Weng Zhongwen snorted lightly, and after his steps were settled, he turned his head, frowned, and said to the shirtless Qiu Jin: "Opening the spine is not a joke, you don't need to Zhen Yuansan, after a while, as long as your Yuan Shen is shaken for a while, your life will be gone immediately, die here with me, you should be child's play, is it fun to play?!" ”

"If it's gone, it's gone, it's just a big deal to add one more monk who died from this sword, one more than me, no less than me."

Qiu Jin was resolute at the moment, very persistent, or rather paranoid and said loudly, "I will always remember this pain...... Old man, don't say anything more, hurry up! ”

The monk does not need to be scattered to open the bones.

It is very painful to boil the skin and crack the bones.

is like an ordinary man gritting his teeth, cutting his own flesh alive without using "hemp boiling soup" to apply it, the whole process is hard-boiled, life is better than death.

Ling Zhen sat in place and shook his head gently, and once again secretly gave birth to exclamations.

Brother Qiu's courage is really a hero among the respectable people, and a model for men in the world!

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Unlike Ling Zhen, a friend who had just met, the old Taoist was Qiu Jin's old friend after all.

Of course, Weng Zhongwen knew very well in his heart the temper of this surnamed Qiu.

Once this guy recognizes something, ten horses can't pull it back.

still insisted on fighting with him for a long time, and the old Taoist surnamed Weng couldn't resist Qiujin after all, so he had to sigh and agree to open his bones directly, and he didn't need to be assisted by drugs like Zhen Yuansan in the process.

This made Ling Zhen respect Brother Qiu's persistence and courage even more.

The success of this matter depends on Weng Zhongwen's medical attainments.

Second, it really depends on whether Qiu Jin's life is hard or not.

But by providence.

After lying on the big bed filled with bloodsucking cloth in advance, the Whale Swallowing Observation Lord, who had been in seclusion in the Sword House for many years, looked solemn, and warned Qiu Jin: "For a while, you must suppress your natal primordial spirit, the more stable the better, and you must not faint, otherwise the bones will be destroyed and the qi veins will collapse, and you will definitely die, remember!" ”

"I know, I know, old man, you are getting older, and your words have become so much."

Qiu Jin smiled and made a request, "If I really die unfortunate this time, can you bury this body of mine on the top of Kunlun Mountain with my two swords?" ”

Ling Zhen wanted to laugh a little when he heard this.

Weng Zhongwen was angry, his face was blue, and he just wanted to scold a few words, Qiu Jin laughed, and then said: "You do it, my life is very hard, I can't die!" Even if you are really dead, and there is no bitter master here, I still take the initiative to ask not to use Zhen Yuansan, and I will definitely not be able to rely on your old man, it doesn't matter. ”

In Weng Zhongwen's right hand, there was a small knife that was also attached to a strong true qi, and the old man swallowed his saliva and slowly began to move the knife.

Ling Zhen stood beside him, with a solemn expression, and he pinched a cold sweat fiercely.

In the event of a mistake, he is ready to save the scene immediately, and is on call at any time in order to turn the tide at a critical moment.

Old friends and new friends are responsible for Qiu Jin's rare "friend".

Ling Zhen set his mind on himself like this.

The old man surnamed Weng was skillful in solving the ox, he just cut it quickly from top to bottom at the backbone of Qiu Jin.

The skin and muscles suddenly opened to both sides, and it was unusually smooth.

Qiu Jin, whose skin was open, not only didn't say a word at the moment, but didn't even move, and lay on the bed steadily.

After the first action was completed, Weng Zhongwen took a deep breath, and then said in a deep voice: "Ready, it's time to cut the whole bone." ”

The bones are very hard, not as soft as the flesh and skin, and the rich qi attached to the knife is against the alien true qi that has been left on the sword for ten years.

It's like a needle to a wheat, and of course it's extremely slow.

Qiujin, who suffered the "torture" of bone cracking, although he was sweating profusely in pain and almost fainted, the spirit in his body was still not chaotic at all, and he protected his heart to ensure that his true strength would not be dispersed and his life would not be worry-free.

After almost two cups of tea, this operation, which made the miracle doctor Weng Zhongwen feel exhausted, was truly completed.

The small sword that had been in the backbone of Qiujin for ten years was finally taken out!

Ling Zhen praised loudly, "Divine doctor, the old man is really the number one divine doctor in heaven and earth!" ”

Although he knew that this matter was inseparable from Qiu Jin's personal physical strength, Ling Zhen still sincerely praised the old man's superb medical skills, and he did not mix any water.

Weng Zhongwen's ingenious technique is exquisite, worthy of the name of the holy hand of medicine, he sprinkled the precious lotus root bone powder on the broken bones of Qiujin.

The flesh of the back was sewn with white needles and threads, and it took a short time before there was no hidden danger.

After Ling Zhen learned that everything was okay, he was completely relieved.

Since Brother Qiu is fine, then he can rest assured.

Qingjun Old Daoist looked down at the blood-sucking paper spread on the bed, and beforehand, he deliberately spread three thick layers.

Unexpectedly, he was completely soaked in blood, shocking, and the paper was full of scarlet.

"Okay, it's about ...... in three months."

Weng Zhongwen wanted to say, "I will probably be able to walk in three months", but before he finished speaking, Qiu Jin turned his back and jumped off the bed.

After the man surnamed Qiu stood on the ground, he was overjoyed and shouted nonsense: "Comfortable, brisk! It's a feeling! Haha, haha! ”

Ling Zhen's eyes widened, a little incredulous at Brother Qiu's recovery ability.

Weng Zhongwen looked at this scene, couldn't help but sigh twice, and said secretly: "I forgot that this kid has the 'Great Heavenly Dragon Physique' to protect him, no wonder he can recover so quickly......"

"Brother Qiu, are you okay?!"

Ling Zhen was also shocked by Qiu Jin's ability to recover, and couldn't help but ask.

Qiu Jin replied triumphantly: "I have the support of the eight heavenly dragons, and my divine power is extraordinary, so why worry about such a small injury?" Don't worry! ”

He danced with his own hands, and rejoiced for a while, no less than a madman.

If you look at it from other people's perspectives, most of them will directly feel that this guy has a brain convulsion.

But Ling Zhen commented in his heart: "Most of the super-talented people are probably so crazy and uninhibited, right?" ”

Under Ling Zhen's appeasement, after calming down a little.

Qiu Jin turned his head, his face was a little heavy, and he restrained his smile, looking at the thin sword on the table that had been wiped with blood.

The blade was two feet long, unsheathed, not half a finger wide, and the head and tail were pointed, extremely thin and tough.

The whole body is fluorescent green, with a faint luster, which can be called weird and terrifying.

Qiu Jin raised his eyebrows, his nose "hummed" heavily, his expression was very disdainful, and after leaning closer, he put his palm on the sword without a hilt.

The green light gradually disappeared from the blade of the sword, slowly flowing into the palm of his hand.

Ling Zhen's eyes widened as he watched this incredible scene.

Palm power to suck sword qi?

Can you still play like this?