Ye Fan frowned, the black man killed on the cruise ship was from Hongmen overseas.
I heard Yang Jiali say before that Hongmen overseas have plans to return to China. Has this already happened?
"I know, it was people from Hongmen who beat me?"
The old man sighed and said:
"The Hongmen have recently returned to China. This time the person who came to Jiangnan Province was Lei Hu's eldest disciple Jiang Yingfa. He said he was here to seek revenge."
Ye Fan smiled bitterly.
Yang Jiali said that Black Mark's master is Black Tiger. Although he doesn't know what his cultivation level is, since he sent someone here, his cultivation level should not be too bad. He can at least injure the peak warrior of Nei Jing in front of him.
He must be an externally strong warrior.
Could it be that Jiang Yingfa came to find him?
"What kind of cultivation is this Jiang Yingfa?" Ye Fan asked again.
The old man didn't answer because he didn't know. He looked at the person lying on the hospital bed.
The old man on the hospital bed looked pale and said:
"I don't know what his cultivation level is. I can't pass three moves in his hands. According to my guess, this person is at least in the middle stage of external strength, or even above."
"I once had issues with Hongmen overseas. I didn't expect that the first person Jiang Yingfa looked for was me. However, I heard him say that his target was not me, but the person who killed his junior brother on the cruise ship.
He didn’t say what it was called specifically.”
Real hammer!
Sure enough, he came to find himself.
He took out the silver needle and said:
"Take off your shirt and I will treat you now."
Zhong Chengzhen suddenly said: "Mr. Xu, do you really want to believe this fake? His acupuncture technique is not pure, he just stole from my Zhong family. If something goes wrong with Senior Yao, he will be in big trouble."
Old man Xu glanced at him and said:
"Dr. Zhong, your Zhong family's acupuncture skills are good. I invited Dr. Ye. Whether he is a fake or genuine, we will know soon. Even if he cannot cure Yao Daoyou's disease, as a warrior, he
You should also be worthy of our respect. You always talk like this, which is very dangerous."
"You go out first."
Zhong Chengzhen's eyes were filled with anger and dissatisfaction, and he said:
"Mr. Xu, are you chasing me away? You'd better think clearly. Your Xu family only has a few warriors. Compared with my Zhong family, they are in the sky and on the earth."
As a famous family in Yanjing, how could the Zhong family support fewer warriors than these few people?
If we really do it, these few people won't be enough to watch.
Old man Xu was silent.
Ye Fan waved his hand casually and said:
"It doesn't matter, I have never seen Zhong's acupuncture, but if he can't be cured by Zhong's acupuncture, it only means that the acupuncture is not good and the level is not good enough. If I can cure it, then my acupuncture is authentic.
What do you think?"
Zhong Chengzhen was stunned for a moment and said:
"Ye Fan, you are a warrior, but I am not afraid of you. Our Zhong family has no shortage of warriors. If you steal, someone will still come to deal with you."
"You still want to use my Zhong family's acupuncture to save people. It's just wishful thinking. You fake. I'll just see how you kill people."
Ye Fan smiled and stopped talking.
Take out the silver needle, put it in the palm of your hand, and circulate the air flow in your body. Suddenly, your whole body is filled with a light milky white air flow, and the surrounding air is constantly flowing in a quite regular manner.
Old man Xu said in surprise: "Warrior's strength? Incorporate strength into acupuncture?"
Ye Fan's hands began to apply the needles, inserting them into the patient's shriveled skin very quickly, twisting gently and quite regularly.
Suddenly, the surroundings were filled with the charm of ancient medical ethics, ancient and pure, as if the atmosphere came from ancient times.
"An ancient atmosphere..."
The girl looked at her acupuncture technique in amazement and continued:
"It is indeed quite similar to Dr. Zhong's acupuncture technique, but there are some differences. Although Dr. Zhong's acupuncture technique has an ancient meaning, it is not to this extent. It is very light. Dr. Ye's acupuncture technique has an ancient meaning and is very natural.
The hair is getting richer and thicker, and even the air flow is assisting the effect of the acupuncture..."
Although they are not warriors, as warriors they can clearly feel the subtle changes in the air.
Zhong Chengzhen was stunned when he saw Ye Fan's acupuncture technique.
This ancient meaning, the ancient breath, seems to be flowing out from a long time ago, and the medical charm in it is even more unfathomable.
Even when his elders performed acupuncture, he had never felt this way.
I was so shocked that I couldn't speak for a moment.
His expression was a little complicated.
"Is it true...?"
It was hard for him to believe that what he was speculating now was not whether the acupuncture technique performed by Ye Fan was real, but that there had always been a theory about the acupuncture technique in the family.
"Thirteen Needles at the Gate of Ghosts" was a fragment when it was acquired by our ancestors. It was later restored by many seniors before it was complete. It may have lost some of its charm, but it is already very good.
But many people don't want to believe this statement.
They all feel that their acupuncture technique is the most original version, the complete version handed down from Sun Simao.
Anyway, no one else in the world can come up with the original complete version, and they are gradually being recognized as the original version.
now.
He felt the ancient meaning of Ye Fan's acupuncture method, and this statement appeared in his mind.
This ancient meaning is too strong and simple, as if the breath really flows from ancient times.
Paying attention to the patient's physical changes, although there is some pain, the energy and spirit are constantly recovering, and the meridians are being repaired.
"Thirteen Needles at the Gate of Ghosts", each increment of stitches will have a certain degree of difficulty. Even the head of the family could not master the thirteen stitches, and he only mastered seven stitches.
In the history of the Zhong family, there are three people who have mastered the thirteen needles. The last person was Zhong Zanqiu, who passed away half a year ago. This means that no one alive today can master the thirteen needles.
But Ye Fan in front of him showed it, and it was very natural.
Just when he inserted the thirteenth needle, the patient's complexion changed drastically, and the silver needles on his body began to tremble, as if a stream of air was constantly rising upwards.
Thirteenth needle: Gui Feng injects the needle in the middle of the tongue, making it difficult for the patient to speak.
"Doctor Ye, this..." The girl clearly felt that a lot of air flow in Senior Yao's body was constantly rising up, and it could easily flow up to his forehead. If he didn't control it well, he could die.
Ye Fan was very focused and concentrated, and said:
"Master Zhong, stop over there and don't block the light."
Zhong Chengzhen was completely shocked. He subconsciously obeyed Ye Fan's words and stood in front of the patient.
Ye Fan paid attention to the turbulent airflow in the patient's body, and when he reached the ghost seal position, he quickly took out the needle!
"ah……"
The patient let out a gushing cry, and a majestic air spurted out of his mouth like a huge wave.
Zhong Chengzhen, who was standing directly opposite, was directly knocked away by the airflow and hit the wooden wall behind him heavily. He spat out a mouthful of blood and looked extremely pale.
The other two people were stunned.
At the same time, he was very nervous and paying attention to the situation of Senior Yao.
This cry lasted for a minute.
Huge air waves kept echoing in the room.
"Ah...Ye Fan, you..."
Zhong Chengzhen clutched his stomach, furious, pointing at Ye Fan, his face turned red and he could no longer stand up.