Seeing that they didn't say anything about his physical problems, Zhuang Bufan was a little irritable, and interjected, "Elder Jing, can you take a look at my body and let me know my physical condition?"

Jing Yan listened, nodded, and sobered up from Zhuang Bufan's words that he wanted to become the "strongest existence".

"Okay, you take your hand out and let me take a good look at it. Jing Lao said with a smile, and Zhuang Bufan did as he said.

When Jing Lao put his hand on Zhuang Bufan's pulse and carefully explored the condition, his brows furrowed, as if he had encountered an incurable symptom.

Zhuang Bufan knew that he should not be in a hurry, and waited patiently for Jing Lao.

After a long time, Jing Lao put down his hand, shook his head and said, "Look at your muscles and veins, they are seriously damaged, and it is impossible to repair them." ”

Suddenly......

Zhuang Bufan's face was as white as paper, and listening to Jing Lao's words was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Originally, he still had expectations, but he didn't expect that in the past few days, what he was waiting for would be such a result.

"But," Jing Lao began, "I have a solution to it." ”

Not......

is old, and he speaks slowly, and half of his words almost make Zhuang Bufan breathless.

Zhuang Bufan's face regained its rosiness, and his eyes were glowing softly, "Yes, what way?"

"Your muscles and veins are caused by a forced breakthrough, but the injury is much more serious than normal, and if you want to recover, you must reshape your veins. ”

Jing Lao squinted his eyes and said leisurely.

Zhuang Bufan is naturally aware of this, if he really wants to reshape the veins, this can be ......

It's better than never being able to cultivate, but then you have to cultivate again.

"Okay, I promise, you can teach me how to repair my veins. ”

Song Bai also said this, but he didn't expect that his master was very powerful and would have the means to repair the muscles and veins.

"How do you repair your veins? This requires holy water, and I have a bottle to use, but there are still complicated means to be used, so you have to be prepared. ”

Jing Lao took out a transparent white porcelain vase, Zhuang Bufan looked at this porcelain vase, and knew that this small porcelain vase was the hope for him to regain his intact muscles.

With fiery eyes, he said with a dry mouth, "I know this, I'm not afraid of any difficulties, as long as I can repair my veins, I can do anything." ”

"Okay, you look ready, in fact, I don't need to say, anyone who loses their force will choose this path. ”

Jing Lao's pale eyebrows were raised, and he said solemnly, "However, this pain is very unimaginable, if you can't bear this bitter fruit, you may get death." ”

There is nothing wrong with it, there are pros and cons to everything, and it is impossible to repair the muscles and veins and restore the force without a price.

Yes, it is impossible without a price.

"I don't care about any of that, I just want to get back into force. ”

Zhuang Bufan affirmed, seemingly blind to these costs.

It's not that he ignores it, but it's the desire for force that makes him acceptable to any price.

Zhuang Bufan nodded again and told Jing Lao that he could bear all this price.

Can you afford it?

Jing Lao put down his hand and put away the jade bottle, "Okay, since that's the case, I'll explain to you the preparations." ”

Jing Lao pulled Zhuang Bufan aside and talked with him carefully.

Zhuang Bufan nodded, with a solemn look on his face, which had to make people wonder what they were talking about.

When Zhuang Bufan returned to the house, he couldn't wait to take off his shirt, looked at the marks on his chest, and took a deep breath.

He took the medicine bottle out of nowhere, applied the ointment to his chest, and spread it as much as possible on Ren Du's second vein, so that he could sleep peacefully.

The night passed, and in the early morning, Zhuang Bufan got up early and went to the place agreed with Jing Lao to prepare for a thorough washing of tendons and marrow.

That's right, if you want to repair your tendons, you have to break it and stand up, and what Zhuang Bufan applied last night was the snakeskin plaster that everyone is familiar with.

Snake skin plaster, the effect is the same as that of a snake's molting, it has the effect of rejuvenating, but everyone is envious of the healing elixir.

"You're here......" At this time, from behind the rockery, an old voice came.

"Yes, I'm here. Zhuang Bufan nodded, his eyes on the source of the sound.

On the rockery, a figure of fairy wind dao bone appeared, came to Zhuang Bufan's face, looked at Zhuang Bufan's face, and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's very good, I can put on a snakeskin plaster and speak so easily, I really don't mean ordinary people. ”

The corners of Zhuang Bufan's mouth hooked up a smile, and he didn't care about boasting like this, "It's nothing, it's just a little pain." ”

Jing Lao stood with his hands in his hands, nodded and said, "Okay, if you have this endurance, I believe you can survive the next hurdle." ”

"Okay, you hurry up. I didn't sleep all night, just waiting for the sooner time I could resume my strength. ”

Zhuang Bufan had dark circles under his eyes, resisted the urge to yawn, and said lightly.

"Okay, you stay by the lake, take off your shirt, and let me be lucky enough to treat you. ”

Jing Lao didn't say anything more, waved his big hand, and ordered Zhuang Bufan to go to the lake, while he prepared his unique acupuncture technique.

He also took out the elixir that he had shown Zhuang Bufan to treat broken muscles and veins, and applied it to Zhuang Bufan's back and chest.

Immediately afterwards, under Jing Lao's arrangement, Zhuang Bufan was angry with the dantian, endured the severe pain in the dantian, and let Jing Lao knead his upper body.

And performed acupuncture, piercing silver needles in the major acupoints of his body.

Yes......

The pain erupted, and one felt the sharp pain that consumed the soul and bones.

But none of this made Zhuang Bufan let out even the slightest snort.

In order to remain rational, it is necessary to swallow the bitter fruit, and in order to become the strongest existence, what is this pain?

Jing Lao looked at all this, and showed admiration for Zhuang Bufan, this young man is amazing.

He was an alchemist, had seen many patients, knew how difficult the pain was, and many people took anesthetics in order to be less painful.

If it weren't for Zhuang Bufan's special condition, he couldn't use anesthetics, otherwise, Jing Lao would not have let Zhuang Bufan suffer so much.

But it is precisely because of this that Jing Lao admires, he has lived for most of his life, and he has never seen such a tolerant character.

In order not to let Zhuang Bufan's pain continue, and to see that Zhuang Bufan could really endure it, Jing Lao opened his mouth and suggested, "Do you want to speed it up?" It's just that it will be more painful, if you can't bear it, ......

"No, speed up, I can bear it. ”

Zhuang Bufan gritted his teeth and said that he had lived for most of his life, more than ten years, and there was nothing left, except for one thing he was better than anyone else.

That's how to endure it......

Strong...... With this kind of pain, how could he not even snort?

Jing Lao was shocked, how patient this guy had to be with pain before he could face needle, and there was also a strange air flow entering his body, shattering his tendons and veins, and reshaping them.

This cramp-like method is creepy just thinking about it.

If you think about it, holding a scalpel and picking out your tendons, the most fragile tendons, little by little, this kind of pain that torments people's nerves is unimaginable.

However, the young man in front of him didn't even let out a moan of pain, but the sweat on his forehead flowed down like a waterfall, revealing his pain.

The tense state of the body undoubtedly does not indicate how much Zhuang Bufan endures this pain.

Otherwise, Jing Lao really suspected that his patient was a piece of wood, not a human ......