In the state of Jing Lao's sighing again and again, he successfully broke the tendons and veins in Zhuang Bufan's body.

This time, more than half of the operation was completed.

The next step is to repair the muscles.

This is the most important thing, if Zhuang Bufan can't hold back this process and faints, then ...... Maybe he really will never be able to cultivate martial arts.

"You have to be careful, the next thing is the most important part, you can't faint, if there's any discomfort, scream so that I can hear, and let me stop. ”

Jing Lao hesitated for a while, pulled out the needle, touched the cold sweat on his forehead and said.

"Well, if there is a problem, I will say it, I only hope that you can heal my physical injury, I will be grateful. ”

Zhuang Bufan sat on the edge of the lake, with a cold face, and his words were calm.

This point had to make Jing Lao squint and sigh again at Zhuang Bufan's bravery.

Sometimes, even he wondered if this guy had descended from the heavens, and why had he been able to calm down after so much pain.

If he had experienced Zhuang Bufan's life trajectory, he would not think so.

From childhood to adulthood, Zhuang Bufan has been extraordinary with others, he can ignore the indifferent eyes of others, and he can not care about the cold words of others.

You can live alone until now, and you don't feel lonely, empty, and cold.

And the only thing that can support him to go on is his love for martial arts and his desire to become the strongest in the world.

So......

When Zhuang Bufan lost his force and lost his combat ability, he would show a sad and painful look for the first time.

That's why he yells and screams in a rage, and can't bear the words of others.

It all stems from the fear in my heart, the fear that the dream I once had would disappear and be lost to the public.

Now, in order to recover his strength, he must face these pains, not to mention the torture of cramps, even if it is the pain of scraping bones to cure poison, he can grit his teeth and endure it.

Why can I endure all this pain? not for anything else, but for the dream in my heart.

Seeing Zhuang Bufan's affirmative reply, Jing Lao no longer hesitated, injected force into the fine needle, and immediately stabbed it on the key acupuncture points.

At the same time, Jing Lao used a special technique to tap Zhuang Bufan's back several times before exhaling and relieving tension.

And Zhuang Bufan, at this time, has to experience the pain of reshaping the muscles and veins, and the pain is stronger than the pain of cramps.

Zhuang Bufan's body twitched, his face couldn't control his expression, his cheeks twitched up constantly, and even his gums were exposed.

In addition, there seemed to be a small insect drilling into the skin at the eyebrows, constantly twisting and twisting, making Zhuang Bufan dizzy and dizzy, as if he was about to faint.

At this time, a soft voice came, "Don't faint, think about your dreams, didn't you say that you want to be the strongest in the world and become the world's martial artist? ”

Suddenly, a coolness came from his back and spread all over his body, relieving Zhuang Bufan's severe pain.

This painful process lasted for more than an hour, and in this more than an hour, Zhuang Bufan endured unbearable pain for ordinary people, as if he had entered the eighteenth layer of hell, physically and mentally exhausted.

But when he gritted his teeth and endured all this, and looked inwardly at his body, a wonderful, happy expression appeared on his face.

His muscles and veins have recovered again, and he can cultivate again......

This kind of joy is something that ordinary people can't feel, they can all cultivate, and they can all cultivate well.

And he had to suppress himself, to awaken the totem, to bear the pain of scraping bones and healing in order to repair the muscles and veins.

This kind of pain is unimaginable to others, and it can be glimpsed from Jing Lao's cloudy eyes bursting with bright color.

Zhuang Bufan stood up, and his slightly trembling body made him like a weak willow leaf, about to fall.

The spirit of strong will, which can be called, makes him stand like a straight tree, as if it will never fall.

"How's it going, is it okay?"

As an alchemist, Jing Lao has acupuncture skills, and at this moment, he is not sure what his medical skills are?

"It's okay, I look inside my body, and my muscles and veins are reborn, and it seems that there is no problem. ”

Zhuang Bufan's tone was a little weak, but there was a smile on his face, which looked like a weak teenager gently blowing fragile bubbles.

It's so beautiful, but I'm worried that it will break at any moment.

How can I say it? The lethality of a handsome young man to a girl is very huge, and Zhuang Bufan has a stunning face, if Miss Song accidentally breaks in at this moment, she will definitely be dizzy by Zhuang Bufan's beautiful face again.

Bang......

Something fell to the ground, Zhuang Bufan and Jing Lao both followed the prestige and saw Miss Song's surprised expression.

Her gaze was quite obvious, staring at Zhuang Bufan's face, and she was dazzled by that strange complexion.

What's going on? Why am I feeling dizzy?

This was Song Xinyi's thought in her head, but she was quickly awakened by Zhuang Bufan's words, "You're here...... The pears fell. ”

Speaking of which, she actually glanced at Zhuang Bufan and dropped the pear on the ground, which was really ridiculous.

Song Xinyi, who came back to her senses, hurriedly avoided Zhuang Bufan's burning gaze, leaned down and picked up the pear.

She saw that the pear was smashed by her, and she was a little distressed, she came here to find Zhuang Bufan, and this pear was for Zhuang Bufan to eat.

I heard that pears replenish blood, Zhuang Bufan is so seriously injured, he definitely needs to make up.

But this time, the pears were rotten, and they definitely couldn't give Zhuang Bufan, so they could only grit their teeth and eat them themselves.

At this time, Zhuang Bufan's body was weak and needed someone to support him, and Jing Lao, who was on the side, had already known what Miss Song was thinking about Zhuang Bufan.

He said with a smile, "Zhuang Bufan's body is weak, and it is not easy to do too drastic movements, so you can help him back to the house." ”

This undoubtedly gave Song Xinyi a rare and precious opportunity to be with Zhuang Bufan, a handsome young man.

Come to think of it, is there still a little excitement?

"Brother Bufan, I'm here to help you into the house, you are weak and need someone to help you. ”

Song Xinyi trotted to Zhuang Bufan's side, carefully leaned on his shoulder, and helped him go.

Zhuang Bufan originally wanted to refuse, but seeing Song Xinyi's kindness to him, he couldn't help sighing, endured his shame, and slowly returned to the house.

As soon as he entered the room, Zhuang Bufan sat on the bed and gasped for breath.

There is no way, I just had surgery, my body is weak, and it will take a few days to recover, and these days, I can only stay in bed.

Song Xinyi was panting at this time, just like Zhuang Bufan, there was fine sweat on her forehead, this was not tired.

It's that her body is too close to Zhuang Bufan, which makes her body's metabolism faster, her face is ruddy, and her lips open and close, which is very attractive.

"Brother Bufan, do you think it's okay?" Song Xinyi didn't know where to put her hands and feet, she was confused, and she didn't forget to care about Zhuang Bufan.

"It's fine, you don't have to worry, I can recover my strength, thanks to you and your brother's help. ”

Zhuang Bufan was very grateful, for him, without force, it would have killed him.

And the brothers and sisters of the Song family undoubtedly saved him from fire and water, and pulled him out of the family.

Zhuang Bufan had long been tired of the group of brothers with the same surname as him, and in the face of his complete loss of force, he said some cool things and ridiculed him as much as possible.

All this had already burned his heart with anger.

Zhuang Bufan swore that when he was well rested and cultivated, he would go to the family territory and fight to the death with these ridiculed people.

Let them know that he Zhuang Bufan is not a soft persimmon that can be pinched.

In the past, he could not care, but now, after experiencing the despair and pain of losing all force, he knows a truth more clearly.

Weakness is the original sin that the world has inflicted on all beings.