Medical Martial Soldier King

The old man frowned a little, "if there is no bleeding, what's the point of doing it? Even if it's a duel, you will get hurt!"

While talking, he took a cloth and gently wiped his sword.

Lin Yu looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly had a strange feeling——

The old man is like an ancient executioner, and he is a prisoner about to be cut off!

On such a thought, Lin Yu shook his head again and again, "no, no, it's just a competition. You can't get hurt! Don't worry, I won't let you get hurt!"

The old man nodded helplessly, "that's all right."

He looked up at Lin Yu, looked at him again, and his eyes fell on his hair.

Lin Yu didn't notice the old man's sight and respectfully said, "old man, you're old after all. I'll let you do it first and I'll do it later!"

The old man nodded, "OK."

Soon, he slowly raised the sword in his hand, and then wrapped his true Qi on the sword.

Almost for a moment, the old man held the sword in one hand and waved it out without hesitation.

The air was silent for a few seconds.

Lin Yu stared at the sword he had put down and suddenly smiled, "old man, you haven't met me at all. There is still a meter away from me! Don't you know how to compete?"

Qin Feng looked at him with a speechless expression, raised his hand and just thought of his hair, "touch his hair."

"Huh? Hair?" Lin Yu was puzzled and raised his hand to wipe it.

The soft feel is still, but it can be taken down inexplicably.

Lin Yu suddenly opened his eyes. He quickly bent down and the cut hair on his head fell down in an instant.

However, the hair on both sides was not affected at all.

Lin Yu breathed and slowly looked up at the old man. His lips twitched a few times, but he didn't say a word.

I don't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment.

With such strength, if the old man's sword moves down a little, he will die on the spot.

But now with this hairstyle, even if he doesn't look in the mirror, he can see what's going on.

It's long on both sides and almost bald in the middle. Isn't this the legendary Mediterranean?

The old man stood with his hands down and said with a smile, "OK, it's your turn!"

Lin Yu almost wanted to cry without tears. "I... I'd better not do it. I admit defeat."

The old man frowned, "it's boring. Just admit defeat!"

Then he sat down.

Qin Feng looked at the old man with great interest. "Old man, are you a descendant of swordsmanship? I'm very interested!"

In martial arts, he has only one master, fanggu.

But he was very interested in fencing, but Fang Gu didn't know fencing, so he accepted this idea.

First, a disciple can't be from the second division. Second, he really didn't meet a swordsman!

But now a suddenly appeared in front of him, and how could he not be moved?

It's a big deal. I'll explain to fanggu when I go back. I think he can understand.

The old man looked up at him, "I'm afraid I can't teach you!"

Qin Feng pursed his lower lip and said after thinking, "that's OK. Don't embarrass the old man!"

After all, everyone has his own rules, and he doesn't insist.

Immediately, he looked at the furnishings around him, looked at the thatched cottage, and made sure there was nothing different before he said, "old man, we still have something to do, so I won't bother you!"

Then he raised his hand and left with Lin Yu.

"Wait!" The old man suddenly said.

Qin Feng looked back and saw that he took out a few pieces of paper from his body.

The paper is yellowing. It's obviously some years old.

The old man put several pieces of paper on the table and pushed it in the direction of Qin Feng, "this is my move and secret of swordsmanship, but this is the upper part, as for the lower part... In your master's hand!"

"My master?" Qin Feng was surprised.

How could the old man know his master?

What a mystery!

The old man stroked his beard and said faintly, "yes, go back and show him these pieces of paper. He will understand. Naturally, he will give you the second half!"

Qin Feng looked at the old man suspiciously, "who are you?"

It looks like Gu is much older, and I don't know what the relationship between them is.

The old man stood up slowly and walked towards the thatched house. His indifferent voice floated: "who I am is never important!"

The words fell into the room and closed the door directly.

Qin Feng picked up several pieces of paper on the table and carefully put them away.

Then Qin Feng and Lin Yu left together and walked towards the encirclement.

However, after a few steps, Lin Yu suddenly stopped, touched his hair, looked at Qin Feng's back, sighed, and hurried to catch up, "brother Feng, what should I do with my hairstyle? I don't want to be seen by those people!"

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him, "no way, you said you couldn't bleed!"

When the old man looked at Lin Yu's hair, he had guessed the result.

But before he could remind Lin Yu, the old man's action was over.

Lin Yu was speechless.

Had known this would be the result, he would not say anything about not bleeding.

Forced helpless, but also in the forest, there is no way to deal with it in time.

Lin Yu had to bite the bullet and catch up with Qin Feng.

Although everyone noticed Lin Yu's hairstyle, he didn't dare to laugh because he was Qin Feng's friend.

After walking for nearly half an hour, Qin Feng and his party saw a house piled up with soil, surrounded by all kinds of stones.

There was a large bow and arrow in the yard, and there were dozens of arrows on one side.

Qin Feng still asked the younger brothers to continue to close the circle, while he took Lin Yu to the front of the house.

As soon as they reached the room, the old man came out of the room.

Looking at the man who was moving forward not far away, the old man frowned, "who are you? What do you want to do to the forest? It must be bad, isn't it?"

Qin Feng said with a faint smile: "we are just looking for someone. We don't know where the other party is now, so we are searching in a large area."

The old man nodded and said faintly, "it'd better be so!"

Then he turned to look at Lin Yu and his eyes fell on his "Mediterranean" hairstyle.

"Did you just fight that old man?" The old man said coldly.

Lin Yu thought and said, "it's a competition."

The old man nodded. "It seems that the old man's strength is not good. He didn't hurt you. It's really boring!"

Then he turned around, took the bow and arrow, and Nuo chin at Lin Yu, "since you just fought with him, take my two moves now and see how far we are!"

This problem has plagued him for many years. He has always wanted to find a chance to compete with the old man. Today, he barely has a chance.

Lin Yu wrinkled his face into a bitter gourd face and looked at Qin Feng helplessly. "Brother Feng, I can't catch this arrow!"

Even without his hair, he can't even take his life in!