Taoyuan Village Little Magician

Chapter 965 The real qi becomes real, and the qi is the needle!
"It's broken! Brother Zhang, this time, it's really troublesome."

Han Anping broke into a cold sweat for Zhang Fansheng. He knew it would end like this. Even if he violated the rules, he would give Zhang Fan his qualification.

On the platform of the first step, Zhang Fan took a few glances at the real Gu immortal.

Looking at the other party's haggard face, there was a sinister sneer, especially the two slightly slanted white eyebrows, which made people feel a little disgusted.

Under the gray robe, what covered was a dirty and evil heart.

"Interesting! I underestimated you."

"Since that's the case, don't recruit any of you disciples for the Medical King Conference this time!"

Zhang Fan looked away, smiled to himself, and then went straight to the side seat and sat down.

"Let's get started! Who's going first?"

Zhang Fan turned his back on customers, looked down on all the participating doctors in the square, and said with the same momentum.

Isn't it just to accept the wheel battle of [-] or [-] doctors!

Why not?

What are you afraid of?
"Accepted! He actually accepted it!"

"Is this person really treating himself as a miracle doctor? How dare he face the challenge of our 60 people?"

"Whether it's a sensational clown or a genius doctor with real skills, don't you know if you try it!"

When all the participating physicians on the square saw that Zhang Fan sat down unceremoniously, voices of discussion arose again.

"Crazy! Crazy! Junior Sister Yanran really found a lunatic."

Guan Mo shook his head in disbelief.

Guan Mo didn't think that Zhang Fan had a chance of winning in the ring of 60 and [-] people.

thought here.

Guan Mo was the first to stand up, tugged at the hem of the Chinese tunic suit, and then walked straight to Zhang Fan.

He wanted to give it a try. Zhang Fan, who could be boasted by Liu Yanran and dared to accept the challenge of defending the ring, was capable of it.

"Oh? It's you!"

When Guan Mo walked up to the first platform, Zhang Fan was really surprised.

"Well! It's me."

Guan Mo nodded solemnly, looked at Zhang Fan, and said, "I won't show mercy just because of Junior Sister Yanran."

"It's natural. Medicine is rigorous. Death will not show mercy to patients."

Zhang Fan replied with a smile.

At this moment, he couldn't help giving Guan Mo a high look.

At least, the opponent showed the most basic respect for the opponent.

"It's Guan Mo, the ancient doctor Liu's family, Liu Sanzhen's most proud closed disciple."

"Regarding Mo's move, Zhang Fan will have to lose in the first match. I am afraid that the subsequent matches with us will be affected by it. At that time, we will be invincible."

"Hahaha... If you can directly become the elder's closed disciple, what if you can't win without martial arts?"

When the contestants saw that the person walking up was Guan Mo, many whistled excitedly.

In the eyes of these people, Zhang Fan will fail in the first round of defense.

And this will bring huge benefits to the players they will challenge in the future.

"What do you want to compare?"

Zhang Fan naturally ignored the discussions on the field, but looked at Guan Mo seriously and asked.

"Stitch."

With a wave of Guan Mo's palm, a wooden box appeared on the table. After opening, there were rolls of silver needles of various thicknesses inside.

In the sunlight, the needles are shining brightly.

"Senior Brother Guan, how about...a different one?"

Zhang Fan was a little dumbfounded.

He could see that although Guan Mo was also a martial artist, he only used martial arts to assist medicine, and he had no actual combat ability. How could acupuncture be so powerful?

Even Liu Yanran, who was seated in the auditorium, couldn't help but rubbed her forehead, and said with a wry smile, "Senior brother, you are really looking for death!"

"Change? Why change?"

Guan Mo looked at Zhang Fan puzzled.

"I'm afraid you will say that I bullied you..."

Although Zhang Fan didn't want to say this, it was the truth.

"I... don't have to!"

Suddenly, Guan Mo felt as if ten thousand mud horses were whizzing by, gritted his teeth, and replied firmly.

"Okay then! How do you want to compare?"

Zhang Fan had no choice but to respect Guan Mo's choice.

"Within ten meters, ten needles are the limit. You and I touch each other's acupuncture points, touch each other's depths, and drop needles into each other."

Guan Mo took a deep look at Zhang Fan and answered.

With a distance of ten meters, non-warriors cannot do it.

But he didn't know if Zhang Fan was a warrior.

It can only be said that if not, Zhang Fan's identity as a genius doctor would be too watery, and he would not allow Liu Yanran to stay by Zhang Fan's side, or bring him back to Liu's house.

"it is good!"

Zhang Fan nodded in agreement and stood up.

The game starts right away.

"Zhongji, score three points."

Guan Mo spoke first.

The moment the voice fell, I only felt a slight tingling pain from the meeting place of Zu Sanyin and Ren Meridian.

When I glanced at it, I don't know when there was a shining silver needle on the Chinese tunic suit.

"No! This, this is not a silver needle."

When Guan Mo focused his gaze and carefully looked at the silver needle at the Zhongji acupoint, he couldn't help but gasped.

"True Qi transforms into reality, using Qi to apply needles?"

Guan Mo looked at Zhang Fan in disbelief.

That's right.

The silver needle at the extreme point of his heart is only formed by the condensation of true energy, it is not a real silver needle.

Guan Mo's face was covered with a bitter smile, and his eyes moved from Zhang Fan to Liu Yanran in the auditorium.

He didn't expect that the divine doctor Zhang that Liu Yanran was talking about had become so perverted that it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a monster.

What the hell is better than a fart?
"I... I lost!"

Guan Mo could afford to let it go, he came back to his senses, and said frankly.

He finally understood now that Zhang Fan had just asked him to switch to another competition, and it was really for his own good.

"Acceptance!"

Zhang Fan nodded.

Guan Mo cupped his hands slightly, turned around, left the platform, and directly exited the arena, walking towards the auditorium.

The contestants who had been prepared to quietly watch the scene of Guan Mo slapping Zhang Fan in the face didn't come back to their senses for a while.

no way.

The gap is too big, and it will be difficult for anyone to accept it for a while.

"Guan Mo, lost?"

"Did I read it wrong just now? One shot, one shot and won Guan Mo?"

"True qi is transformed into solid, and qi is used as a needle. I didn't expect that the champion of this grand ceremony of traditional Chinese medicine is so terrifying. It may not be easy to become the closed disciple of the elder of the Qiyao Pavilion."

A few young people who were disciples or juniors of the ancient medical family saw Zhang Fan's trick just now, and couldn't help discussing it aloud.

Each of their faces became very dignified.

They didn't need the qualifications of being the closed disciples of the elders of the Qiyao Pavilion, but losing to Zhang Fan would be a disgrace to the family behind them.

Even the group of Old Immortal Gu at the referee's seat had the same surprised and serious expressions on their faces.

"The Supreme Elder! Guan Mo is Liu Sanzhen's direct disciple, and he lost to Zhang Fan with just one shot. If it's an ordinary doctor, he might not even be his match!"

An elder naturally didn't want to see such a scene, and said worriedly.

(End of this chapter)