In fact, Tang Wanping didn't look down on Xiao He at all as she said.
Early this morning, Tang Shiwei had abdominal pain just as Xiao He had diagnosed that day. So the Tang family called the capital to send someone to treat her, and at the same time asked her to come see the so-called miracle doctor Chen Shougong said.
At first, she only thought that Xiao He was a blind cat who caught a dead mouse, and that he was right about her father's symptoms. But after hearing Chen Shougong's words, she knew that Xiao He's medical skills were not as simple as she thought.
It's just that she was born into a wealthy family, so how could she lower her head towards Xiao He, so she still spoke to Xiao He in a charitable tone.
"hehe!"
Xiao He sneered and said: "Tang Wanping, I still said the same thing, if you want me to treat you, you and your daughter will go to the steel factory and kneel for three days."
"Otherwise, just wait and collect my body for you!" Xiao He's expression was extremely cold.
Tang Shiwei and his daughter not only humiliated him and Lin Zhiruo with words that day, but later also worked with Qin Yunhao to fight against him. Even if the other party was a patient, Xiao He would never be soft-hearted.
Tang Wanping gritted her teeth, and the heavy makeup on her face almost fell off due to the twitching of her face, "Xiao He, don't just rely on your reputation as a curator to have your tail raised to the sky."
"In my eyes, you are just a country bumpkin."
Hearing the word "curator", the middle-aged man next to Tang Wanping raised his head and took a look at Xiao He.
"Uncle Wang, don't you want to practice with someone from Jincheng? Let me introduce to you, this is the director of the Suzaku Martial Arts School. If you can bring him to my father today, I will ask my mother to vigorously
I support you in assuming the position of martial arts elder."
Since Xiao He was in trouble, Tang Wanping didn't mind letting him suffer, and her confidence was the middle-aged man beside her.
Xiao He had naturally noticed a long time ago that the middle-aged man wearing a black tunic suit next to Tang Wanping had high bulges in his temples, the knotted muscles on his body almost bursting out of his clothes, and a fierce aura between his brows.
A warrior's strength is probably around the peak of the Huang rank.
"Xiao He, let me tell you, Uncle Wang is the deputy director of the Jingcheng Martial Arts School. It is not something that you, the little Jincheng Gym Manager, can handle."
"If you are sensible, come with me. I will give you a reward for curing my father. If you don't, you will spend your next life in a wheelchair!" Tang Wanping threatened in a sinister tone.
The middle-aged man glanced at Xiao He with a smile, "Young man, actually I hope you can refuse Miss Tang's request, so that I can destroy you."
Obviously he didn't take Xiao He seriously at all. Such a young curator was probably the result of that old guy Jiang Zhenhai's nepotism.
"You want to destroy me?" Xiao He said every word, his eyes as sharp as lightning, and the middle-aged man felt a sense of provocation.
He frowned, then relaxed his eyebrows, "Haha, Jincheng is really shallow and there are so many idiots!"
"How can a ignorant kid like you be the curator?"
"It seems that Jiang Zhenhai's reputation is indeed in vain!"
He has been practicing martial arts for forty years, and has killed many people who have practiced some Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu and claim to be the best in the world. In his opinion, Xiao He is one of them.
"Boy, I will give you one last chance. If you don't want to die, just go with Miss Tang. Otherwise, you will never be able to walk out of this door standing today."
The middle-aged man has a stern appearance and a sluggish appearance.
Xiao He smiled instead of getting angry, and said calmly: "Since I debuted, many people have said the same thing to me as you, but their fate was either my legs were broken, or their mouths were completely shut."
"Which one do you want to do?"
The middle-aged man was angry. His thick eyebrows instantly stood up like two cold blades, and fire seemed to burst out of his eyes. A young boy who had only practiced kung fu for a few days actually acted like a peerless master in front of him.
, isn’t this seeking death?
Tang Wanping sneered contemptuously, "What a toad-swallowing tone, Xiao He, do you think you can dominate Jincheng and yell at me in front of the masters in the capital?"
"Uncle Wang, teach me a lesson, this brat who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth."
"Just let him breathe so that he can treat my father."
The middle-aged man couldn't hold himself back for a long time. After hearing Tang Wanping's words, he jumped up and kicked his toes on a pair of chopsticks on the dining table. The chopsticks were like two iron shuttles, drilling into Xiao He's chest.
go.
His fist followed closely, trying to knock Xiao He away with one punch when Xiao He was overwhelmed.
"Mr. Xiao, be careful!" Chen Shougong shouted to remind Xiao He as he stepped back.
But Xiao He didn't move an inch. The middle-aged man's strength was not as good as that of a stone, so how could he hurt himself?
Seeing that Xiao He refused to dodge in the face of the chopsticks blessed by his strength, the middle-aged man's first reaction was that Xiao He did not know whether to live or die. You must know that his hand can penetrate even a cement wall, not to mention this kid's physical body.
fetal.
However, a scene that shocked him appeared in the next second. The chopsticks he kicked out were more than ten inches in front of Xiao He and could no longer move forward, as if there was an invisible wall blocking the front.
The middle-aged man's complexion suddenly turned extremely pale.
Let the anger out!
A Xuan-level warrior, this boy is actually a Xuan-level warrior!
There is a saying in the martial arts world that a fly cannot be added, and a fly cannot fall. This describes the ability of a Xuan-level warrior. Even if a fly accidentally lands on him, he will be shocked to death by the energy emanating from his body.
And this person's energy is so strong that he can't even use chopsticks with his own energy to break through. His strength is probably at least in the middle stage of Xuan level!
Damn it, I was careless!
This idea appeared in the middle-aged man's mind in a flash of lightning. He twisted his body and was about to escape in another direction.
He had no chance of winning against a Xuan-level warrior.
But how could Xiao He let him escape so easily.
Fight whenever you want and leave whenever you want. Do you really think that Xiao He is a soft persimmon?
Xiao He's footsteps touched the ground, and his figure left dozens of afterimages in the private room. It was Jiang Zhenhai who taught him the magic step yesterday.
"Pah!" Xiao He slashed the middle-aged man's arm that had not yet withdrawn with his knife.
Another knee hit followed, hitting the middle-aged man's abdomen fiercely. The middle-aged man flew backwards as if he had been hit by a speeding truck.
"Bang!" He hit the wall with a sound, and his whole body stuck to the wall for two or three seconds, and then slowly slid down like a broken line in a painting.
When he fell down, his pupils were dilated and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The arm that was cut by Xiao He felt cold at first, and then there was burning pain. A stream of hot and wet liquid dripped down the lowered arm. He knew that the bones of his hand had been cut off.
Strong, too strong!
It was so powerful that he had no power to fight back.
Suddenly seeing this scene, Tang Wanping opened her mouth in disbelief, like a fish out of water, trying to breathe hard.
She had seen Xiao He fight yesterday and knew that Xiao He had some skills, but since she was not a warrior, she didn't know how powerful Xiao He was.
From the perspective that the Tianwu Association in the capital is the supreme martial arts in the Dragon Kingdom, she naturally believes that the warriors in the capital are better than the warriors anywhere.
But he didn't expect that the middle-aged man would be so vulnerable in front of Xiao He.