Chapter 416, Dragon is in China!

Crazy.

The staff are crazy.

The host is crazy.

Koreans are going crazy.

You have already won, and you still say that they cheat. If you cheat, will this be the result?

"I counted four times. There will be no errors." said the staff in charge of statistics. "I also want to know where the mistake is."

"Yes, Mr. Qin Luo, I believe in the work attitude of our civil servants. If you think there is something wrong, you can point it out to us. If it is really our mistake, we are willing to apologize to you." The host said with an unpleasant expression.

As a host of a competition, I should have been impartial, but no one who is accused of cheating may feel uncomfortable.

"I will naturally point it out." Qin Luo said.

Qin Luo pointed to the acupuncture and moxibustion of the bronze man's cross section where a little brother should have been installed, in a very hidden position, and said, "Where is there an stitch? One hundred and seventy-seven. I stitched it myself, and I know it better than all of you."

The camera's lens is close.

So, all the audience saw a ridiculous scene.

On the lower body of the bronze man who acupuncture is near the left side of the base of the thigh, there is a small red dot on a small dot that is easily overlooked by people's sight.

"Have you counted this acupoint?" Qin Luo asked seriously.

The staff member "I" was speechless. They never expected that this guy would be so vulgar. There were other acupoints that he didn't prick, but he just stabbed them somewhere.

That place is so narrow, how did he plunge into it?

The host also looked embarrassed and said to smooth things over: "Mr. Qin Luo, this is indeed a negligence from our staff. But they did not expect you to have a needle on that position."

"It proves that they do not recognize the acupoints." Qin Luo said unreasonably. "The underground acupoints are the major acupoints of the human body. This is the acupoints that must be learned by acupuncturers. How can they be ignored?"

"Yes. They will strengthen their studies in this area in the future." The host was so angry that he was so angry that he had to hold his smile on his face.

"That Chinese stick, he is bullying people."

"Oh my God. How could there be such an annoying person? Let him die. Let him die."

"I donate a month's salary when fighting against China. I donate a year's salary when fighting against this guy."

The audience in the stands were so cruel that they were itchy. If the police had not stopped him, someone would have wanted to rush up to fight Qin Luo for 300 rounds.

"Is the result of the game now out?" Qin Luo asked. He changed his low-key and restrained way, and his style of conduct began to become more and more vocal.

He walked to the bronze man, carefully stroked the acupuncture bronze man in front of him with his hands, and said with a careless look: "It's ours, it's ours after all. It can finally go back."

Originally, this was a sentence used to show off. But once he said it, countless Chinese people resonated with it. Even his own heart felt sour, as if something was rippling in his heart.

"This" host looked at Xu Fu with a embarrassed look, not knowing how to announce the result of such a competition to TV viewers across the country.

"I lost." Xu Fu said.

As soon as he spoke, the scene immediately became quiet.

Everyone looked at him silently, looking at the old man whom they regarded as gods.

Their gods actually failed?

How could God fail? Is that man really unstoppable?

Xu Fu did not laugh, nor did he cry. His expression was always calm. Since the staff said Qin Luo's number of needles, he has been in this form.

He took two steps forward, each step seemed to have a huge force, and each step seemed to step on the hearts of countless viewers on the scene, and on the hearts of countless Korean people who were guarding the live broadcast in front of the TV.

He took the microphone from the host and said in a low voice: "Now, let me announce the result of this game. Xu Fu lost."

When he said the words "lost", his expression finally showed a strange look. The muscles on his face twitched twice, and his brows also frowned tightly. All this was very short, and soon he returned to peace.

"I lost. But South Korea has not lost yet. I hope we will continue to work hard and achieve good results in the next game."

He returned the microphone to the host and whispered to her.

Then he sorted out the head crown and Korean clothes on his body, making the originally neat clothes more formal and orthodox.

Then, he bowed deeply to the front.

Then straighten your waist and bow to the audience on his left again.

Stand up again and bow to the audience on his left.

Every time he bowed in one direction, the Korean people sitting in the audience in that direction would quickly get up and return the salute to him. They could not bear the old god's worship.

After the three bows, most of the audience stood up.

"South Korea hasn't lost yet. South Korea won't lose."

"We won't lose. We can't lose."

"Korean Doctor, I support you"

Countless people shouted and shouted, and their eyes were filled with tears of excitement and humiliation.

