Urban mad young Ye Fan Tang Tang Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Three Famous generals from ancient times are like beautiful women, and they are not allowed to see white heads in the world!
Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Three Famous generals from ancient times are like beautiful women, and they are not allowed to see white heads in the world!
The old man's apology was extremely sincere.
When Ye Fan heard this, he turned around and walked back into the house again.
Looking closely, the old man was still sitting in the wheelchair, maintaining a military style, with his back straight like a spear, but the sharpness in his eyes was somewhat restrained.
From the outside, he looks like an ordinary old man.
However, just now, he didn't even move a finger, and he forced Ye Fan into that embarrassing situation with just his momentum.
Just imagine, if his body recovers and returns to its peak state, what a supreme existence he will be?!
Hold the stars in your hands, control the wind and thunder, cross the eternity, and cover the sky with a snap of your fingers!
Such a strong person should not be trapped in a wheelchair.
"Young man, what do you call me?" the old man suddenly asked.
"Ye Fan! May I ask the old gentleman his name?" Ye Fan asked respectfully.
"Xiang - break - army!"
These three simple words are sonorous, powerful, and resounding, giving people a feeling of fighting and fighting.
Ye Fan did not continue to ask about the old man's position.
A figure who can influence the big guys from all walks of life in Huahai, his identity is absolutely extraordinary!
But the old man's identity is very likely to involve state secrets. If he doesn't want to tell it, no matter how Ye Fan asks, it will be useless.
"Mr. Xiang, if you don't mind, I will take your pulse next!" Ye Fan said.
"Please!"
After receiving permission, Ye Fan slowly stepped forward, stretched out his right index and middle fingers, and placed them on Mr. Xiang's wrist.
On the other side, Leng Meiren still did not relax her vigilance, her whole body was tense and ready to go, her eyes were always fixed on him, for fear that he was planning something evil.
However, after a while, Ye Fan's brows furrowed into a Sichuan shape, his face was extremely gloomy, and he even showed a hint of shock.
He was surprised to find that there were eight completely different inner energies in Xiang Lao's body, some were cold, some were hot, some were domineering, or some were vicious...
The only thing that is the same is that these eight inner energies are all so powerful that even Ye Fan feels ashamed.
There is no doubt that the masters of these inner energies should also be powerful men in heaven!
After coming to this conclusion, Ye Fan's body was shocked, as if he had been shocked by electricity, and his heart was filled with huge waves. He was so surprised that he couldn't be more surprised.
You know, for most ordinary people, not to mention the powerful ones in heaven, even the Huangjing Grandmaster is a supreme existence.
In the mortal world, powerful men in heaven have already stood above millions of people, striving to be at the top of martial arts.
Ye Fan has seen very few powerful people in heaven.
When Ye Nantian led him to kill the Dongfang family in Yanjing, the Dongfang family invited three powerful men!
Hidden Sword Villa Duan Tianxiao!
Abbot Xuanzhen of Tianlong Temple!
Yaochi sect elder Yu Wuxia!
Later, Ye Nantian showed his invincibility and killed one person, crippled another and injured another!
It can be said to be unprecedented and unprecedented!
But now, Ye Fan is in Xiang Lao's body, feeling the remaining inner energy of the eight-path heavenly master.
Even if Mr. Xiang may not fight eight people at the same time, such a terrifying record is still shocking enough.
However, these eight completely different inner energies used Xiang Lao's body as a battlefield, fighting each other and frantically eating away at his body and meridians.
Even though from the outside, Mr. Xiang's body and bones are still strong, inside he is already riddled with holes and devastation.
Fortunately, Mr. Xiang was a powerful man in heaven and used his inner strength to protect his heart and brain, so that he could stay sane.
If it were anyone else, I'm afraid he would have been tortured to death!
But even so, due to the erosion of these internal energies, Xiang Lao could not move at all. Just staying alive had exhausted all his strength.
…
For a time, Ye Fan was in trouble.
Although his calamity-fighting needle is said to be able to ward off misfortune in all directions, it can bring the patient back from hell as long as he is still breathing.
But, those are all for ordinary people.
With Xiang Lao's current symptoms, even if Hua Tuo were alive and Bian Que was reborn, there would probably be nothing he could do but stare at him!
Because the root of the disease lies in the eight internal energies. If they are not resolved, Mr. Xiang cannot be cured!
