Medical Martial Soldier King

Qin Feng lightly picked his eyebrows and said faintly, "it's good."

After talking, they looked at Gubei and looked at each other. They had guessed Huang Ting's idea in their hearts.

It seems that he is staring at the sword in his hand!

However, the more he is, the more Qin Feng can be sure that the sword in his hand is a good sword.

Otherwise, Huang Ting could not have become so fast.

Then they went to the main hall.

Huang Ting looked at the two disciples at the door and said in a low voice, "go and bring some of my precious swords, all of them!"

The two raised their hands and arched, "yes."

Huang Ting raised his hand and pointed to the living room, "Mr. Qin, please."

Qin Feng walked in impolitely and sat on a chair.

Huang Ting entered the door, looked at the disciples on one side and said calmly, "go and make tea and want the best Longjing!"

The disciple nodded and retreated slowly.

Monk Dou baigui's father-in-law couldn't touch his head, but felt full of questions.

He patted Huang ting on the shoulder and just wanted to ask what was going on, but he stared back with a look in his eyes.

It seems that Qin Feng is really going to be a guest of honor.

Shouldn't Huang Ting have anything else to do with Qin Feng?

A bold guess flashed through his mind, but he was quickly broken by himself.

impossible!

If Huang Ting had any special relationship with Qin Feng, how could he be so angry that day?

There must be other reasons. What is it is unknown.

Huang Ting took his feet to the right position and sat down. Looking at Qin Feng and Gu Bei, he whispered, "Mr. Qin, this must be your apprentice?"

Qin Feng nodded, "yes, it's my apprentice."

Huang Ting said with a light smile, "no wonder he can defeat my apprentice. It's really extraordinary! I think even our elders here may not be his opponents!"

After that, he looked at Dou baigui with profound meaning.

Dou baigui just sat down and stared at this, "this boy can't be my opponent. I'm the elder of shengjianmen. I'll never beat such a hairy boy!"

Gu Bei held his chin in one hand and deliberately said, "really? How about a duel?"

"I -" dou baigui glanced away for a long time and said, "I can't compare with you. It's bullying you. Even if I win, it's not glorious!"

Then he got up, raised his hand and said, "master, I have something to do, so I'll be busy first!"

Then he turned and left.

Qin Feng looked at his back and raised his lips like a smile.

Huang Ting said calmly, "don't be surprised, Mr. Qin. Most of our leaders here are experts. They should accompany your disciples who hurt you. Even if your disciples don't mind, our elders can't bear it!"

Qin Feng said, "it doesn't matter. I didn't come here today to let my apprentice compete with him!"

Huang Ting said curiously, "the purpose of Mr. Qin is..."

Qin Feng frowned and said in a deep voice, "I want to compete with you!"

It's rare to meet a swordsmanship sect. Naturally, he wants to compete with it.

Maybe you can learn something useful from it.

Huang Ting was stunned for a moment, then smiled, looked slightly at the disciples on one side, and quickly turned off the topic, "go and have a look. Why is it so slow to make tea?"

The disciple on one side looked at Qin Feng on the other side and immediately slowly retreated.

Huang Ting held his empty fist half against his lower lip, "cough... Mr. Qin, in fact, I'm not feeling well these days. If you don't want to compete, let's change it!"

Qin Feng's mouth slightly hooked, "that's a coincidence. I just know a little about medicine. I can diagnose you and take two more pills!"

After that, he handed the sword to Gubei and got up to diagnose Huang ting.

Huang Ting hurriedly said, "no, no, it's an old problem. It'll be fine in a few days. There's no need to work hard, Mr. Qin!"

"It's not hard, it's easy!" Qin Feng said in a deep voice.

Seeing that Huang Ting couldn't get rid of it, he could only let Qin Feng feel his pulse.

Qin Feng took the pulse for Huang ting and did some other tests. He looked at him with a heavy face. "It's really uncomfortable. It seems that what the Yellow sect leader said is true. You're an old disease of your body!"

Huang Ting was stunned and stared at Qin Feng, "I... what's the matter with me?"

Although he practiced Kendo all year round, some things were beyond his control.

Such as physical health.

This time, isn't the crow right?

Qin Feng sighed, "Lord Huang, your body can't use a knife or a gun in the future. You must rest honestly. You can't do it for at least half a year, or it will be dangerous! What's more, your blood vessels will collapse if you don't pay attention, and you won't be able to return to heaven at that time!"

Huang Ting suddenly stared at him in disbelief. "It's impossible? How could it be so coincidence? I clearly think there's nothing wrong recently. I'm in good health!"

Qin Feng's expression gradually sank down, "really? What did you just say about the old disease?"

"I -" Huang Ting couldn't answer for a moment and looked away in embarrassment.

After a while, he reacted again, frowned and looked up at Qin Feng, "you just lied to me?"

"You lied to me once, I lied to you once, and it's even." Qin Feng said faintly.

Huang Ting frowned and just wanted to scold. However, seeing the sword in Gubei's hand, he pressed it down again and said with a dry smile: "I just think Mr. Qin is a guest. It's inappropriate for us to do something. Besides, I don't have a heavy hand. If I really hurt Mr. Qin, I'll be in trouble at that time!"

Qin Feng turned his mouth and said calmly, "I don't care. As long as you have the ability to hurt me, I will never revenge you! Neither will my apprentice!"

At this point, Huang Ting smiled awkwardly and said, "well, let's have two moves with Mr. Qin!"

As soon as the voice fell, several people who went to get swords turned back.

Each person has a sword in his hand, a full dozen.

A dozen people stood in two rows.

Huang Ting got up and walked away. He said calmly, "Mr. Qin, since you've come, pick one you like! Give me the broken one, and I'll give you a good one!"

Qin Feng's mouth was hooked and disdained to say, "it's not necessary. I like that one!"

Hearing this, Huang Ting frowned and said for a long time: "Mr. Qin, why don't you do this? If I win the competition, you can stay and take a good sword! If I lose, you can choose the sword here and what you want to do with it!"

Qin Feng nodded, "OK, that's it."

Then they took their swords and went to the hospital to compete.

Qin Feng looked at the sword in his hand and started to talk.

Sure enough, it's a good sword. Otherwise, the old fox wouldn't do everything to keep it.