Flying out, Master Feng Bu Si, who was praised by the world as "turning misfortune into fortune and never dying in a disaster", flew out gorgeously. Xiao Yutang and Qin Bo were both stunned.
Xiao Yutang was better. After listening to Gu Qingxi's persuasion, he was more or less mentally prepared for such a result.
Qin Bo was different. When he embarked on the path of cultivation, Feng Zicheng's reputation was rising. He would hear Feng Bu Si's name almost every few days. Although
people always add the note "Junior Brother Fu Chaoyuan" when mentioning Feng Zicheng, he still believed in Feng Zicheng's medical skills after hearing it so many times.
This time, Xiao Ningyuan was obsessed with the devil and his spiritual power was out of control. He also placed all his hopes on Feng Zicheng.
At this time, seeing the top doctor in his mind being blown away, he was naturally horrified and scared to death.
If Feng Zicheng got into trouble, what would the elder do? Who else in the world could save him?
"Master Feng!" Qin Bo was startled and rushed forward with a shout.
His strength was not weak, he had reached the Great Perfection of the Spiritual Transformation, and he was only one opportunity away from the fusion, but Feng Zicheng flew too fast.
Qin Bo had just rushed out a few steps when he heard another crisp sound of "pa". Feng Zicheng slapped the wall in a standard big character posture.
The whole room trembled with it.
It must be very painful to slap the wall like this? Qin Bo subconsciously touched his nose, the corner of his mouth twitched violently, and he stopped helplessly.
After sticking to the wall for three or five breaths, Feng Zicheng slowly slid down along the wall. On the solid wall, there was a large human figure, and two blood lines stretched from the middle of the face to the base of the wall.
"Master Feng, are you okay?" Qin Bo stepped forward and asked carefully.
Worried that Feng Zicheng was too seriously injured, he did not dare to lend a hand to support him lightly, lest he accidentally aggravate his injuries.
"Ah, it's okay, I'm fine, nothing happened." Feng Zicheng was also stunned. He felt a buzzing in his head and a flash of stars in front of his eyes. He came back to his senses after hearing Qin Bo's words, and covered his nose and said vaguely.
It's okay? You still say it's okay after all this? Qin Bo looked at the blood oozing out of his fingers and was very suspicious of Feng Zicheng's words.
"I was careless. I didn't expect Elder Xiao's injury to be so serious. I shouldn't have kept my acupuncture skills.
But don't worry, I will definitely do my best this time, and there will be no more accidents!" Feng Zicheng has lived to such an old age, and at least he still has the most vision. He saw the doubt in Qin Bo's eyes at a glance, and pretended to be calm and said.
He has been hiding his identity for so many years, why did he suddenly appear now? Isn't it because he learned the Nine-Turn Soul-Snatching Technique and wanted to become famous with his own skills, and wanted to prove to everyone that even if he didn't have a senior brother like Fu Chaoyuan, he was still the top magic doctor in the world of cultivation.
Who knew that he would suffer misfortune on his first move, and his nose was almost broken. Where would he put his face?
No, Xiao Ningyuan must be cured as soon as possible, and his face must be restored as soon as possible. As he spoke, he took out the silver needle again and walked quickly towards Xiao Ningyuan.
"Master Feng, the Great Elder can still hold on for the time being. Do you want to treat your own injuries first?" Qin Bo said worriedly, took out a bottle of healing pills and handed it over. After thinking for a while, he took out a handkerchief and handed it over.
Although Feng Zicheng pretended to be nonchalant, the blood flowing from his fingers could not deceive anyone. The more Qin Bo looked at it, the more frightened he became. He was afraid that his own injuries were too serious and affected his strength, and he would stab the Great Elder to death with a needle.
Feng Zicheng looked at the healing pills he handed over, especially the handkerchief. He was stunned for a moment, and then he felt a surge of resentment rushing to his head: What does this mean? You think that I didn't hit my old face hard enough, so you want to pounce on me and slap me a few more times, right?
"What's wrong with me, huh? Which eye of yours saw that I was injured, huh? The weather has been dry recently, and I'm getting angry. Do you understand what getting angry means, huh?" Feng Zicheng stiffened his neck and shouted angrily.
Getting angry? How angry must one be to have a nosebleed like this?
"Puchi!" Gu Qingxi finally couldn't help laughing out loud.
It would be fine if she didn't laugh. Once she laughed, Feng Zicheng was even more ashamed and angry, and his old face was completely embarrassed.
Without taking the healing pills and handkerchief handed over by Qin Bo, he wiped his nose with his hand and stabbed Xiao Ningyuan's eyebrow with a needle.
"Bang!" Then, everyone heard another muffled sound, and saw a figure flying out like an arrow from a bow, and finally slammed against the wall like a pile of mud.
This time, Master Feng hit the wall even harder, and stayed against the wall for dozens of breaths before he suddenly fell backwards, sprawled on the ground, and two streams of blood spurted out of his nose.
"How could this happen? How could this happen?" He lay on the ground, covering his nose that was spurting blood, muttering to himself, his eyes full of confusion.
If he had some reservations the first time he attacked, then this time, he really used all his best skills, but the result was just as miserable... no, even more miserable than last time.
Could it be that the Nine-Turn Soul-Snatching Technique that he had been studying hard for all these years was all fake? Or maybe, he had never learned this magic doctor's unique skill at all?
Feng Zicheng's mind was in a mess, and he began to doubt his life and himself.
"The weather is too dry, and it's normal to have a nosebleed due to getting angry." I don't know if Uncle Qin didn't understand what Feng Zicheng meant, but he walked up to him and kindly comforted him.
Maybe he also knew that his previous action was a bit hurtful to the other party, so he didn't pass the handkerchief over this time. But why did it feel more hurtful and more frustrating to say this? Am
I talking about the nosebleed? I was obviously talking about the Nine-Turn Soul-Snatching Needle. Do you listen to me? Hearing his kind "comfort", Feng Zicheng's nosebleed spurted more quickly and fiercely, and he couldn't cover it up.
Gu Qingxi couldn't help laughing again.
She could see that Uncle Qin didn't like to exaggerate or make people feel upset. He was just honest, too honest.
Sometimes you want to comfort others with white lies, but if you accidentally tell the truth, it will make people more worried and more upset.
For example, Master Feng at this moment, who had suffered two misfortunes in succession, also vaguely realized that things seemed not so simple, and was about to sit down and think about it carefully.
But after hearing Qin Bo's comfort, he could no longer sit still.
"I was careless, I underestimated Elder Xiao's injury. This time I will go all out and there will be no more accidents." Feng Zicheng jumped up, muttering in his mouth, and covered his nose with one hand, and rushed towards Xiao Ningyuan with the silver needle tightly in the other hand.
But he completely forgot that he had already said this once.
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