extremely good state at all times, and you must not be too tired, otherwise you will fail because the speed of your hands cannot keep up.

As the experiment deepened, Zhang He soon discovered a strict problem, that is, although the true yuan was enough to support his own casual profligacy, the problem was that as time went by, Zhang He suddenly discovered that the recovery speed of the divine consciousness actually began to slow down slowly, that is to say, after the consumption of the divine consciousness reached a limit, it was no longer the true yuan, and the divine consciousness was also restored.

There are so many problems with Nima. Zhang He couldn't help but think a little helplessly, but he also had to temporarily stop the treatment, and go all out to recover the divine consciousness that had been consumed to the limit.

This time, Zhang He rested for more than half an hour before he completely recovered his consciousness, and the treatment began again.

Soon, Zhang He's divine consciousness was consumed to the extreme, and Zhang He had to stop again and once again do his best to recover his divine consciousness.

After nearly a whole day of treatment repeatedly, Hebawang's entire left arm was also completely restored to normal in Zhang He's repetition and persistence, looking at his father's completely restored left arm, and the hearts of He Qu and others became even hotter.

Fortunately, Zhang He has already advanced to the Jindan stage, and he doesn't need to eat and drink, he just needs to have enough true yuan support, as long as his divine consciousness is not consumed to the limit, he can continue the treatment again.

Time is still going on, and the treatment is also going on, Zhang He still doesn't dare to try to treat Hebawang's important organs, because the important organs involve too many acupuncture points, and Zhang He is still not sure about this.

Next, Zhang He took Hebawang's right arm as the treatment object, and also regarded it as the test object for himself to further familiarize himself with the spring silkworm weaving technique, and also regarded it as the object of hand training, so as to lay a solid foundation for the treatment of important organs. With the first success, the treatment of the right arm was completed extremely smoothly.

Before he knew it, a whole day and a night passed quietly, and after adjusting his divine consciousness to the best state again, Zhang He immediately carefully studied the left leg of Hebawang. With the experience of treating both arms, Zhang He also began to try to gradually increase the scope of treatment, increasing the scope of treatment by half an inch and half an inch, and also quietly exercised his consciousness unconsciously.

After adjusting his consciousness again, Zhang He started a new attempt, but this time Zhang He decided to jump three inches directly on the basis of the original five-inch range, and challenged the difficult treatment of the eight-inch range at one time.

Half a minute, one minute, two minutes, three minutes, Zhang He's persistence finally reached the limit, his consciousness was exhausted, Zhang He could no longer accurately judge the depth of the needle, nor could he accurately judge the duration of each trembling needle, and could not accurately judge whether the change between acupuncture points was within one hundredth of a second, and could only rely entirely on the experience accumulated in the treatment of arms and lower legs and the instinct formed by the high frequency of needles during this time.

When the consciousness is exhausted, the consciousness begins to gradually become blurred.

Is this going to fail? No, I'm not reconciled.

......Five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds, as time passed, Zhang He felt that he was really about to fall into a coma, and the continuation of time had never been so slow.

Twenty-five seconds, Zhang He finally reached the limit, but at the moment when Zhang He felt that he was really about to fall unconscious, his Zhihai suddenly let out a loud "boom", like a thunderbolt, which shook his Zhihai and buzzed. And with this loud noise, Zhang He suddenly became sober.

And the most unexpected thing for Zhang He was that at the moment when he regained his clarity, his consciousness seemed to be connected with the patient's body. Even if you don't need your sense, you can see clearly the meridians, blood vessels, and muscle fibers in the patient's body, as if your eyes can penetrate the patient's skin, and the qiē is so clear, clearer than with your divine sense.

And the most unexpected thing for Zhang He was that at this moment, he even had the idea that even if he turned off his divine consciousness and closed his eyes, he could clearly see a qiē in Hehe's body.

Under everyone's incredulous gaze, Zhang He really closed his divine sense and closed his eyes, but just when everyone was shocked, Zhang He's speed and accuracy became more handy.

At this time, Zhang He didn't look at the patient at all, and completely relied on his instinct to exert himself to his heart's content, but even so, Zhang He could still clearly feel the qiē in Hebawang's body.

The subtle beating of the pulse, the slow peristalsis of the meridians, the slight contraction of the nerves, as if someone had used a chip to transport it to their minds, were all so clear and accurate.

Although Zhuge Huoao and the others are not doctors and do not understand medical skills, their faces involuntarily have a strong look of shock.

Not for anything else, just this magical realm under Zhang He.

Into the subtlety! A super realm that every cultivator dreams of.

The realm of subtlety, a realm that can be encountered but not sought, and the cultivators in the realm of subtlety are all acting on instinct, but this instinct is so precise and perfect, so to speak, every qiē done in this realm is a perfect work that people cannot perform again when they are awake.

It has been rumored that a super genius has entered this realm in battle, and according to rumors, this genius who has been in the realm of death has not only relied on this magical realm to turn defeat into victory, but also created a supreme body in this realm, and the legendary genius who created this miracle is one of the supreme powerhouses in the Huaxia Xiuzhen realm, the emperor.

According to rumors, the Emperor has not been injured since he created this magical step, because no matter how difficult the battle, he can use this supreme body to avoid the enemy's attacks just right.

Although this is just a legend, Zhuge Huoao and others have seen the authenticity and reliability of this legend in Zhang He.

According to rumors, although the emperor did not hide his secrets, he once passed on this legendary meticulous and harmless step to his right-hand man, but unfortunately, no one has ever practiced this magical step.

So, over time, this set of magical steps slowly faded out of people's sight and slowly disappeared into the long river of history.

It's just that what people never expected was that Zhang He, a pervert, actually entered this magical realm in the process of treating Hebawang.

Although Zhuge Huoao and the others had already seen Zhang He's magic and seen many strange events that Zhang He had taken an unusual path, they still couldn't help but be taken aback, while He Qu and others, who had never seen Zhang He's magic, were directly shocked and couldn't close their mouths.

Perhaps, only this kind of demon is really qualified to become the successor of Mr. Long Ao, right? For a while, everyone couldn't help but let out a silent sigh.

With the unfolding of this magical realm, Zhang He, whose hands were already a little sour and his movements began to become slow, suddenly accelerated his speed again, and this time it was not just as simple as speeding up, the whole movement also became more fluid.

In the flowing water, the grasp of proportion can be said to be accurate to the extreme, subtle to the peak, it should be a strict medical action, but it was unconsciously interpreted by Zhang He with the beauty of art.

And as this magical performance continued, the hearts of the He family became more and more hot, because unconsciously, the entire left leg of Hebawang was also completely restored to normal in Zhang He's hands, but what made people completely speechless was that at the moment when the treatment was stopped, Zhang He's eyes were black, his head was crooked, and he fainted directly to the ground.

Is that okay? He Qu, who was about to express his sincere gratitude, couldn't help but be taken aback, and then swept towards Zhang He like lightning.

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