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Jiang Yongjun said proudly, letting the audience take a cold breath.

"Jiang Yongjun's tone is too big. If they hadn't hurt several elders by means, it would be shameless to have his arrogance now."

"Yes, it's hateful to bully us. There are no people in China."

But no matter what people say, in their hearts, the outcome of today's game is doomed, and Jiang Feng can't change it.

Jiang Yongjun waved to a young man standing behind him.

"This is my youngest apprentice, Li MingEn. He has just turned 18 this year. He should be your opponent. He should not bully you."

Li MingEn looked at Jiang Feng proudly and then stepped onto the challenge arena with everyone's attention.

"This Jiang Yongjun looks down on us too much. He even let a young boy play. It's arrogant and doesn't pay attention to us."

There was another commotion in the audience.

"Small foreigners dare to talk big."

Jiang Feng said calmly.

Li MingEn glared at Jiang Feng.

"It's too early to talk big now. When I defeat you, I'll see if you can be as arrogant as now. I studied medicine with my master when I was five years old. This year is the 13th year. In front of many senior brothers, my medicine is also the worst, but it's more than enough to deal with you."

Li MingEn did not forget to ridicule Jiang Feng after he came to power.

Jiang Feng shrugged. In the face of Li MingEn's ridicule, there was no emotional change and looked like holding without fear. However, Li MingEn was a little angry. After seeing the International Medical Association and the expert teams of China and South Korea entering the referee's bench, he urged them to start the game.

"Elder martial brother, what do you think of this Li MingEn?"

Li Zhijun, sitting next to old Han, asked.

"Don't worry, just trust Jiang Feng. Li MingEn is too young and energetic. He is so anxious to decide the outcome before the game starts. In terms of mentality, he has lost to Jiang Feng."

The referee then announced the rules of the game. Ten questions were randomly selected and the system of two wins in three sets was adopted.

Jiang Feng motioned to Li MingEn to take the lead.

The first question is basic acupuncture.

After reading the first question, old Han's face was full of laughter.

Acupuncture and moxibustion is the most difficult and basic for a traditional Chinese medicine. We should not only know all the acupoints of the human body, but also understand their use and the effect of the combination of each acupoint, but also pay much attention to the acupuncture techniques.

However, Jiang Feng has mastered Taiyi divine needle, and there is no possibility of losing this competition.

The props were taken to the challenge arena by the staff, toothpicks, wood, meat pieces, and even a fruit knife.

"Did the referee team make a mistake? How did they get all the fruit knives?"

We can't believe it when we see the fruit knife.

"The rules of the game are simple. You two can choose one of these props, apply the needle three times, and then we will judge. Now the game is open..."

"Wait a minute."

Hao Qing suddenly stood up.

"The match between this person and you, whether win or lose, cannot represent our Chinese side."

Hao Qing's words aroused great opposition from old Han.

"Hao Qing, as the representative of Huaxia Medical Association, how can you say such words? Jiang Feng stood in the challenge arena for us. Is it too much for you to do so?"

But Hao Qing ignored Han Lao and remained indifferent to how he scolded him.

"It doesn't matter. Although he can't represent you, it doesn't matter. As I said, I can accept anyone's challenge today. You don't have to worry too much. My disciple is the worst in all aspects among my many disciples. Hao Qing, I understand your concerns."

Jiang Yongjun seems to have seen through Hao Qing's heart.

When they heard Jiang Yongjun's words, they looked ugly and asked one of the worst disciples to compete. How much he despised Chinese traditional medicine.

However, it can't blame Jiang Yongjun. Even everyone present felt that this was a game that must be lost. He didn't have the confidence to defeat his opponent. Why should he be respected by his opponent.

Director Xiao ran to the challenge arena and whispered to Jiang Feng.

"Jiang Feng, don't lose too ugly for the face of our Chinese traditional medicine."

Jiang Feng ignored director Xiao, but quietly waited for the start of the game.

"Do you have anything else to say? If not, then the game begins. "

The referee gave the order and the first game began.

Li MingEn took the responsibility and directly chose the most difficult toothpick as the target of needle application. He did not disdain to take a look at Jiang Feng.

The toothpick has small volume, hard material, and the acceptance surface is not flat. It is very difficult to apply the needle. Both the angle and strength are a great test for the needle applicator. If the force is more, it is easy to break the silver needle.

"Elder martial brother, is this Li MingEn very confident? It seems that Jiang Yongjun is determined to win this China ROK duel."

Old Han glanced at Li Zhijun.

"Don't worry. Compared with acupuncture, Jiang Feng won't lose to anyone."

Jiang Feng kept looking at the fruit knife. At this time, a staff member stepped onto the challenge arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the fruit knife is a temporary negligence of our staff, so it is not an option. The player doesn't have to consider it. You can choose it again among other items."

Hearing the staff's explanation, the audience suddenly.

Just as the staff was about to remove the fruit knife, Jiang Feng suddenly opened his mouth.

"Referee team, I'll choose the fruit knife here as the object of injection. I don't know if I can?"

Jiang Feng's words were amazing, and the audience looked at him like a fool.

The referee team also did not understand Jiang Feng's requirements.

But Jiang Yongjun agreed to Jiang Feng's request.

"Referee team, since this friend is so confident in himself, we have no reason to stop him, don't we?"

The referee team nodded and agreed with Jiang Feng's choice.

Li MingEn looked at Jiang Feng maliciously.

"I knew I would lose, so I chose the fruit knife. In this way, even if I lose, no one can say anything about you. After all, no one can put a needle on the fruit knife. This friend, you are really good at calculation."

After hearing Li MingEn's words, everyone also understood Jiang Feng's real intention.

"The boy knew he couldn't win the game and found himself a step down."

"I didn't have the ability to come out and disgrace us. I was arrogant when I came on stage. Now I've chosen a retreat for myself."

The audience also began to ridicule and accuse Jiang Feng.

Li MingEn ignored Jiang Feng, but played seriously. He held a silver needle in his hand. Instead of applying the needle on the surface of the toothpick, he chose the more difficult position of the two tips.

Li MingEn gently turned the silver needle in his hand and stabbed the silver needle bit by bit at the needle like tip of the toothpick. After two needles, the silver needle stabbed firmly into both ends of the toothpick.

When the referee saw the toothpick in Li MingEn's hand, he had a victory or defeat in his heart.

Li MingEn's third needle is to place the needle in the middle of the toothpick and insert the silver needle a little bit.

The referee team was also surprised at Li MingEn's mastery of the silver needle. It can be said that he has reached the point of perfection. Looking at Jiang Feng, he didn't mean to start at all.