Chen Qingyang naturally knows Hua Yuantong's rules for saving people, if you want to save people, you must kill people first.

With Huang Fengming's character, even if he dies, he will not indiscriminately kill a person who has nothing to do with him, which is the pride of being a god of war.

"Your little Qingyang's girlfriend, he has a good eye." Huang Fengming smiled and said to Ye Nansheng.

"Hello Grandpa Feng." Ye Nansheng nodded and shouted.

Chen Qingyang was a little anxious in his heart, and directly motioned to Ye Nansheng to hand over the silver needle in his hand.

"Grandpa Feng, I'll take your pulse!" Chen Qingyang spread out the silver needle on the table, and then stretched out his hand to signal Huang Fengming to say.

Huang Fengming and Chen Bailang's expressions were stunned at the same time, they couldn't guess what Chen Qingyang wanted to do.

In their impression, Chen Qingyang has never studied medicine, how can he take the pulse of others?

Looking at Chen Qingyang's insistent gaze, Huang Fengming did not refuse, and directly put his right hand on the table.

Looking at Huang Fengming's skinny hands, almost only a layer of crumpled skin was left, Chen Qingyang was also slightly shocked in his heart, you must know that some time ago, Huang Fengming's hands were like raised mountain peaks, vigorous and powerful, how much suffering and torture did this have to go through before it became such a tragic state now?

Chen Qingyang hurriedly calmed down and put his finger on Huang Fengming's pulse.

"Huh?"

Chen Qingyang's brows furrowed suddenly.

Because Huang Fengming's pulse was so weak, it only beat slightly every few seconds, which was a sign of the dying person's pulse.

Trouble, big trouble!

Sword Demon King Canglan's injury, Chen Qingyang thought it was the most serious he had ever seen, but now compared with Huang Fengming, the two are not on the same level at all.

With the fourth needle of Taiyi Divine Needle, Chen Qingyang barely cured Wang Canglan's injury, and now in the face of Huang Fengming's injury, Chen Qingyang has no confidence in his heart.

Unless he can cast the fifth needle of the Taiyi Divine Needle.

But at the beginning, Yuan Haichan only passed on to him the first four needles, and he couldn't comprehend the fifth needle at all.

But even so, Chen Qingyang was ready to try to save Huang Fengming.

Putting away his right hand, Chen Qingyang probed with his right hand, and three subtle air currents ejected from his hand, instantly sticking to three slender silver needles.

Seeing this scene, Chen Bailang and Huang Fengming were even more shocked.

With the knowledge of the two of them, it can be seen that Chen Qingyang has reached the realm of using qi luck needles, which is definitely not a realm that can be achieved in a while and a half.

Could it be that Chen Qingyang mastered medical skills in the eight years since he disappeared?

Just when the two were surprised, Chen Qingyang's voice rang out.

"Grandpa Feng, take off your shirt."

Huang Fengming came back to his senses at this time, and didn't care about Ye Nansheng's presence, and called Chen Bailang to help take off his shirt.

As a result, he now struggles to even raise his hand.

Chen Bailang immediately took off Ah Jing and Huang Fengming's shirt, and suddenly revealed a skinny and scarred body.

Looking at the criss-crossing scars on Huang Fengming's body, alternating between the old and the new, Chen Qingyang trembled fiercely in his heart.

Ye Nansheng also saw such a shocking picture for the first time, covering his mouth and not daring to make a sound.

Among the wounds on Huang Fengming's body, there were two most fatal places, one was in his lower abdomen, which was directly pierced through the body by a sharp weapon, and the blood hole was bigger than a fist, and it was dripping with blood.

In the other place, a piece of flesh was torn off by the claws on his chest, and even the bones were clearly visible, and even his beating heart could be seen.

With such a serious injury, Huang Fengming actually survived, which is a miracle.

When Chen Bailang saw this scene, his face was also full of guilt and self-blame, if it wasn't for covering his retreat, Huang Fengming would not have fought hard with the Blood Emperor, and in the end, not only was he seriously injured, but he also burned out almost all the essence and blood in his body, and only half of his breath was left to survive.

Chen Qingyang took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down.

He knew that with Huang Fengming's current injury, as long as he stabbed the wrong acupuncture point, he was afraid it would be enough to make him fatal.

Therefore, every time he drops a needle, there must be no error.

In his mind, Taiyi Divine Acupuncture's mental method suddenly appeared in his mind.

Suddenly, Chen Qingyang's eyes became focused and condensed, and the momentum of the whole person changed suddenly.

He didn't hesitate, and the three silver needles fell at the same time, and the speed was not slow at all.

The first shot, ghost pathfinder!

The three silver needles pierced into three different acupuncture points almost at the same time, temporarily sealing Huang Fengming's dantian and preventing any power from being released.

Immediately after, Chen Qingyang used the air flow to control the five short silver needles, and with his own internal strength, he began to reach the fist-sized blood hole in his lower abdomen.

In an instant, under the shocked gazes of Chen Bailang and Huang Fengming, the blood cave instantly stopped the blood, and it was still slowly healing.

"I Ching tendons!"

Huang Fengming and Chen Bailang shouted out almost at the same time.

It has long been rumored that the internal strength cultivated in "I Ching Tendon" has an extremely terrifying self-healing ability, and now that they have seen it with their own eyes, they know that the rumors are true, and the effect is extremely amazing.

However, that blood cave was too huge, and Huang Fengming's body was different from others, he was a master of body refining, and there were probably not many people in the same level whose physical strength was stronger than him.

Therefore, the toughness of his body far exceeded that of ordinary people, even if Chen Qingyang used his whole body's internal strength, it would never be possible to completely heal this blood hole.

So after stabilizing the injuries in the blood cave, Chen Qingyang decisively put away the five silver needles.

Although it was only to stabilize the blood hole injury, it almost exhausted Chen Qingyang's internal strength, and fine beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

Looking at the more fatal wound in Huang Fengming's chest, Chen Qingyang's heart was full of powerlessness.

And what made it difficult for Chen Qingyang was that a large piece of flesh was torn off Huang Fengming's chest, and he couldn't protect his heart at all.

Unable to protect his heart, Chen Qingyang didn't dare to rashly force out the blood in his body.

Otherwise, once the blood and qi attack the heart, the Daluo Immortal will not be able to save Huang Fengming when he descends to earth.

Suddenly, Chen Qingyang looked up at Chen Bailang.

"Do you have any way to protect Grandpa Feng's heart? I mean, don't let any blood flow back into his heart! Chen Qingyang said in a serious voice.

Chen Bailang didn't say a word, he stood directly behind Huang Fengming, and a gentle energy gushed out from his palm, forming a defensive qi wall to protect Huang Fengming's heart.

"Just shoot!" Chen Bailang said in a calm and confident voice.

If Chen Bailang was asked to use his internal strength to protect Huang Fengming's body from the impact of qi and blood, he couldn't do it, but it was more than enough to protect the heart and veins.

Chen Qingyang didn't talk nonsense, his hands moved together, and at the same time, he used the air flow to control ten three-inch silver needles, identified the acupuncture points, directly penetrated the silver needles, and stabbed into Huang Fengming's body.

The third needle, Guanyin hand!

Under the pressure of Chen Qingyang's silver needle airflow, Huang Fengming's body was hot, and he felt that the qi and blood that had been stagnant instantly boiled, constantly surging towards his throat.

"Poof!"

Spit out three mouthfuls of black blood in a row, Huang Fengming's body suddenly staggered, but his hands were firmly propped on the stone table, preventing his body from falling.

The heroic posture of the god of war is extremely sad at this moment, but it is awe-inspiring.

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