Village Doctor's Magic Hands

At the back of the villa, less than a hundred meters away, there was a martial arts training ground made of dusty loess square bricks. Zhao Sanjin followed the sparrow and felt the strange atmosphere at present. After hesitating for a while, he gently frowned and asked, "does my uncle want to tell me that the mysterious atmosphere in my body is a little like the spiritual strength in your mouth?"

Zhao Sanjin's question did not get the immediate response from the sparrow. Fortunately, Zhao Sanjin was not in a hurry and waited patiently. Three or five minutes later, the sparrow nodded heavily and said, "I think it should be."

This answer really surprised Zhao Sanjin.

How could Zhao Sanjin be the way of cultivating in the outer Wulin? Moreover, it is not difficult for Zhao Sanjin to guess that even the sparrow has no ability to practice spiritual strength.

As shocked as Zhao Sanjin, there is actually Si que himself.

In the last competition on the lawn, the sparrow was afraid that Zhao Sanjin, who had just recovered from serious injury, could not give full play to his strength and did not pay too much attention to this problem. However, today, Zhao Sanjin's real punch can only make the loose loess square brick bear a trace of dust.

According to Si Que's estimation, since the mysterious smell in Zhao Sanjin's body can refute him, it is absolutely powerful. In this way, it is too abnormal for the fist just to bear only a trace of dust.

"How should Lingjin play out?" Zhao Sanjin was shocked and realized a key problem.

"I don't know... Half of my life has passed. I haven't found out the cultivation method of Lingjin. I want to go to the Wulin to worship, but I'm rejected because of my lack of strength. Naturally, it's impossible to know."

Sure enough, Zhao Sanjin's guess is not wrong at all. The sparrow really has no way to cultivate spiritual strength.

Looking at Zhao Sanjin's face showing a very obvious color of disappointment, although Si que felt a little embarrassed, he insisted: "I don't know the method, but I heard that if you open the elixir field, you can absorb the aura and become the spirit strength. You can turn the emptiness into reality and beat the spirit strength out of the elixir field with moves."

"Beat out the spirit strength?" how did Zhao Sanjin begin to feel that sique's words were becoming more and more unreliable?

Reiki is colorless, tasteless and invisible. Even if you open the elixir field and absorb Reiki into the elixir field to become Reiki, you still can't change the fact that Reiki is invisible!

Since they are invisible, how can they be typed out? Zhao Sanjin was puzzled.

Similarly, Zhao Sanjin did not continue to ask this question, because he knew very well that sique must not know.

Perhaps in the inner Wulin, Si que has reached the peak in the aspect of Reiki cultivation, but to the extent of spiritual strength exploration, Si que may still be a little white who is worse than him.

"The problem of Lingjin needs you to explore slowly. The only thing I can help you is a suggestion." Si que turned around, looked at Zhao Sanjin seriously and said, "if possible, go to find a mountain gate and learn from teachers, that's the best way to explore Lingjin."

"If I have a chance, I think I will." Zhao Sanjin nodded and replied equivocally.

The two walked slowly back to the martial arts training ground. Looking at the three wooden man piles on the field, they had broken marks, but Si que still couldn't help but want to fight a few moves. He even looked at Zhao Sanjin and said with a smile: "do you want to try?"

"No!" Zhao Sanjin refused without thinking.

The sparrow didn't force it. He took care of himself. Zhao Sanjin sat aside and watched patiently. From time to time, the sparrow would ask two questions. When they met interesting topics, they would talk more.

"If one day you recover your memory, or I find your parents, will you leave?" Si que suddenly stopped his action, his eyes fell into Zhao Sanjin's dark eyes and asked seriously.

"Yes!" Zhao Sanjin still went straight, saying what he thought.

"You're really spontaneous, and you're not afraid that Si Le can't let go?" Si Que's conversation suddenly turned, as if the old driver suddenly came to a 180 degree flying car drift, which made Zhao Sanjin feel that his thoughts stopped and his brain suddenly became a little useless.

If you can, Zhao Sanjin really doesn't want to answer this question, but Si Que's threatening eyes didn't move away. Zhao Sanjin can only answer embarrassedly: "Si Le is a good girl!"

"Forget it, your boy is an elm head and doesn't know how to open his mind. Talking to you about these problems is like talking to a cow. But I can tell you, I'm such a baby daughter. Her love for you is absolutely true. If you dare to make her sad..."

Si que didn't finish what he said, but the meaning he wanted to express was quite obvious. He didn't want to warn Zhao Sanjin that he couldn't live up to Si Le if he failed anyone. Otherwise, this account must be properly calculated.

"By the way, do you know why I want you to come forward to solve the mercenary Corps in Africa?" Si que looked at Zhao Sanjin, who no longer spoke, and felt a little boring. He changed the topic and continued to talk to Zhao Sanjin.

Shaking his head, Zhao Sanjin asked, "why?"

"Because, ah, only you can be qualified for this position."