"Bullshit Divine Doctor, my father was killed, and you just came out in a pretend, how can there be heavenly reason?"

The young scholar angrily accused, his eyes were full of infinite hatred, and he couldn't wait to swallow Yang Fansheng with that look.

"Woooooooooo......oo It was you, it was you who killed my father! You pretended to be a miracle doctor, and you did not dare to cure my father's illness, so that his old man would not be able to turn a blind eye!"

The girl's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she knelt in front of the stretcher and threw herself into the arms of the deceased, crying incessantly, and the misery was extreme.

"Fellow villagers, fathers and elders, you all give comments, such a person dares to call himself a miracle doctor, how can such a medical hall stand at the feet of the Son of Heaven in Kyoto?"

The young scholar clenched his fists at the lively people around him, and said indignantly.

"Yes, how can such a person be qualified to be called a miracle doctor? We can go to the court to testify for you. ”

Someone next to him immediately accused.

"The doctor in this clinic is really unconscionable, just opened the clinic, and killed a person, fortunately I didn't let my old father come here to see a doctor. ”

......

Outside the medical hall, there was an uproar and chaos, and everyone was talking about it, accusing Yang Fan and his Xianhong Medical Center of false accusations.

Of course, there are guards in the way, and they can only scold.

"Calm. Yang Fan finally spoke, "Your drama is almost done." ”

His voice is not big or small, but it contains a kind of mockery that goes deep into the soul of the bone marrow and is naked.

Suddenly, everyone quieted down, and the young scholar and girl seemed to have been hit by the vital point, and they were speechless for a while, only to feel a compelling coercion pressing directly in their hearts.

Looking up, Yang Fan's sharp gaze seemed to penetrate their souls.

"Hmph...... No matter how you quibble, it's an indisputable fact that my father died in your hospital. ”

The young scholar is very inward-looking.

"He's dead?" Yang Fan pursed his lips and smiled, turning his head and walking towards the old man on the stretcher, obviously a little unconvinced.

"My father has already lost his breath, and the doctor has seen it, do you, who claim to be a miracle doctor, still want to deny it?"

The young scholar said violently, then raised his hand and glanced at the people around him who were looking at the human brains, and said with awe-inspiring righteousness: "There are thousands of people behind me to testify, even if you have iron teeth and bronze teeth, you can't slander this fact. ”

"Whether you are dead or not, you have to let the healer decide. Yang Fan sneered, squatted down, and put his hand on the wounded's vein.

After a moment, he muttered, "It seems that he died less than half a cup of tea......"

"Hahaha...... the young scholar laughed loudly: "What's the matter, now you are willing to admit the facts." ”

The surrounding mortals were in an uproar again, and began to shout and condemn.

Yang Fan said coldly: "Your father is dead, do you need to be so happy?"

"You ......" The smile on the young scholar's face suddenly stiffened, and the people around him were also stunned.

"Hmph, you deliberately carried the dying person to my medical hall, what is your intention, who instructed you to come!"

Yang Fan snorted coldly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the powerful coercion, like a jack of giant hammers, slammed into the young scholar's head, and the sound sounded in his ears like muffled thunder.

Thump!

The young scholar was frightened, sat on the ground, and looked at Yang Fan in fear.

With Yang Fan's soul realm in the foundation period, a slight impact of divine consciousness frightened him, and his soul did not possess his body.

If he were to kill him, a powerful spiritual shock would make ordinary mortals instantly become idiots.

"Woooooooooo......oo You are ashamed to be a miracle doctor, you can't cure your father's illness, and now you are bullying my brother again. ”

The girl's crying was even more miserable, which made people sympathize.

"Hehe, okay, since you say so, then Yang will let your father 'wake up' and take a look. ”

Yang Fan took out an iron box from his body and opened it, revealing a row of silver needles of different sizes.

His movements attracted the attention of everyone in the audience, and the pharmacist who was watching from behind said with a strange expression: "Does he want to come back to life?"

Back!

Everyone on the field, whether it was an ordinary mortal, a secular doctor, or an immortal cultivator and a pharmacist, all held their breath and stared at Yang Fan's movements.

Yang Fan first took out a silver needle and slowly injected mana into it, and a trace of strange highlights bloomed in his eyes.

"Cangyun, you help me with a hand, and I will get the needle for me later. Yang Fan was engrossed in his attention and commanded.

"Yes, Master Divine Doctor!" Cang Yun's eyes flashed with strange colors, and he walked behind Yang Fan and took out eight silver needles according to his request.

Yang Fan concentrated, holding a silver needle in his hand, and in his deep eyes, only the tiny silver needle remained, as if he had injected a body of spirit into it.

At this moment, there was a dead silence on the field, and even if a needle dropped, it could be heard clearly.

At a certain moment, Yang Fan's pupils shrank, and the silver needle in his hand fell like lightning, flashing with a trace of strange and transparent color, and that brilliance was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Burst!

The silver needle pierced a strange point next to the temple in the old man's brain.

Suddenly, the eyes of the old man who had died suddenly opened, which made everyone on the field feel cold, and there was chaos immediately.

"Hand the needle, three on the left. Yang Fan's mind was almost all focused on the old man, and he reached out to take the needle.

Cang Yun immediately handed him the three silver needles as requested.

