"Wait."

Su Hang stretched out his hand to stop Nangong Yun's masking movements, and then said: "Although I can't completely repair the wound on your face, I can recover seventy percent." ”

Seventy percent?

Hearing Su Hang's words, Nangong Yun was stunned.

Next to him, Yi Tianhou and Nangong Xingyue were happy.

Originally, they thought that even if Su Hang had good medical skills, he could recover two or three percent, which was already very good.

After all, Nangong Yun's disfigurement was too severe......

How do you think that Suzhou and Hangzhou can restore seventy percent?

"The rest of the ones are a little bit harder to recover. However, it is not completely impossible to recover, it is just that a medicine is needed, and that kind of medicine is relatively rare......" But without waiting for the three of them to be happy, Su Hang continued.

"If you need any medicine, I'll order someone to find it." When Nangong Yun heard that Su Hang could be cured, he couldn't care about stability, and blurted out directly.

He said that he loved to wear masks, but he was just angry talk.

Who likes to hide under a mask all their lives and not see the light of day?

"This is not in a hurry, I will give you an acupuncture first, and cure the seventy percent first! However, I will use some aura to impact the flesh and blood of your face, and when the time comes, it will be very painful. You endure ......," Su Hang reminded.

"Don't worry, what pain, I haven't experienced it? Feel free to tie it! Nangong Yun took a deep breath, and then said solemnly.

Su Hang didn't talk nonsense anymore.

Under Yi Tianhou's arrangement, several people came to a room, and after letting Nangong Yun lie down, Su Hang began to gather spiritual power in his palm.

Turned into purple needles.

"Lightning Needle?"

Seeing the purple needle that appeared in Su Hang's palm, Nangong Yun's grandfather and grandson exclaimed in surprise, with an incredulous expression.

"Old hero, don't talk!"

Seeing this, Su Hang hurriedly reminded him that Nangong Yun was dislocated from the left and right sides of his face, and the acupoints on his face also changed.

When the other party speaks, the whole face will be deformed even more, and once it is not done well, it will be fatal if the needle falls wrong.

"Well, good, good ......"

Nangong Yun nodded hurriedly, but Nangong Xingyue covered her mouth, for fear of disturbing Su Hangshi.

Su Hang didn't talk nonsense anymore.

The purple needles in his hand flew out one by one and landed on Nangong Yun's face, and in an instant, the whole thing directly sank into the other party's face.

These are all spiritual powers.

Su Hang's intention was not acupuncture, but to use spiritual power to impact various acupuncture points on Nangong Yun's face, so as to restore it.

As the purple needles submerged into Nangong Yun's head.

Nangong Yun only felt that there was a sharp pain in the entire skull, as if the bones in the skull were moving their positions.

"It's... This ......"

And next to him, even Li Mingyue and the three of them, who already knew something about Su Hang's skills, were trembling with their lips.

Nangong Yun couldn't see the changes on his face, but they all saw it really, and they all fell with Su Hang.

Nangong Yun's dislocated left and right faces are actually recovering.

Nangong Yun felt that the bones were moving in position, and it was not an illusion, but a real appearance!

This kind of method is beyond the scope of their understanding, and it cannot be called medical art at all, but should be called immortal art!

……

But the movement is slow and painful.

Su Hang had thought about it before, once Nangong Yun couldn't stand it, he would knock the other party unconscious.

But although the corners of Nangong Yun's mouth trembled wildly, he could see that he was in great pain, but he endured it and didn't say a word.

This made Su Hang admire.

……

After more than two hours, Su Hang stopped moving, and large beads of sweat appeared on the top of his head.

In these two hours, Su Hang turned thirty percent of the spiritual energy in his body into purple needles and injected them into Nangong Yun's body.

Reassemble each other's bones!

If it were an ordinary person, he wouldn't be so struggling, but Nangong Yunke was a powerhouse of the fifth stage of the Ancient Martial Sect Master.

The strength of the opponent's bones has exceeded the limit of human beings, and ordinary bullets are afraid that they will not be able to penetrate the opponent's bones.

And because it's strong, it's more difficult to reorganize.

"Old hero, see if you're still satisfied......"

After administering the needle, Su Hang pulled a chair and sat down, then took out his mobile phone, turned on the front camera, and handed it to the other party.

"Damn!"

Looking at himself on the screen, Nangong Yun stood in place for a long time before he spit out a beautiful Daxia character.