Seeing his sad face, Mr. Xiang said:
"Young man, there is no need to be embarrassed! A long-term illness is a cure! I know best what's going on with my old bones! I'm afraid no one in the world can cure my injuries. Please come back!"
Ye Fan pondered for a moment, his eyes became firm, and he said in a deep voice:
"Mr. Xiang, I am a doctor and I will never give up on any patient! As long as there is still a glimmer of hope, I will do my best to treat him! Let me give you an injection and give it a try!"
"This... okay..." Mr. Xiang hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded in agreement.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan carefully unbuttoned Xiang Lao's military uniform.
"hiss!"
The next moment, when he saw Mr. Xiang's body clearly, Ye Fan couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, his pupils shrank sharply, and his breathing was stagnant.
Invisibly, it seemed as if a pair of big hands were squeezing his heart, almost suffocating him.
In his sight, Mr. Xiang's body was covered with all kinds of scars, criss-crossed, densely packed, hundreds of them, and there was not even a good piece of flesh.
The longest scar is more than two fingers wide, and its length is even more astonishing. It runs from the left shoulder to the right waist, almost running through the entire chest, like a terrifying centipede, which is shocking.
Such a scene brought an unprecedented visual impact to Ye Fan.
Scars are a man’s military medal!
He had already seen this before when he treated Mr. Luo.
But the scars on Mr. Luo's body are nothing compared to those of Mr. Xiang!
It’s hard to imagine what kind of horrific battles Mr. Xiang went through to leave such scars on his body!
Behind every scar represents a life-and-death battle, and outsiders cannot imagine how dangerous it is.
…
On the other side, seeing the surprised expression on Ye Fan's face, Mr. Xiang slowly said:
"What? Are you surprised?"
"Yeah! This is the first time I've seen such an injury!" Ye Fan said.
He knew that a strong man of Xiang Lao's level was naturally extremely strong physically, and ordinary weapons could not harm him at all.
Only a strong person in the same realm can hurt him like this.
At this time, Mr. Xiang said boldly again:
"I have fought in the military all my life and have experienced more than a thousand battles, large and small! The injury on my right leg was caused in Siberia! The injury on my left shoulder was caused by a mortar on the border of southern Yunnan!
As for the scar that runs through the chest, it was left in the Japanese country! In that battle, the Japanese Martial God led three nin emperors to surround me and fight for three days and three nights!
In the end, I was stabbed hard in the chest by the Japanese Martial God, and I almost died on the spot! But I was not at a loss, all three of the other ninja emperors were killed, and the Japanese Martial God was also hit by me, my vitality was severely damaged, and I did not dare to set foot in China.
!”
Mr. Xiang recounted the treasures from his family and spoke them eloquently, without any hint of showing off in his tone.
But when he heard it in Ye Fan's ears, his heart was filled with excitement. He wished he had been born more than ten years earlier, fought side by side with Xiang Lao, and went into battle to kill the enemy.
"Why……"
However, at the end of the sentence, Mr. Xiang sighed quietly. He was no longer as energetic as before, and a look of dejection appeared on his face, giving people a feeling of sluggishness. He continued:
"It's a pity... I'm already old and disabled. All those wonderful years have become a thing of the past. I can only be trapped in this small wheelchair, unable to move! I have a tiger in my heart, but I am powerless!"
Hearing this, Ye Fan's heart moved, and a sentence came to his mind -
Since ancient times, famous generals are like beauties, and they are not allowed to grow old in the world!
Heroes grow old while beauties grow old. This is the saddest thing in the world!
However, no matter how much power and wealth you possess, it will be difficult to withstand the erosion of time.
As a warrior, the best destination is the battlefield, where the body is wrapped in horse leather and the world is stained with blood.
For Xiang Lao, I am afraid he would rather die on the battlefield than spend the rest of his life in this wheelchair.
"call……"
Suddenly, Ye Fan took a deep breath, with a bright light shining in his eyes, as if he had made an important decision, and said word by word: "Lao Xiang, don't worry! I will do my best to treat your injuries!"
Although his voice was quiet, it was sonorous, powerful and firm.
Ye Fan took out the silver needle he carried with him from his pocket, his eyes stern, and his aura changed, becoming focused and dignified.
Immediately afterwards, he controlled the needle with Qi, flew the needle to the acupoints, and pricked the major acupoints on Mr. Xiang's body with the silver needle.