Poof!

Three silver rays in a row pierced the other three parts of the old man's head.

The old man's body trembled suddenly, as if convulsive.

Wow!

Everyone on the field was shocked, and the timid people let out a burst of exclamation.

"Hand the needle, nine large ones in the middle. Yang Fan continued to prick the needle.

Poof!

A touch of cold light emitted in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he took out nine needles from Cangyun's hand and inserted them into various parts of the old man's body.

"The last shot!"

Yang Fanwang didn't look at Cangyun, and in the iron box, there was still a strange silver needle shining with an emerald luster.

Taking over this extraordinary silver needle, Yang Fan inhaled and condensed, the Yuan Shen in the center of his divine consciousness rippled with a trace of light waves, and the power of the Immortal Hongjue in his body flowed endlessly, surging with a gentle and friendly aura.

Cangyun squatted behind Yang Fan, looking at his side face, a hint of discoloration flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, his heartbeat accelerated slightly, and a layer of sweat appeared in his palms.

Yang Fan's spirit and spirit were integrated, and he faintly felt a trace of abnormality in the air, and a faint killing intent was captured by him.

Where does the killing machine come from?

So, the last stitch he lifted into the air stiffened.

In fact, this strange set of silver needles was learned from the jade slip given by the hunchbacked old man.

However, according to the advantages of his own "Immortal Fortune", Yang Fan simplified the obscure and complicated method to the extreme.

This set of acupuncture methods can not only heal injuries and diseases, but even bring the newly dead back to life for a while.

Of course, in order to successfully perform this technique, the following basic conditions must be met: first, the deceased must have just died, and the longer the time, the greater the difficulty. Second, the soul of the deceased must remain intact and not dispersed, and if the soul is broken, it is meaningless. Thirdly, the body of the deceased must have a certain intact surname, and the more vitality that remains in the body, the greater the hope. Fourth, the soul realm of the caster is much higher than that of the dead.

When he was in Wuliu Town, Yang Fan once experimented on some small animals and verified the success of this technique.

However, this silver needle technique requires the use of soul power, and the energy must be highly concentrated.

If someone attacks Yang Fan at this juncture, it will be much more troublesome

"It turned out to be his ......"

Yang Fan's hand stiffened in mid-air, the corners of his mouth pursed slightly, he had already deduced a thing or two, and that faint killing intent was mostly from Cangyun behind him.

With a secret sigh in his heart, Yang Fan's last stitch slowly fell, and his energy was highly concentrated......

At this time, Cangyun looked at him with a complicated expression, and there was a trace of struggle on his face, which disappeared in an instant.

Puff -

The last needle actually pierced the old man's heart.

"Ahh

The heart began to beat, the breathing sounded, and the blood flowed......

The old man's face also had a little more blood.

"Alive! alive!"

I don't know who exclaimed, and in an instant, the whole crowd was in a sensation.

Back!

It worked!

The young scholar and the girl were stunned, unbelievable.

"Resurrection!

"Divine Doctor! Worthy of being a legendary divine doctor!"

The crowd was sensational, and the people looked at Yang Fan with admiration and respect.

And the apprentices, doctors, and pharmacists in the medical hall were all shocked to the extreme, and Yang Fan at this moment, in their eyes, was like a god.

"It's just a flashback......"

Yang Fan said coldly, and then put a hand on the old man's shoulder and injected the mist of life.

Under normal circumstances, bringing the deceased back to life in this way can only allow him to live for a few moments at most.

Hearing what Yang Fan said, everyone calmed down, but they still couldn't suppress the excitement and shock in their hearts.

Even if it's just a return to the light, it is an ironclad fact to bring the dead back to life.

"Old man, you were on the verge of death, but I pulled you back from before the ghost gate was closed. ”

Yang Fan said with a smile while injecting the mist of life. Yang Fan didn't tell the old man that he was dead, because it was a bit shocking, and he was afraid that the other party wouldn't accept it. What's more, in the immortal cultivation world, if the soul is immortal, it is not considered real death.

"Thank you, Divine Doctor...... the old man coughed lightly and said with emotion: "Not long ago, my consciousness fell into darkness, and I thought I was dead......

"Excuse me, are these two your second daughters?" Yang Fan pointed to the young scholar and girl opposite and asked the old man.

"They?" the old man looked at the two in confusion, shook his head, and said, "I don't know them...... Xiao Lao'er was originally just a wandering beggar. ”

"Ah!" the young scholar and the maiden were dead-faced,

The big men who were in charge of carrying the stretcher were all shocked, and secretly said badly: "Run!"

Yang Fan snorted coldly: "Take them!"

With a "bang", more than a dozen guards nearby rushed up, and the cold light of the weapons exuded a terrifying killing aura under the reflection of the sunlight.

Without resistance, the young scholar and the girl were captured alive by the guards.

"Suppress them and interrogate them after the opening ceremony. ”

Yang Fan commanded.

"You are not in power, nor are you a fast catcher, and you have no right to arrest me! You are ignoring the royal law!"

The young scholar Chestyri roared.

"Wang Fa?" Yang Fan was slightly stunned, feeling amused, in his memory, it seemed that there were no two words.

At this moment, a loud voice resounded throughout the audience: "King Yan has arrived—"

(To be continued)