Chapter 11 The old man turned out to be a master! The old god stick?
In less than twenty minutes, Yang Jian came directly outside the Beijing Military Region Hospital. After secretly sensing it, Yang Jian couldn't help but be shocked. Although it was already midnight, the garrison of the military region hospital was still extremely strict. Although there was nothing on the surface, Yang Jian sensed that there were more than a dozen secret whistles around the road from the gate to the outpatient building, and dozens of people were guarding them secretly.
You can imagine how terrifying this is. You should know that in this military hospital, some senior leaders are hospitalized or recuperated all year round, and there is no tolerance for any mistakes.
Seeing this, Yang Jian immediately pinched a handprint and walked in with a silly trick. No one noticed it. After all, although Yang Jian only had the innate realm, his methods were definitely far inferior to those of Jindan masters.
Soon Yang Jian came directly to the inpatient department behind the hospital, and the old man was arranged in the top intensive care unit. After Yang Jian looked at the building that was more than 30 floors, he immediately did not hesitate at all and was not ready to walk the corridor.
After confirming the old man's ward, Yang Jian found a corner that no one noticed, and his whole body flew up like a monkey. With the help of some windowsills on each floor, he came to the window of the old man's ward with the help of a few windowsills on each floor.
After all, Yang Jian is only innate realm and cannot achieve emptiness for the time being.
Through the window, Yang Jian found that there was no light on the ward. The only old man was lying quietly on a big bed in the entire ward. His face turned yellow and his breath was very weak. He looked like he had reached the point where the light was dry.
It was already midnight at this time. In addition to the people on duty who were hugging the whole corridor, the entire corridor was also extremely empty and seemed very quiet.
Yang Jian carefully opened the window, then jumped gently, and his whole body fell into the ward gently and steadily, and then carefully closed it again.
Looking at the old man lying on the hospital bed, Yang Jian's nose felt sore for no reason. Although the old man had grown a lot because of his age, from the old man's face and the faint aura on his body, he could vaguely see the old man's style of guiding the country back then. He had a feeling of a tiger and a heroic spirit.
He came to the hospital bed carefully, and Yang Jian gently poked out a hand and put it on the old man's wrist, wanting to check the old man's current situation.
"brush!"
But the next moment, just as Yang Jian's fingers touched the old man's wrist, a sharp aura suddenly burst out from the old man who was lying on the bed as if he was about to die. At the same time, his hands poked out like lightning, turned into a fist, and blasted towards Yang Jian's face.
"Damn!"
Yang Jian was immediately shocked by this sudden scene. However, Yang Jian had experienced countless struggles after all. Even though he was not strong enough, his combat experience still existed. When he saw his fist was about to fall on him, his forehead suddenly tilted, and then his right hand suddenly burst out and directly hit him with a punch.
"Bang bang bang..." The two of them directly hit three or four punches against each other. Then the old man stopped suddenly, looking at Yang Jian with a dazed look, as if he had seen something incredible.
"Yang Jian? Why are you??"
The old man couldn't help but yell, and the expression on his face could be said to be extremely wonderful.
"Isn't it me? Master, you really hurt us! You are still critically ill now? I'm afraid there will be no problem living for another 180 years!" Yang Jian couldn't help but speak.
In fact, Yang Jian was no better than Yang Dingbang at all, and he was extremely shocked.
After a few blows, Yang Jian discovered a fact that shocked him. That is, Yang Dingbang in front of him is very strong, at least not inferior to the ordinary warrior of the innate peak, and even the power that burst out to some extent is comparable to the foundation-building realm.
How could this not shock Yang Jian? However, what made Yang Jian a little strange was that there was no fluctuation of true energy on the other party's body. After a few bangs, Yang Jian discovered that the opponent's power was completely driven by qi and blood. Although Yang Dingbang in front of him looked like he was about to lose his appearance, his qi and blood were many times stronger than that of a thirty-year-old boy. He could be described as a rainbow of qi and blood.
"What a strange way of cultivation. I don't cultivate true qi, but only cultivate qi and blood, relying on qi and blood to burst out qi. It's interesting and interesting. It seems that I'm still a little too ignorant. Perhaps the cultivation of this ancestor star also has mysterious points!" Yang Jian thought secretly in his heart.
"Good boy, you really are such a bad boy, but when did you have such strong strength? I'm afraid you are no less than the warrior of Yu Huajin!" Yang Dingbang calmed down and his eyes fell on Yang Jian again. He kept looking at Yang Jian up and down.
Although Yang Jian's temperament at this time changed drastically from the time before, the feeling of bloodline connection is absolutely not wrong. A warrior at his level has a much better response to bloodline than ordinary people. Otherwise, Yang Dingbang would have suspected that Yang Jian had been dropped.
"I'll reach this level after practicing. I'm still in the middle of the night to save you. I didn't expect that you would deceive everyone in the world and make me suffer!" Yang Jian said helplessly.
"Okay, you guy, good, good, not bad, I didn't expect that your kid would hide so deeply. Even my old man had deceived him. Very good, indeed, he is worthy of being my grandson. I just said, how could my grandson of Yang Dingbang be a waste? Hey, what the old charlatan said is true, my grandson of my Yang family is indeed worthy of being my war god!" Seeing that Yang Jian didn't want to talk about his cultivation, Yang Dingbang did not ask, but spoke with excitement on his face.
"Old charlatan? What old charlatan?" After hearing this, Yang Jian was shocked for some reason, as if something had happened to him.
"I don't know if I say it. I haven't seen that old thing for twenty years. When you were born, that old guy appeared once, and then he told you a fortune telling, saying that you were confused before you were twenty years old, and you had a great disaster when you were twenty years old. After that, after you get through, you will jump over the dragon gate and soar into the sky! It seems that what the old guy said is indeed reliable! It is indeed worthy of being an old charlatan!" Yang Dingbang said to himself.