These three golden needles were passed down to him by his master and are called "Nine-Turn Divine Needles". Every time he uses them, he wants to soak them in medicine for three days and three nights in advance so that the golden needles can fully absorb the medicinal power.
The old man immediately bowed deeply to Ye Feng: "Thank you for saving me, Master. May I ask your name?"
"Night wind!"
"My name is Huang Yan. If Master Ye has the time, you must visit the Huang family! I will personally entertain you!"
Night Breeze waved his hand, he didn't have time to visit other people's homes right now: "You should rest well for a couple of days, your injuries will heal naturally!"
Chen Huaien changed his previous attitude and hurriedly invited Ye Feng to the inner hall.
Those who were just mocking Ye Feng were now speechless, feeling a burning pain on their faces.
The night breeze followed Chen Huaien through a large courtyard and into a guest room, whereupon Chen Huaien turned around.
"Sir, you just said you were looking for my father. He's currently at the Chen family compound. I'll take you there shortly!"
"However, sir, your acupuncture technique was just exquisite. Could you please explain a little about it?"
"Haha! Didn't you just use it?"
"I'm using the Pure Yang Needle Technique!"
"However, they are the last four needles of the Pure Yang Twelve Needles!" Ye Feng didn't try to hide anything.
After he finished speaking, Chen Huaien's eyes widened even more, and his heart was filled with shock.
The Pure Yang Twelve Needles technique has long been lost, and these eight needles were the family heirloom of the Chen family, passed down from their ancestors. This person actually knows the Pure Yang Twelve Needles technique.
Chen Huaien was about to kneel down before Ye Feng, but Ye Feng stopped him, saying, "Alright! Enough with the formalities! I came here to find a medicinal herb!"
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