Jiang Feng lifted the silver needle, and the cold light of the needle tip flickered.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Jiang Feng again.

Grunt.

At this moment, Old Man Meng and Xie Hanshan swallowed their saliva at the same time.

One is because of being too excited, and the other is because of being too nervous.

But what they didn't expect was this. Jiang Feng's next move turned out to be a round fist. smashed straight down on Meng Jiayao's thigh.

On the skin that could be broken by blowing, there was a red mark.

Several people present looked at each other, completely unable to understand what Jiang Feng's intention was in doing this.

Isn't it to cast the Thirteen Needles of Soul Chasing? Why did you pick up your fist and smash people? That's too inauthentic, isn't it?

That's right, Jiang Feng's punch happened to be pierced into Meng Jiayao's inner thigh.

And the force is not small. Let the delicate skin be bright red.

What's even more exaggerated is that after the punch fell, his right hand fell down suddenly, and six silver needles fell into his leg in unison.

A pin drop could be heard in the room.

It was a nine-inch needle, but at the moment there was only one needle tail visible from the skin.

"Jia Yao."

Old Man Meng exclaimed. A worried face.

"Don't worry, Mr. Jiang's medical skills, don't you know yet?"

Xie Hanshan said lightly.

Old Man Meng pursed his lips tightly. Jiang Feng's medical skills at the moment are so brilliant. Of course he knew.

Now. He gathered his mind and said no more.

"This needle is brilliant!"

Xie Hanshan muttered to himself, and there was envy in his tone.

"Hmm."

Old Man Meng nodded repositely.

If this needle is taken normally, it will definitely penetrate the major artery in the leg.

If you are not careful, you may even be left with a lifelong disability.

But because Jiang Feng punched in advance, the arteries in his legs contracted rapidly.

And he seized the few seconds of contraction and pierced the golden needle into the Yin vein behind the blood vein.

Therefore, the purpose of detoxification is achieved.

This is not only understood by Xie Hanshan, but after thinking about it for a while, Old Man Meng can naturally understand it.

These two characters who can be called Taishan Beidou on the apricot altar finally understand where the difference in strength between Jiang Feng and them is.

"I think Jiang Feng is the only one who can master such exquisite techniques in today's Chinese medicine industry."

"What? This stitch is exquisite? Master, you can do that easily, right? ”

Wu Zhijian's words made Shu Hanshan cough violently, and said faintly: "I can't do it for the teacher." ”

After a long sigh, he said: "Don't say that you can't do it as a teacher, looking at the entire hot summer, what you can do, as far as I know, I'm afraid it is not more than a hand." ”

"I can tell you very responsibly that this kind of stitching can be seen once, and it is a blessing for Sansheng."

"It turns out that Mr. Jiang is so powerful." At this moment, Mr. Meng completely understood what a great figure the young doctor who won the MVP in the Chinese medicine competition team last time was.

Recalling the last competition, Old Man Meng suddenly laughed.

He was still worried about it just now, and it was really ridiculous to think about himself at that time.

During the medical competition, he could conclude at a glance that Chen Tianlei's diagnosis of the patient was wrong, and make a correct judgment in an instant. How can such a person be a mediocre person?

Then.

Wu Zhijian suddenly spoke.

"Master, this wild boy has never studied Chinese medicine orthodoxy at all, it is Ye Langzhong.

How can you perform the miraculous stitches of your mouth?

Could it be that I stole some cheats or something. ”

"You idiot, such a superb technique, why don't you steal it and learn it, and it also makes my face shine."

Xie Hanshan's angry rebuke did not wake up Wu Zhijian, who was completely carried away by jealousy.

"Shut up, y'all y'all, don't make me say it a second time."

Jiang Feng opened his mouth and reprimanded in a low voice, his expression obviously tinged with impatience.

He picked up the remaining seven long needles.

"Whether you can heal this Miss Meng or not, it all depends on this injection, if you can't be quiet, get out of here now."

Silence!

Deathly silence!

Everyone present raised their hands to cover their mouths at the same time.

While Xie Hanshan covered himself, he did not forget to block Wu Zhijian, who was standing aside.

Jiang Feng turned his head and threw the same punch on Meng Jiayao's left leg.

Everyone present at the moment held their breath.

Especially Old Man Meng, his heart is in his throat at this moment.

Because he saw it, Jiang Feng stabbed six silver needles into Meng Jiayao's left leg, and at the same time, he actually lifted a twelve-inch silver needle above Meng Jiayao's head.

This is to pierce the heavenly spirit, not to mention that it is a person who studies medicine, even ordinary people know that that place is easy to move. What's more, the needle in Jiang Feng's hand at this moment was a full twelve inches long.

That thing, if you stick it in your head.

If you are not careful, the consequences can be unimaginable.

Just when everyone's thoughts were flying, Jiang Feng straightened Meng Jiayao's body.

The twelve-inch silver needle in his left hand suddenly fell and quickly sank into the top of Meng Jiayao's head.

The needle was the same as the cash stitches, almost the whole one, leaving only one tail.

"Yaoyao!"

Old Man Meng couldn't help but exhale again.

But he only spit out one syllable, so he quickly covered his mouth, biting his lip hard, and even oozed blood.

Xie Hanshan's eyes burst into light, and he whispered in Old Man Meng's ear.

"Although I can't say where the focus of the silver needle into the heavenly spirit is, I was fortunate enough to meet someone when I was young, and I was cured of an incurable disease by such a needle."

"Old Meng, you only look at your granddaughter carefully."

Old Man Meng settled down, took a closer look at Meng Jiayao, and then showed a happy look on his face.

He found that his precious granddaughter, who was still as pale as paper just now, actually had a touch of ruddy on her cute pretty face at this moment.

"Oh my God! Han Lao, look at it. ”

"Yaoyao, Yaoyao, her eyelashes are moving, as if she can wake up at any time."

Old Man Meng was extremely excited, and he also lowered his voice and said in Xie Hanshan's ear.

After practicing medicine for so many years, Mr. Meng has never been as shocked as he is today.

He naturally knows the breadth and profundity of Chinese medicine, and he has never peeked into the tip of the iceberg.

Today, following in the footsteps of Jiang Feng, it can be regarded as a glimpse of the mystery of traditional Chinese medicine.

In this life, it is not in vain.

Xie Hanshan's tone was amazed.

"Zero Void Finger, Soul Locking Needle Method, Thirteen Soul Chasing Needles, Snatching People in the Hands of Hades."

"It's true, it's true!"

"By the way, do you see that? Now Mr. Jiang is wielding the hand of God. ”

He put his hands behind the eldest lady's back, but his fingers were still moving.

Old Man Meng echoed.

"Yes, it's as elegant as playing the piano, and it's really magical."

The more Old Man Meng spoke, the more excited he became.