Chapter 282

By this time, Wang Zhe had climbed out of the underground pit.

In order to make complaints about the fact that Mao chiefs always love to shoot people down to the ground, they have made a good hole in the floor and have been considering the following maintenance problems of other guest houses.

It's very ungrateful. You have wood!

After patting the dust on his body, Wang Zhe's eyes also fell on Zhao Wanqian, who was just carried out by Yang Fan from the ground. There was some unexpected color on his face.

He knows that Yang Fan has some simple treatment skills. The day before yesterday, at the South China military school, Wang Zhe witnessed Yang Fan wave his hand and cure the swelling and trauma on Jin Wenze's face.

However, he could not imagine that Yang Fan's therapy could not only cure some skin injuries such as redness and swelling, but also heal the cultivation strength weakened by the collapse of martial arts self-confidence.

Such a powerful therapeutic effect seems a little amazing.

Wang Zhe can see clearly that although the martial arts self-confidence of Zhong Dashan and Zhao Wanqian, who have been treated by Yang Fan, is still in a state of collapse, because of the recovery of their cultivation strength, their martial arts will is gradually recovering. Once the martial arts will is completely restored, the martial arts self-confidence will condense again.

Although Yang Fan's treatment does not cure the root, it undoubtedly greatly shortens the time for these Qingshan martial arts school students to recover their martial arts confidence.

Look at the speed of recovery of martial arts will on them. Maybe in another night, these Tianjiao students will be able to fully recover before the resource competition for the challenge arena of the town hall officially begins.

Wang Zhe sighed softly, "why is this smelly son so sincere? Even if you have such treatment, you can't cure all people at once. Wouldn't it be better to leave a small tail and let them get better just after the challenge arena?"

Without six strong competitors, won't they have a greater chance of winning the championship of South China martial arts school?

"This little cousin is still a little tender." Wang Zhe glanced at Ren Qingzhi around him and said in his heart: "with this old Bangcai commanding next to me, even if my little cousin has such a means against the sky in the field of will, it will inevitably not be exploited by others!"

Yang Fan's will field is flawed. Even master level 2 like Wang Zhe has been aware of it. Wang Qingzhi is the master's peak. How can he not be aware of it?

As long as that time comes, these people of Qingshan martial arts school will all stand at a distance of five meters from Yang Fan, so that Yang Fan's will field can not play the corresponding restrictive function. No matter how powerful the move can not attack the enemy, it can only become a useless decoration.

Fundamentally speaking, the cultivation strength of the six students of Qingshan martial arts school is far above Yang Fan. If they deliberately avoid it, Yang Fan may not be able to catch up with him.

"Little brother, the student you brought is very special."

Ren Qingzi glanced at Wang Zhe and said in a low voice: "I understood the field of will in advance at a young age. I don't say it. I even seem to know more about the joint attack skills commonly used in the army. Just now he hit the weakest part of the children's battle array. This is definitely not a coincidence."

"Otherwise, Dashan will lose in the end, but they will never lose so quickly and miserably."

Ren Qingzhi is very confident about the Guiyuan battle array practiced by Zhong Dashan. The six children fight together, and the breath of Guiyuan is one. The momentum gathered has far exceeded the general martial arts level 9, and even has a trace of grandmaster level prestige.

Just now, there was a lack of Yao Chengbin, which made the perfect battle array composed of six people lose one point of strength and one point of defect, which made Yang Fan find the flaw so quickly.

Otherwise, only by virtue of Yang Fan's will field, which has just begun to take shape, may not be able to win them in their heyday.

"Ha ha." Wang Zhe made a ha ha and boasted, "it's just normal operation. It's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning!"

Wang Zhe said triumphantly, "it's not that I boast. My little cousin has been smart, gifted and has excellent comprehension ability since childhood. No matter what martial arts he has, he can easily find out the flaws. He's so arrogant that even my cousin is a little ashamed."

Ren Qingzhi pulled the corner of his mouth, and the palm of his right hand began to itch again. He couldn't help but want to slap the bragging guy in front of him again.

Think I'm stupid?

I can find the flaw at a glance. I've been wandering the Jianghu for more than 100 years. What kind of genius have I never seen?

Never forget, there are not no super geniuses who can understand God at a glance, but they are all baby bumps that may not be able to come out of hundreds of millions of people. Basically, they will be secretly taken away by the relevant departments from birth and trained intensively. Where can they be allowed to pick up the leak from the South China military school?

This Yang Fan, at most, has amazing understanding. As for others, he may not be very powerful.

Otherwise, it will not be only level 4 of martial arts until now.

"And his healing skill, brother Ren, you have seen it with your own eyes. It's all a matter of minutes and seconds, and the effect is comparable to high-level miraculous medicine. I didn't blow it to you. He cured the old injury that lasted more than 30 years on our old headmaster in South China in the West Chu city. In a word, he was also the lifesaver of the old headmaster."

Wang Zhe began to put a halo on Yang Fan's body, with outstanding medical ability. These two alone should be able to frighten Ren Qingzhi and give up his dissatisfaction with Yang Fan.

For this little cousin, Wang Zhe really broke his heart. He blew more cowhide than he had put together in the past 20 years.

