Thinking of what happened to him, Zhang Dachuan was deeply touched:

"In the world of martial artists, you don't know how high the sky is, and you have to pay a price."

If he hadn't had the Chaos Jade Disc Protector in the first place, I'm afraid he would have died in the Hidden Dragon Stream a long time ago.

Lao Ding has no luck of his own, but he doesn't know the height of the sky, and it seems that his fate is doomed.

Sure enough, I heard Lao Ding continue:

"In those years, the gangs in the underground world were fighting for territory, and whoever could fight was the boss, so I relied on my strength to beat several old gangs in Dongjiang for a while."

"However, during a shopping trip, someone recognized my cultivation method and warned me not to be too arrogant, but at that time, I didn't take it seriously."

"But not long after that, a mysterious martial artist found me, he claimed to be a person from 'Xuekui Mountain', the exercise I practiced was the Xuekui Gong stolen by a traitor in Xuekui Mountain, and anyone who practiced this exercise had only two choices: either leave his family and friends, go to Xuekui Mountain to kneel as a dog to repay his mistakes, or abandon his cultivation, and Xuekui Mountain will not be blamed for the past."

A flash of anger flashed on Lao Ding's face, and his body trembled because of the memories of the past:

"Actually, if that person had talked to me well, I wouldn't have joined that Blood Kui Mountain, but he opened his mouth and closed his mouth to a dog, as if I had stolen their exercises, who could stand this?"

"The eldest husband was born in the world, all he wants is the word dignity, that person is so humiliated by others, of course I will not fulfill his wish, besides, my strength rose rapidly at that time, I felt that I was invincible in the world, and I didn't think that person could do anything to me, take 10,000 steps back, I can't beat it, can't I run?"

Speaking of this, Lao Ding smiled miserably and let out a long sigh:

"After I really fight with the other party, I will know what it means to have people outside the sky."

"People are walking in the world of Xuekui Mountain, and the strength is above the Qi and Blood Realm, I am just a half-hung martial artist, the strength between the two is very different, after the fight, I didn't even catch a move, I was directly beaten into a serious injury, not only was the kung fu nullified, but also was lame by the man."

"Over the years, I have visited famous doctors and visited tertiary hospitals at home and abroad, but this leg has never been cured, and people have become a waste."

The more Lao Ding spoke, the more sad he became, the more angry he became, and the hand on his knee was clenched into a fist, which showed the depth of hatred in his heart.

Zhang Dachuan quietly listened to Lao Ding's story, and was also embarrassed by what happened to the other party, and said with emotion:

"It's no wonder you're self-taught."

It turned out that when he examined Lao Ding just now, he found that Lao Ding's roots and bones were excellent, and he was a natural martial artist, and his talent was the second among the people he saw.

The first is Fan Linglong.

Such a person, relying on a book of cultivation exercises, practiced to the point of being about to the Qi and Blood Realm without anyone to guide him, and his qualifications are good, if Xuekui Mountain can't be collected for his own use, the best way to dispose of it is of course to abolish his whole person.

Now, Lao Ding's left leg meridians are all damaged, and the qi and blood cannot complete the normal operation at all, in this case, it is useless for him to have good roots and bones.

Moreover, because the qi and blood cannot be circulated normally in the left leg, the left leg is much weaker than other body parts, and when Lao Ding gets older and older, this lame leg will be more serious, and in the end, it will be completely abolished because it cannot support the body.

This kind of torture that accompanies a lifetime is more cruel than killing him.

Xuekui Mountain, this is the first time Zhang Dachuan has heard of the cultivation force.

Such a feeling flashed in Zhang Dachuan's mind, he came back to his senses, looked at Lao Ding, and asked him:

"Lao Ding, do you want revenge?"

When Lao Ding heard this, he couldn't cry or laugh:

"Brother Chuan, don't tease me, I'm in this situation, what can I take revenge."

Zhang Dachuan said lightly:

"Then if I can cure you, can I still give you hope to become a Qi and Blood Realm or even a Bone Refining Realm martial artist? Do you still have the momentum and courage to give up on me? ”

Lao Ding didn't say a word, he got up and knelt directly in front of Zhang Dachuan, extremely emotional.

Before he could speak, Zhang Dachuan had already dragged him up and pressed him back on the chair to sit down:

"Okay, as long as you still have that momentum, I don't want to save a waste who is about to lose all his guts."

He took out his portable needle bag, pinched Lao Ding's left leg bone with one hand, and said lightly:

"Next, I will give you needles to reshape the damaged meridians, this process will be very painful, you bear with it."

Lao Ding now only wants to heal his leg immediately, and he can pay whatever price he pays for it, so he immediately gritted his teeth and said impatiently:

"Brother Chuan, don't worry, this pain is nothing to my old ding."

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Dachuan had already pricked Lao Ding's leg with a needle without hesitation.

Lao Ding, who wanted to continue to talk ruthlessly, instantly gasped, only to feel a pain in his heart spread from his left leg to his whole body, and he shivered all over his body.

Lao Ding could only grit his teeth, clutching the back of the chair with both hands, the blood vessels on the back of his hands burst, and he desperately endured the sharp pain that made his face pale, and he had no strength to speak.

Zhang Dachuan had no distractions, as if he didn't see Lao Ding's face, and kept putting needles up and down his hands, and each needle accurately stabbed the damaged part of Lao Ding's meridians.

That's not all, Zhang Dachuan, who has completed the needle, will gently grind those silver needles with his hands, and use the slight shaking of the needle tip to dispel the remaining blood stasis in Lao Ding's veins.

Lao Ding is worthy of being a tough guy who licks blood with a knife, although his forehead is already hurting in a cold sweat, but he just doesn't say a word, and he forcibly carries it and lets Zhang Dachuan complete the needle.

Finally, a full twenty minutes passed, and Zhang Dachuan also completed the treatment of the last needle.

He pulled out all the silver needles and reconnected the meridians that had been cut off by the needles.

On Lao Ding's left leg, a very clear blood mark appeared, which was caused by the smooth flow of blood after the meridians were repaired at that time.

And Lao Ding clearly felt that there was an unprecedented feeling of relaxation coming from his left leg.

Just when Lao Ding's face was happy and he thought that the treatment was over, Zhang Dachuan suddenly bent his fingers into claws and grabbed the kneecap and ankle bone of Lao Ding's left leg.

Before Lao Ding's body could react, Zhang Dachuan suddenly pulled hard, and then quickly pushed forward.

Hearing two crisp bone "clicks" in succession, Lao Ding couldn't hold back anymore, let out a painful scream, and fainted directly in pain.

Lao Ding's subordinates, who were guarding the door, were shocked when they heard the boss's screams.

They pushed open the office door with a "bang", and all of them rushed in, and when they saw the scene in front of them, they couldn't help but surround Zhang Dachuan.