"A true master will make the power of the Heart-cutting Palm gather together and never disperse!"
While Jiang Xiaobai was talking, he took out a few silver needles from his body, used his inner strength, and began to acupuncture on the old man's chest.
After a while, more than a dozen needles fell.
Jiang Xiaobai was using his internal strength at this moment and pressed again. The body of the lying old man trembled, and a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"That's it!"
There was a sound when Jiang Xiaobai closed the needle.
"Hey, where are the palm prints?"
Xiang Tai's voice sounded, his face full of sarcasm.
That's right, no trace of a palm print could be seen on the injured old man's chest.
Naturally, he would not let go of this opportunity to ridicule.
"Is your brain full of shit?"
Jiang Xiaobai glanced at Xiang Tai, frowned and said: "This master may not necessarily fight from the front, but may also attack from behind, you know? As long as the internal strength is deep enough, the same effect can be achieved!"
After saying that, Jiang Xiaobai stopped talking nonsense and directly turned the old man sideways and tore open the clothes at the back.
In an instant, the faces of everyone present changed simultaneously.
Because a bright red palm print suddenly appeared on the injured old man's back.
The five middle-aged men looked at each other, all a little shocked.
No one was talking at this moment, and at the same time, the contempt for Jiang Xiaobai was completely eliminated.
Ma Xingyun took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Xiaobai with a different look.
Xie Qing's face was filled with admiration.
He is worthy of being a member of the Jiang family.
sharp!
"We didn't check our backs just now. Maybe this palm print has already existed!" Xiang Tai said coldly at this moment.
He just felt unhappy with Jiang Xiaobai and wanted to take action against him.
The main reason is the palm prints of foreign tribes.
It was taken away by a junior, and this junior also joined the Spiritual Academy.
Through his information investigation, this person was mentioned as A in Xiangjiang level.
It's obviously Jiang Xiaobai.
Jiang Xiaobai frowned. Just when he was about to speak, the white-haired old man from the martial arts academy said: "I have seen it before, and the palm print does not exist!"
To put it simply, let Xiangtai speak at a loss for words without any rebuttal.
"Little brother, can you cure me?" the white-haired old man looked at Jiang Xiaobai and asked.
"Yes, but I'm not absolutely sure. It's 97 to 80 percent certain!" Jiang Xiaobai nodded lightly.
The white-haired old man coughed dryly.
This guy... is indeed a bit pretentious!
However, he likes this kind of pretentious character, which makes people feel at ease easily. He immediately said: "Excuse me, little brother. If the treatment is successful, I will add more points for you!"
"good!"
Jiang Xiaobai nodded slightly, raised his hand and the silver needle appeared, and began to apply the acupuncture.
Why use silver needles instead of Taiyi Ling needles?
The reason is very simple, there is no way to kill a chicken with a bull's knife...
After more than twenty needles fell, Jiang Xiaobai raised his head and looked at the white-haired old man and said, "Give me a dagger!"
The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, then turned around and took a dagger and handed it to Jiang Xiaobai.
Jiang Xiaobai held the dagger and narrowed his eyes slightly. The moment the golden flames pulsated in his eyes, they penetrated directly into his heart.
Not much, just less than an inch.
The moment the dagger was drawn out, Jiang Xiaobai ducked away, and at that moment a stream of blood spurted out. Xiang Tai was the closest, and it covered his face.
Xiang Tai was stunned. This guy definitely did it on purpose.
"Blood is poisonous!"
Jiang Xiaobai's voice sounded faintly: "But don't worry, it won't kill you, but it will make your face paralyzed for about an hour!"
Xiang Tai's face changed slightly, he glared at Jiang Xiaobai angrily, and ran out quickly.
He wants to wash his face.
After Jiang Xiaobai watched Tai leave, he continued to perform acupuncture on the old man, his internal energy slowly moving in the process.
Occasionally jumping, the technique is mysterious.
Half an hour later, Jiang Xiaobai retracted the needle, finally raised his right hand and landed directly on the old man's chest.
With his internal energy surging, the old man groaned, opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
At this moment, Jiang Xiaobai touched his pulse gate, forehead, and even his heart pulse.
Finally he stood up and said: "Paper and pen!"
After hearing this, the white-haired old man directly ordered people to do it.
When he brought it over, Jiang Xiaobai took up his pen and wrote down a prescription: "He is still injured internally and needs to be attacked slowly. Follow this prescription to prepare the medicine, swallow it when cool, and he should be able to recover within half a month!"
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"Then when will he wake up?" the white-haired old man asked curiously.
"Let's go later..."
Jiang Xiaobai's voice was a little uncertain.
And just after he finished speaking, a coughing sound sounded, and the old man half sat up.
Everyone present looked at this scene and were all shocked.
Ma Xingyun clapped his hands at this moment, looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said: "Awesome, it is indeed a tsunami!"
He was a little lucky that Jiang Xiaobai was here.
Otherwise, if they follow their method, something might actually happen.
When Ma Xingyun's voice fell, the five middle-aged men looked ashamed.
But they also find it hard to believe.
Wasn't this guy forced to raise his level?
How come your medical skills are so good?
It's so surprising.
At this time, the white-haired old man came to the bedside, looked at the injured old man and said, "How is it?"
Just as the old man was about to speak, he coughed violently again, and his face looked paler. When blood clots were coughed out of his mouth, his face became slightly rosier.
"See the Supreme Elder!"
The injured old man looked at the white-haired old man and said something, then raised his head and looked at Ma Xingyun and others: "Thank you to the people at the Spiritual Academy!"
"We didn't do anything. If you want to be grateful, just thank this little brother!"
Ma Xingyun smiled and pointed at Jiang Xiaobai.
The injured old man was stunned for a moment, looking a little unbelievable.
So young?
"It was indeed this little brother who saved you!"
The voice of the white-haired old man sounded.
"Thank you, little brother!" After hearing this, the injured old man looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said, his face full of gratitude.
When he was unconscious due to his injuries, he really thought he was going to die.
Unexpectedly, he came back alive.
"It's a piece of cake!"
Jiang Xiaobai shook his head and said: "In the next period of time, you need to take medicine on time and don't stop. In addition, there is still residual congestion in your lungs and you may cough for a few days!"
"But don't worry, it's okay, don't take it too seriously!"
"Thank you!"
The injured old man nodded again.
"Tell me what's going on!"
The white-haired old man looked at the injured old man, his expression a little solemn.
"In this way... we will go out first!"
Ma Xingyun's voice sounded. Some of the words were matters related to the martial arts academy and they were not in a position to listen.
After saying that, he took the lead and left, and several people followed him out at the same time.
Jiang Xiaobai was actually a little curious.
Being able to utilize the Cutting Heart Palm to this extent is an absolute master of the inner world.
But Ma Xingyun was right. There were some things that were really not convenient for him to listen to, so he followed at the back.
But on the way out, his hearing opened up.
He felt that it was not convenient for him to stand in front of others and listen, but he could listen outside.