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"For today's sake, the kid should first get rid of the cold in the main body of the city, and then give a few copies of the rubbing to the seniors!" Then Yang Jian said directly.

"Just according to what Yang Gongzi said, I don't know what I need to prepare?" Zhao Wuji said with some excitement after hearing this.

"It's very simple, you only need ninety-nine eighty-one thin needles of about half an inch, and the harder the texture, the better!" Yang Jian said.

The cold qi in Zhao Wouji's body was too powerful, and it was obviously impossible to forcibly remove it with Yang Jian's current cultivation, and as for the pill, there was no suitable material for it now, so in the end, he could only choose acupuncture.

"Eighty-one thin needles?" After hearing Yang Jian's words, several people suddenly showed extremely puzzled expressions on their faces, obviously very curious about Yang Jian's request.

"Okay, Young Master Yang, I'll find someone to pick it up!" But soon Zao Wou-Ki also reacted, and without asking any extra words, he spoke directly. Seeing this, Zi Xuan on the side walked directly outside.

"Well, City Lord, this treatment can't be disturbed, so it's best to find a quiet place!" Yang Jian said again.

"Don't worry, Young Master Yang, please come with me!" At that moment, Zhao Wuji walked directly towards the hall with Yang Jian.

After turning a few corners, Yang Jian and a few people appeared in a relatively hidden secret room.

"This place is where I usually practice, and outsiders will never come to disturb me!" After coming to the secret room, Zao Wou-Ki spoke.

A moment later, Zi Xuan also appeared in the secret room, holding a purple sandalwood box in his hand, his breathing was slightly heavy, obviously he was in a hurry all the way.

"Little Brother Yang, do you think this is okay?" Zi Xuan handed the wooden box to Yang Jian and said.

Yang Jian took it and opened it with his hand, and suddenly a piece of cold and shining blue silver needles appeared in his sight.

"Hey, it's made of cold iron, it's really ...... to make such a thing out of cold iron" Yang Jian showed a speechless look on his face after seeing the thin needles in the wooden box.

"This one was snatched from a person who is good at using secret weapons when he was out there before, and it has been stored there!" Zao Wou-Ki said as soon as he saw the needles.

"Oh, I see!" Yang Jian nodded suddenly after hearing this.

"Before that, let me remind you again, and then whatever you see, you must not act rashly, and you must not disturb me, otherwise you will bear the consequences!"

"Don't worry, little brother Yang, I will never disturb you!" Zi Xuan hurriedly spoke, and Zhao Qingya also nodded hurriedly.

"Okay, since that's the case, let's get started, Lord City Lord, take off his shirt, and then sit down cross-legged! Calm down, relax, and get rid of distracting thoughts!" Then Yang Jian turned to Zao Wou-Ki and said.

"It's all up to Young Master Yang!" After Zhao Wuji heard Yang Jian's words, he nodded and said, taking off his shirt, and suddenly revealing the bronzed skin on his body.

"Whew!" Seeing this, Yang Jian also took a few deep breaths, his eyes were also slightly closed, he took a few deep breaths, and began to adjust his state.

Suddenly!

Yang Jian's eyes opened suddenly, and a terrifying light burst out of his eyes, and then he saw Yang Jian's hands flying, and silver streamers instantly flew out of Yang Jian's hands.

At this time, the eyes of several people around them suddenly widened, and their faces were full of horror when they looked at Yang Jian's movements, because the movement trajectory of Yang Jian's hands at this time was very strange, and they couldn't capture specific movements at all, only seeing afterimages flying continuously.

Even a few people had a feeling of dizziness at this time, and when they came back to their senses, at this time, Zao Wou-ki's body was full of blue needles. It looks terrifying.

"Hiss......"

Seeing this, Zixuan and Yan Chifeng gasped, as a master, they naturally knew very well how dangerous Yang Jian's move was, and it was not a joke to stick needles on so many important points, if they were not careful, it would be life-threatening.

Fortunately, at this time, Zao Wou-Ki didn't seem to have any uncomfortable reaction, and Zi Xuan's heart was slightly lowered, but the nervous expression on his face did not subside at all.

They now finally understood why Yang Jian had instructed them so much before, this was simply too unbelievable and shocking, if they accidentally shook their hands after being disturbed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Although Zhao Qingya on the side couldn't quite understand Yang Jian's move, judging from Zixuan and Yan Chifeng's reactions, she could also guess how dangerous the scene was at this moment.

But I don't know why, when she saw Yang Jian's calm and calm expression, Zhao Qingya's heart that she had just mentioned was slightly lowered, and then she looked at Yang Jian's movements intently.

Looking at Zao Wou-Ki, who was covered with thin needles, Yang Jian's face did not change at all, and now through these fine needles, Yang Jian sealed all the major points in Zao Wou-ki's body, so as to avoid the phenomenon of cold qi running around in his body at that time.

Then the next is the most critical moment, since the cold in the body has been sealed, then the next step is to force them out completely.

I saw Yang Jian's right hand slowly approaching the fine needle, and then with a flick of his fingers, an incomparably pure true qi instantly poured into Zhao Wouji's body along the fine needle.

"Buzz ......"

Suddenly, I saw that the thin needle began to tremble continuously, and it had no intention of stopping at all.

With the vibration of the fine needle, I suddenly saw a trace of cold air slowly seeping out along the fine needle, and a thin layer of ice slag began to appear on the surface of the fine needle.

After seeing this scene, the eyes of several people next to him suddenly widened, and they looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief, their faces full of shock.

Obviously, they never expected that with such a light flick, the cold air would seep out along the thin needle. It's quite weird.

Then Yang Jian did not stop, and began to flick each thin needle one by one, and bursts of clear sounds also came from the thin needle.

In five minutes, all the ninety-nine eighty-one thin needles were flicked one by one by Yang Jian, and at this time, a trace of cold air began to seep out of each of the four surfaces, and I saw that Zao Wouji's body seemed to be shrouded in a wisp of white mist at this time.

At this time, Yang Jian's face became extremely pale, the sweat on his forehead kept coming out, and the whole person's body was shaky, as if he was about to fall at any time, obviously because the consumption was too great.

After taking one last look at Zao Wou-ki, he directly took out a pot of monkey wine and drank it with his head up, then sat down cross-legged on the spot and began to breathe.

After the monkey wine entered his throat, it instantly turned into incomparably pure energy and frantically surged towards the dantian, and an incomparably refreshing feeling spread throughout his body, Yang Jian only felt that all the pores on his body seemed to be opened.

The rest of the people also showed extremely surprised expressions on their faces after seeing Yang Jian's appearance, obviously they didn't expect Yang Jian to consume so much, and then they obviously realized that the seemingly simple flick just now was obviously a hidden mystery.

Half an hour later, Yang Jian stood up again, at this time, the innate true qi in his body had already recovered, and at this time, the fine needles on Zao Wouji's body had stopped trembling, and a thick layer of ice slag had formed on the surface of the fine needles.

Seeing this, Yang Jian nodded secretly, and then flicked towards the thin needle again, and the moment it bounced up, the ice slag on the surface of the fine needle instantly turned into ice particles and floated down from above.

So repeatedly, the time of the morning was fleeting, repeated back and forth nine times, and after each play, Yang Jian would sit down and breathe.