"Father, will Pharmacist Yang be in danger?"

The little county lord looked at Yang Fan, who was whispering in a low voice, and was a little apprehensive in his heart. She doesn't have much friendship with Yang Fan, but the other party is the key person in curing the second sister's strange illness.

Yuwen Yan contemplated and breathed, his eyes were still bright, sharp as a sword, as if he could penetrate people's hearts.

He glanced over there lightly, and found that Yang Fan was calm and calm, discussing something with Wushuang, and there was still some smile and expectation in his expression.

"Don't worry, Pharmacist Yang will be fine, in comparison, Wushuang may be more dangerous......"

Yu Wenyan remembered the previous confrontation between Yang Fan and Divine Doctor Lu in the side hall, and couldn't help but make up his mind: with Wushuang's heavy state at the moment, if he was an enemy with Yang Fan, most of them would not be able to please him.

"That's good, my father must have sent someone to protect him in secret. ”

The little county lord breathed a sigh of relief, and then his mouth pursed, and he looked at Na Wushuang angrily: "What is this guy, he ran to the palace half a year ago to make trouble, and he almost bullied the second sister, and now he is coming to the palace dinner to make trouble." Father, you must find a way to teach her a lesson......"

"Shut up!" Yu Wenyan glared at her fiercely: "Which round of these things will be asked by your girl's family." ”

"It's my father......" The little county lord immediately didn't dare to say anything, with a look of grievance, he came to Yu Wenxin's face, wiping his tears: "Woo...... Father has disciplined me again!"

Yu Wenxin smiled lightly, took her hand, and comforted: "Your father is in a bad mood now......

"Father is not defeated...... "The little lord complained.

Yu Wenxin sighed lightly and didn't speak, how could the battle between Wushuang and Yuwen Yan be as simple as it seemed?

"Okay, that's it!"

At this moment, on the other side, Yang Fan and Wushuang seemed to have reached some agreement, their eyes were facing each other, and the invisible divine light seemed to collide with sparks in the void.

Seeing this scene, Yan Wang Yu's eyes showed a hint of discoloration, and he didn't know what the two were doing.

"Come on, you heal me!" Wushuang said lightly: "This injury is the most serious since I came to Kyoto, under normal circumstances, I am afraid I will have to lie down for a month...... Ahem!"

In the end, he stroked his chest and coughed lightly twice, spit out another mouthful of blood from his mouth, and his face turned white again.

Yang Fan put his hand on his shoulder and began to heal Wushuang's injuries, and said slowly: "Your skills are not as profound as those of King Yan, so the injuries you suffer are more serious." ”

Hearing this, Wushuang was silent, and seemed to acquiesce to Yang Fan's evaluation.

"Huh...... Your body...... It was perfect!"

Yang Fan's Immortal Hongjue mana couldn't help but snort softly after entering Wushuang's body.

Ever since he was supposed to practice medicine, he didn't know how many people he had treated, and he knew a lot about the human body.

However, it was the first time he had seen such a perfect body as Wushuang.

His body proportions, bone structure, muscle distribution, blood flow, heart beating, and so on, all reached an unbelievable level.

With the body of Wushuang, even if he didn't have any mana or true qi, he was still an extremely qualified warrior.

In other words, it is a body born to fight.

Facing Yang Fan's strange gaze, a trace of waves flashed in Wushuang's indifferent eyes, and he said lightly: "How can you know how my body is refined?"

"Refined?" Yang Fan was slightly stunned, and said in surprise: "Isn't your physical body born with it?" ”

The body is determined at birth, which is like a talent or a spiritual root, and the transformation of the acquired is limited after all.

"My body, without any talent, should have been very ordinary, very ordinary, no better than any mortal......" The corners of Wushuang's mouth pursed slightly, as if there was a trace of pride, "But...... After 17 years of hard work, I was able to achieve perfect symmetry. With the same power, I punched it out, and the power was a few points greater than that of others. ”

When Yang Fan heard this, he was even more shocked in his heart, Wushuang's body was really refined, and it was after seventeen years of hard work.

Oh no...... Seventeen years?

"How old are you today?" Yang Fan suddenly asked curiously.

"Sixteen years old. "The unequaled way of thinking.

"How is that seventeen years? Are you ......?"

Yang Fan was taken aback and looked at Wushuang with a strange gaze.

"That's right. A rare smile appeared on Wushuang's face: "I started to transform this body when I beat my mother's womb, and this is the result I have today!"

"Are you snatching ......" Yang Fan lowered his voice: "Snatching away?"

"It's not. Wushuang shook his head: "Don't ask about this, I am sensible in my mother's womb, which can only prove that I am a genius!"

I'm a genius!

"This guy is too arrogant......" Yang Fan was even more speechless in his heart.

"Of course, if you're interested, I can tell you this set of recipes, but it's a pity that you can't start cultivating in your mother's womb, hehe......"

Wushuang seems to have no fears and precautions.

Yang Fan was healing him, and he felt that his cultivation was "Teng Teng Teng", and it felt very refreshing.

"What? Are you really willing to tell me such a valuable set of tricks?"

Yang Fan's face showed a look of astonishment, such a trick was simply unheard of.

"If you can defeat me...... Hahaha!" Wushuang raised his head and laughed, and after calming down, he said: "However, I feel that you want to beat me, I'm afraid it's very difficult to ......"

"Hard?"

When Yang Fan heard this, he was really a little unconvinced, but as a pharmacist at the moment, he took "saving lives and helping the wounded" as his own responsibility, and he didn't bother to fight with this madman.

When the two talked without any complaints, the Yanwang Mansion had regained calm, and under the arrangement of the chief manager, the guests dispersed one after another.

Because Wushuang's injuries were relatively serious, it took Yang Fan half an hour to heal most of them.

Yan Wang Yuwen Yan watched the situation here from afar, and his face was even more gloomy.

"Hmph! This Pharmacist Yang is so hateful, he actually ran to heal Wushuang!"

The little county lord said angrily, and his mood was very unhappy.

Yu Wenyan was just silent, and his face was very unpleasant.

"Yue'er, it's no wonder who is, he is still a free pharmacist, he has not joined any forces, and he is still my savior......"

Yuwen Xin sighed and persuaded.

The little county lord snorted lightly: "What the second sister said has some truth, but I just don't feel happy when I see him treating Wushuang!"

"Haha...... Almost, let you heal, this speed is too fast, the so-called three great doctors in Kyoto, most of their medical skills are not as good as you. ”

Wushuang asked Yang Fan to stop, he moved some muscles and bones in place, he was very satisfied, and praised Yang Fan's medical skills.

Yang Fan smiled and said nothing, but his heart was crooked, just half an hour of healing, his cultivation has improved a lot, and it is worth more than half a year of regular cultivation.

(To be continued)