Many Korean doctors sitting in the Korean contestants' seat also stood up and saluted Xu Fu.

Wherever Xu Donglin sat alone, it was a little abrupt and a little rude. Moreover, he was smiling, smiling charmingly and coldly.

His fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were directed at Qin Luo, his future opponent.

This man still defeated his grandfather and defeated his faith.

Today is destined to be an unforgettable day for South Korea and a sad day.

A generation of doctors was defeated in the battle, and a generation of flagpole fell.

This is the national tragedy!

The sorrow of the country!

"Alas." Wang Xiushen sighed heavily. "Xu Fu is a respectable opponent."

"Yes. He is indeed awesome. One hundred and sixty-four needles. This is already at the master level. But he encountered a little pervert."

"Although he lost, he still won the hearts of the people. Everyone's support for him remains unabated."

"What a pity. What a pity."

"We can respect him, but we cannot sympathize with him. Psychology with our opponents is the greatest humiliation to ourselves and others." Su Zi spoke softly, but the content was a clanging voice. "They can't afford to lose, and we can't afford to lose either. If we were the one who lost at this time, I believe everyone will feel even worse. This is not a matter of one person, but the entire nation will be humiliated with us."

These old guys looked at Su Zi in surprise, and then stopped talking.

In the dark and gloomy room, a woman with her body leaned against the sand.

Her body was naked, with plump breasts, perky buttocks, slender and enchanting waist, delicate and charming face. Her head was full of gold floating in messyness, and her purple lips had the magic that seduced people's hearts.

The index finger and middle finger of her left hand were sandwiched with a thick cigar. The nails were as dark as ink, which was breathtaking.

At this time, her eyes were on the large LCD TV in the room.

The TV is on, and the program of the traditional medicine competition in China and South Korea is being played.

When she saw Xu Fu admit defeat, she gently exhaled a sip of smoke.

"I originally had high hopes for him. It turns out that Xu Fu is so vulnerable."

Then, his gaze turned to Qin Luo's handsome face, who seemed particularly energetic because he had just won a big game, and said softly: "Little guy, you won again. It seems that Long is in China."

She reached out to catch a silver cell phone on the coffee table, dialed a number, and said, "The dragon-slaying plan can begin."

Xu Fu walked to Qin Luo, looked at the acupuncture bronze man who had been with him for decades, and said to Qin Luo: "This is yours. You can bring it back to China."

"I'm afraid there is no good luck." Qin Luo said in a dilemma.

Winning Xu Fu only added a lot of money to his resume.

Xu Fu is not an ordinary person, but a medical saint. He is not a Chinese, but a Korean.

With these two factors, domestic media may make a big speculation. How can such a thing that promotes our country's power not celebrate with the people?

Qin Luo was not at peace. He was very happy.

It's not because he won, but because he didn't lose.

Without losing, he brought honor to himself. Without losing, he brought honor to the Chinese people. Without losing, everything he did had meaning and life. Without losing, the grievances of those injured were not in vain, and blood did not flow in vain.

When the Koreans in the future say something they understand, China can say something: Since you say it is understood by you, why are your medical saints not as good as our Qin Luo?

In that case, their expressions must be colorful, right?

Also, Qin Luo was extremely relieved when he was able to bring back this missing Tiansheng Acupuncture Copper Man who had been missing for a hundred years.

This is a good thing that can destroy the Korean medical style and get large prizes, which is really hard to refuse. It is always a bit uncomfortable to hide the treasures of your own country in other countries.

"This is yours." Xu Fu said. He nodded to Qin Luo, then walked towards the audience.

He has wide sleeves and wide robe and his steps are light, like a god.

However, he seemed to have lost his energy and spirit all of a sudden, and he also lost the glory that life deserves.

His face was dark, his eyes were dull, and his sight was no longer focused. Everyone regarded him as a god, and others were gods with emotions and six desires. He longed for success and hated failure.

Moreover, it can be seen that this failure hit him very hard.

It was not until this moment that the Korean people realized that the God of Medicine was old.

It was not until this moment that Xu Donglin realized that his grandfather was really old.

The hero is old, but that's it.

The old hero quits the stage and a new idol emerges.

"Now, we are invited to express our gratitude to Mr. Qin Luo, the host said gritting his teeth, wishing he could rush up to chew Qin Luo a few mouthfuls.

Qin Luo smiled and walked towards the direction where the host stood.
Chapter completed!