One of Ren Qing was stunned. He seemed to be serious. Unexpectedly, he raised his voice to Wang Zhe and asked, "seriously, he can even heal the master's peak injury?"

He had heard about Zhu Huanan's injury for a long time. Thirty years ago, the old madman killed himself into the Luoyu mountain with a sword, causing the Luoyu mountain chicken to fly and the dog to jump. It is said that he killed three green apes at the demon king level. He was also seriously injured. He has been living in the West Chu City for decades.

According to Wang Zhe's words, the old guy's injury has completely healed, and he was cured by the teenager in front of him.

That's a little awesome.

Once a martial artist at the master level, especially at the master's peak level, is seriously injured, in addition to suffering and slowly recovering by relying on his own strength, only high-level elixirs and spiritual plants above level 7 can be effectively cured.

Of course, if someone above the king level is willing to take action, it's not a matter, but who can have such a big face and ask someone who can use the king level?

Therefore, it is now said that Yang Fan has the ability to heal the injury of the master's top strong. Ren Qingzhi immediately fell in love and stared at Yang Fan with bright eyes, which seems to have a different purpose.

Seeing this, Wang Zhe felt a little bad for a moment. The cowhide seemed to blow a little big just now.

Looking at Ren Qingzhi's squint, it must be bad. If he really found a seriously injured patient of the master's peak level, what should he do?

Just now he patronized and blew his mouth. Wang Zhe never thought that Yang Fan's primary treatment can really cure the master's peak?

I have no bottom in my heart!

"Well, that's what everyone says anyway. The master of South China hasn't publicly denied it. Maybe Qi won't be false?"

Wang Zhe began to become a little guilty, and his tone of voice was not as sure as when he bragged just now.

"That can't be wrong!" Ren Qingzhi excitedly patted Wang Zhe on the shoulder and said happily: "Zhu Huanan's old Bangcai has a hot temper and can't tolerate sand in his eyes. Since he didn't deny it, ninety-nine percent of it is true!"

Wang Zhe couldn't help but want to retort. Where is the old headmaster's hot temper? The people who are clearly gentle and elegant don't seem to have a trace of smoke and anger. They talk like a scholar. How can they be hot tempered?

However, it is true that there is no room for sand in his eyes. The old headmaster is upright and has the spirit of ancient literati. No one can cheat in front of him.

Therefore, Wang Zhe is even more guilty. If Ren Qingzhi has nothing to do to go to the master of South China for verification, the matter will be exposed. He will certainly have no good fruit to eat.

"Little brother!" one of Ren Qing put his arms around Wang Zhe's shoulder, showed a very kind and sincere smile on his face, and asked Wang Zhe softly, "did you just say that Yang Fan is your cousin?"

Wang Zhe nodded proudly: "yes, he is indeed my cousin, pro!"

"That's good!" Ren Qingzhi's arm hugged more tightly and forced him to say, "you and I are brothers. Since he is your cousin, he is naturally my cousin. Everyone is a family. Is there nothing wrong with that?"

Before Wang Zhe answered, Ren Qingzhi continued, "just in time, there is a secret wound on my old brother, which has tortured me for nearly 60 years. I don't know if I can ask my little cousin to stretch out his hand and heal me?"

Ren Qingzhi's eyes showed an unspeakable eagerness.

The dark place on his body has a history of more than 60 years. Although it is not serious, it is very annoying. Just like previous rheumatism, it will drill out and show its face and heart when it is cloudy and rainy.

Over the years, doctors haven't been looking for and taking less elixirs, but there is no way to eradicate them completely.

Now, seeing that Yang Fan has such a means of treatment and listening to Wang Zhe blowing through the mountains and the South China Sea, Ren Qingzhi's long silent mind is alive again.

Even Zhu Huanan's old injury, which has been silted up for more than 30 years, can be cured. There may be hope for his underlying diseases in the past 60 years.

"Of course it's no problem to be..." Wang Zhe stammered a little and was a little difficult to ride a tiger. He quickly left himself a way back: "but, brother, after all, this is an old disease 60 years ago. It's already deep-rooted and may not really have miraculous effects. If it doesn't work, I can't blame you."

Ren Qingzhi nodded readily: "that's natural. Do you think my brother looks like that kind of unreasonable person? We are brothers. As long as my cousin is willing to treat me with heart, he will be cured. I have great confidence in him!"

Wang Zhe's heart slipped. Can the implication of this sentence be understood like this? If it can't be cured, it's no intention. Don't blame him for being rude at that time?

"Cousin, just promise him!" at this time, Yang Fan's spirit spread to Wang Zhe's ear, "I'm sure of his injury!"

Wang Zhe was inspired.

I couldn't help looking up at Yang Fan. I saw that the little cousin had leisure to make eyes at him until this time. I couldn't help but feel relieved.

This little guy showed his healing skills in front of Ren Qingzhi in such a high profile. Shouldn't he have planned to invite the old Bangcai into the urn himself?

On this thought, Wang Zhe more and more felt that it was really possible. Yang Fan must have seen through the hidden diseases and old diseases of Ren Qingzhi long ago, so he thought of using this method to deliberately approach Ren Qingzhi.

This clever boy is really good at acting. He almost cheated his cousin.