Female President's Personal Doctor

Since he saw Ning fan for the first time, the deep familiarity has occupied his heart. He doesn't need to prove it at all. He can tell by his own feeling that this person is the descendant of that person. In addition, he hears that the Qianlong calls him Ning fan, so the old man has no doubt any more.

"They asked me to kill him. Oh, it's ridiculous. Is that man's descendants so easy to kill?"

In fact, the old man had come long ago. He came to avenge his apprentice Han Feng, but when he saw Ning fan, he didn't show up immediately. He hid in the dark and observed silently.

Ningfan, Jianchi and Qianlong all gave him a deep shock, because he recognized the martial arts used by Jianchi and Qianlong at a glance, and ningfan's martial arts were so mysterious that he had never heard of them.

The old man watched patiently. When he saw that Ning fan had resisted the attack of the Qianlong again and again, he laughed - his descendants were really extraordinary.

But the old man knew that if the stalemate continued for a long time, Ning fan must not be the opponent of Qianlong. He had enough of it, so he made a move.

It's amazing that he stopped them when he did it!

The old man listened to Ning fan's question, the withered tree like cheek bloomed a smile, said: "an old friend."

Ning fan's brow once wrinkled, ask: "is who?"

The old man shook his head and thought to himself, "since his descendants are born and in the capital, it shows that he can't let go of what happened in those years. Ah, with his temper, a storm is inevitable. The Ning family has been quiet for a long time. After all, they will be involved in the huge waves. "

"If he comes back, I will certainly protect my younger sister, but I will not deal with his descendants. If he wants to come, I will fight with him and give up this stinky bag."

Ning fan is still at a loss. He has already guessed from Chu Yan that his parents are definitely not simple, but he can't find out. His mother won't tell him, so he seldom has a chance to find out the clue of his life experience.

Seeing that the old man was very familiar with his appearance, he had a deep thought.

The old man perfunctorily, how can he give up and continue to ask: "old man, who is your old friend? It's important to me

The old man smiles, and his doubts suddenly arise. How can he hold on to this problem?

But the old man didn't think about it. He said to the Qianlong, "Qianlong, your crazy magic Sabre technique has already got some heat. Today, I'm old enough to learn it."

Qianlong is shocked. Lao Tzu has been consumed so much. Now that you say you want to fight me, is this a bullying?

But the Qianlong won't lose the battle. He put his sword in front of him and said with awe inspiring momentum: "in that case, I'll learn your tricks."

The other party dares to do it under the condition of knowing his apprenticeship, which has explained many problems. The old man must have a fault with him.

The old man nodded quietly and dragged the sword to the Qianlong. The blade made long marks on the ground, and sparks burst out between the knife and the ground.

He walked slowly, with a small step, just like the old man dragging a piece of heavy iron, as if he had no strength.

But the sound of the friction between the sword and the ground is like the beating of a war drum, which shakes the heart of the Qianlong. He can see more and more than ordinary people. He is a master of using the sword, so he will not be blinded by the appearance of the old man.

The big knife without edge was like a huge stone, which pressed heavily in his heart, making him breathless. He puffed up his cheeks, took a big breath, pointed his feet a little, and rushed up.

Whoo!

The blade roared straight at the old man's head.

Dang!

The old man gently raised his arm, and the big knife was raised by him, which could resist the blade of the Qianlong.

Qianlong did not stop, Shua Shua, three Dao mang from the upper, middle and lower to attack the old man.

The old man's eyelids slightly lifted up, and the sword was still waving gently. The tracks were clearly visible, but the strange thing was that the killing moves of the upper, middle and lower routes were blocked by the strange sword.

The forehead under the mask of Qianlong has exuded cold sweat. It's too evil.

"Compared with your master, your crazy magic Sabre technique is still far from perfect. Your crazy strength is not enough, and there is not a trace of magic." The old man commented.

Qianlong's heart and mind are shocked, which is almost the same as his master's evaluation of him. Is this old man a master of his master's level?

No, absolutely not.

Qianlong immediately denied the idea. Although the old man was powerful, he felt completely different from his master. He was not his master's rival at all.

"The mad devil Sabre technique should be mad and treat itself as a devil." As the old man's voice fell, something strange happened.

I saw that the old man's lifeless momentum had completely disappeared. Instead, he had the crazy momentum of looking down on the world. A stream of air swayed up from his clothes. The wind was strong, and his hair and beard were all open. He was like an angry venerable, looking at everything in the world angrily.

"How do you know the magic Sabre technique?" Cried the dragon in horror. The sound was lost in the wind.

The pupil of the Qianlong gradually enlarges. The other side's magic Sabre technique is more powerful than his. It seems to be more pure. It's hard for him to accept. But it's obvious that the other side is not his own person. What's the matter?

At this time, he is no longer a piece of heavy iron, but a treasure knife that cuts iron like mud. The flashing cold light is extremely sharp, and seems to be able to split everything in the world.

In the face of such a strong and overbearing offensive, Qianlong has no other choice but to choose defense. He revolves quickly around his toes, and the blade overflows, protecting him completely.

"Broken!" The old man roared.

Dang!

With a clear voice, the protection of the Qianlong was broken. The power of the old man's sword was too abnormal. The big sword without a front hung directly on his Qianlong's head.

The dragon was scared out in a cold sweat and flew back.

The old man didn't pursue him. The sword fell back to the ground again. He became an old man again. Just now, it was just an illusion and a dream.

But everyone knows that it is not illusory, not a dream, but the old man can freely switch between the two states.

"Qianlong, your strength is really extraordinary. If you are in your heyday, I have to work hard to beat you. Now I can beat you easily because Ning fan has consumed too much of your power." The old man said truthfully.

Qianlong finally regained a trace of dignity. Since his debut, he has never been so embarrassed as he is today, but he won't be defeated. He said harshly, "how can you master the crazy sword technique?"

The old man looked at his sword and said, "although it's like the mad devil's sword technique, it's actually not. The real mad devil's sword technique can't be practiced by the enchanted people. I'm afraid only a mad devil like your master can give full play to the power of the mad devil's Sabre technique. I'm just defeated by your master's Sabre technique, so I feel something and pick it up. It's similar in shape but different in spirit. "

The more Qianlong listened, the more he opened his mouth. In the last half of the day, he could not close his mouth. He finally guessed the identity of his opponent. He once heard master mention a defeated general, but his master did not hesitate to praise him. He once said that he was very likely to break the barrier and enter the congenital realm.

This man's name is crazy knife. His Sabre technique is known for its madness, but when faced with more crazy Sabre technique, his madness is like a broken winged bird, which is completely broken.

Crazy knife!

A famous name.