Han Keshu didn't know at this time. Although he was right to believe in Gu Qingxi, he actually underestimated his beloved disciple...
Seeing Qiu Yuhe's unique method of rubbing pills like rubbing mud, Jiang Qiulin was also a little surprised, but he was not flustered.
With his collar open and sleeves rolled up, Jiang Qiulin also sped up.
Everyone was surprised to find that although his figure looked tall and thin, he was not thin, but well-proportioned and strong. He was thin where he should be thin, and had no less flesh where he should have flesh.
Well... This description doesn't seem to be appropriate for a man, but this is the feeling that Jiang Qiulin gave everyone at this time. Although he was not as tall and rough as Qiu Yuhe, he looked more agile and powerful.
With his hands alternating, Jiang Qiulin's speed of rubbing pills was getting faster and faster, so fast that the audience around him could only see a trail of afterimages, but could not see the specific movements of his hands.
Not long after, Jiang Qiulin successfully rubbed out the fourth Yuxu Qingyang Pill, and at this time, Qiu Yuhe had only rubbed half of the Yuxu Qingyang Pill pressed on his chest.
Qiu Yuhe began to get anxious. He thought that with the pill-making method taught by the Supreme Elder, it would be easy to defeat the thin and weak medical practitioner of the Renxin League in front of him, but he didn't expect that the opponent's physique was not bad at all. He was not only more powerful than himself when making pills, but also faster than himself.
Qiu Yuhe panted and rubbed his chest desperately, rubbing it again and again, rubbing his skin red like a cooked crab, and finally he barely made this Yuxu Qingyang Pill, then grabbed the herbs and kneaded them into a ball, and pressed it heavily on his chest.
However, although he had tried his best, everyone could see the gap between the two.
In terms of physique, Jiang Qiulin was not much worse than Qiu Yuhe, but in terms of technique, even if Qiu Yuhe added Chang Qingchi's Yin Yang Qiankun Finger to his technique, he was still much inferior to Jiang Qiulin.
As the two people's physical strength continued to be consumed, this gap became larger and larger.
The demon doctors who were cheering and even celebrating their victory just now shut up, while the immortal medical practitioners were all smiling.
"I didn't expect that Master Jiang not only has excellent medical skills, but also has such a strong physique." A medical practitioner from the immortal gate said with emotion.
"As a medical practitioner, I feel out of breath even when I walk a little further. I don't know how Master Jiang has cultivated such a strong physique!" Another doctor said in confusion. "Need I say
that? Of course it's hard work. I heard that Master Jiang has been alone for many years in order to cultivate, not to be close to women and greedy for food. He has rarely interacted with other medical practitioners and has devoted every bit of his mind to cultivation." A medical practitioner gave the answer. "
Yes, if Master Jiang hadn't been single for so many years, how could he have developed such a hand speed." Looking at Jiang Qiulin's increasingly faster speed, there are still people who admire his speed.
Gu Qingxi: "..."
What the medical practitioner said makes sense. Whether it's medical skills or cultivation, the most important thing is to devote yourself wholeheartedly without distractions. But why does this sound so strange and evil?
Qiu Yuhe didn't feel it was evil. Seeing Jiang Qiulin rubbing out two more pills in a row, he became even more anxious and his movements became flustered.
"Bang..." Finally, when the fifth Yuxu Qingyang Pill was about to be completed, Qiu Yuhe's chest was filled with a loud noise.
The pill exploded, and Qiu Yuhe flew out heavily as if hit by a boulder.
Almost at the same time, Jiang Qiulin also successfully rubbed out the eighth Yuxu Qingyang Pill.
At this point in the competition, he had reached his limit and stopped moving. A smile of victory appeared on his pale face.
Eight to four, Jiang Qiulin won!
"Win, Master Jiang won!" The stands rang with the ecstatic cheers of the immortal sect cultivators.
The demon cultivators stared at this scene blankly, their eyes full of surprise.
"How is it possible, how could Jiang Qiulin have such a strong physique?" After a long while, an old demon doctor said in disbelief.
Qiu Yuhe was a strong demon cultivator, but he was exhausted and almost rubbed off the skin on his hairy chest. He only rubbed out four Taixu Qingyang Pills.
But Jiang Qiulin, as a medical practitioner of the immortal sect, not only lasted longer than Qiu Yuhe, but also rubbed out eight Yuxu Qingyang Pills, which was twice as many as Qiu Yuhe.
He practiced magic medicine for his whole life, and he had exchanged skills with the medical practitioners of the Renxin League countless times in private, but it was the first time he saw such a strong immortal sect medical practitioner.
"Is Master Qiu a demon cultivator, or is he a demon cultivator?" Some demon doctors even murmured in doubt.
Of course Jiang Qiulin was not a demon cultivator. He was a genuine immortal sect medical practitioner. It was just that he met Gu Qingxi, so he was completely different from other immortal sect medical practitioners.
I won, I won, I did not bring shame to the Renxin League, and I did not bring shame to my master. Jiang Qiulin had a joyful smile on his face, and his eyes were full of gratitude when he looked at Gu Qingxi.
He knew that if he hadn't met Gu Qingxi, he would never have embarked on the path of physical training, and he would definitely have lost to Qiu Yuhe in today's competition.
Although this was not the final result, with Gu Qingxi's alchemy skills, they could still defeat the Demon Medical Alliance in the end, but the master's face would definitely be lost by him.
After all, he was the master's direct disciple, while Qiu Yuhe had only received guidance from Chang Qingchi, and was not even a registered disciple.
Jiang Qiulin nodded to Gu Qingxi to show his gratitude, and then bowed to his master, and then dragged his tired body back to a corner of the trial platform.
"Brother Chang, I taught you this method of rubbing pills, and I think it's acceptable to you." Han Keshu watched Jiang Qiulin leave, and said to Chang Qingchi in a sarcastic tone, returning the words that the other party had said not long ago.
I thought Jiang Qiulin would lose this match and would need Gu Qingxi's help to save his face, but I didn't expect Jiang Qiulin to win. Of course, he had to show off and give Chang Qingchi a taste of his own medicine.
But when he said this, he blushed a little.
It was true that he taught Jiang Qiulin the medical skills, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Jiang Qiulin's victory was actually due to his physique.
I remember when Jiang Qiulin was learning bodybuilding from Gu Qingxi, he was a little bit skeptical in his heart, but he was just too lazy to say more. But the facts proved that Jiang Qiulin's decision was right. If he hadn't learned bodybuilding from Gu Qingxi, he would not have won this match, and it would have been God's blessing if he didn't lose all the face of his master.
Han Keshu was a little relieved. Fortunately, he didn't say much at the beginning, otherwise Jiang Qiulin's victory would not only slap Chang Qingchi in the face, but also his own face would have been slapped by him.
"The competition has just begun, you'd better not be too proud too early." Chang Qingchi said with a sullen face and unconvinced.
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