Chapter 774

Cui Deshou knows his family's affairs.

He knows best about his own injury.

Maybe not.

But it's half wasted. His strength can barely maintain the state of first-class Emperor Wu, but it's just a look. If he really makes a move, he may not even let Cui let this younger generation do it.

Just now, in order to stop the self explosion of the coquettish Fox and prevent the aftermath of the self explosion of a level-7 demon emperor from completely destroying the whole Qinghe town guard house, he had to fight the danger of serious injury or even tragedy.

result.

No unexpected tragedy.

The Dantian was blown up, the foundation of martial arts was seriously injured, and even the origin of the spirit appeared a crack.

Such an injury, relying on himself, is afraid to be difficult to recover in his life.

"It's useless!"

Cui Deshou sighed in his heart, but he didn't regret it.

At least he's not dead, is he?

Cui Deshou can barely see death as his home. Even if he knows that he is half abandoned, his face can still maintain a bit of meaningless indifference.

However, Cui rang, Cui Hao and others opposite him didn't have such a good concentration. Seeing the old ancestor spray two mouthfuls of blood, his breath was depressed, and they were all flustered one by one.

"Lao Zu, there are two ninth level miraculous drugs in the Treasury. I'll get them for you now!"

Cui rang just wanted to do it, but he was slapped back by Cui Deshou.

"Bastard! How many times have I told you not to panic, not to panic, why don't you have a long memory?"

Cui Deshou took a breath, yelled fiercely and scolded, "if the level 9 magic medicine is useful, it's still necessary for you to get it? Do you really think I've lived enough?"

"Lao Zu..."

Cui let se be speechless and was overwhelmed with grief. Just now Cui Deshou stretched out his hand, which made Cui feel that the current strength level of the old ancestor had degenerated to the peak of King level.

The imperial breath on the surface is just strong support.

"It's over! The cultivation of my grandfather has fallen so badly that we, the Cui family in Qinghe, are afraid that there will be no imperial protection anymore!"

A naive feeling of falling down made Cui suffocate.

At this time, the emperor doesn't come out and the king fights everywhere. If there is no emperor level strong man in charge, it is no different from the fish on the chopping board.

The old ancestor's injury is gone. They are afraid that Qinghe town guard will never be able to resist the next battle to destroy the city.

"Level 9 magic medicine can't work. We can find a doctor!"

"Yes, yes! Doctor, go to Beijing to find Gongshang Tonghua. He is the king of federal medicine. There must be a way!"

Cui rang began to go to hospital in an emergency. He forgot that even a medical king like Tonghua could not cure the injury of the emperor level strong.

"Pa!"

Cui Deshou slapped him again and shouted directly on Cui rang's old face to wake him up.

"I don't have a long memory and I'm confused?"

"Don't you know what the cultivation of Tonghua is? In the whole federal territory, apart from the three emperors, have you ever heard of any doctor who can cure the injuries of emperor level warriors?"

"Stay and don't lose face in front of my distinguished guests!"

Cui Deshou kicked Cui to one side, and then looked at Qi Bing and ye Hanshuang with some unpleasantness. He apologized: "let's laugh at you. A few little things who haven't seen the world. When you meet a big fart, you're so nervous that you don't know the southeast and northwest."

"Come on, two emperors, please take your seats!"

Cui Deshou reached out and asked Qi Chong and ye Hanshuang to take their seats in the main hall. At this time, Yang Fan, Tian Buqi and Zhu Sibo also got up and left their seats, quietly watching the performances of several big men.

Qi Bing looked up at Yang Fan and said to Cui Deshou in a voice, "Cui's master is also worried about his predecessors. If he cares, it's just chaos."

"However, the elder just said that no one in the whole federation can cure the imperial injury, but it is a little biased."

Qi Bing said with a smile, "at least as far as Qi knows, there is such a medical genius who can heal the injuries suffered by Emperor level warriors."

Cui Deshou was stunned: "is president Qi deliberately comforting me? I don't think I'm so ignorant. If the Federation has such great medical power, how can I not have heard of it?"

"I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears two days ago. Naturally, I can't do it."

Qi Bing shook his head slightly, and the old God said, "if we didn't just catch up with the spiritual tide, all satellite communications in the Federation would be interrupted. Perhaps now, the name of the first medical king of Tonghua Federation has changed to others."

"Oh?" Cui Deshou immediately became interested, and his eyes lit up. He cut his voice to Qi Bing and said, "I don't know who the name of the great medical power mentioned by President Qi is, and where is it now?"

Seeing hope, the desire for survival soared. Are you wooden?

Qi Bing is not only a strong emperor, but also the vice president of the martial arts association. Naturally, what he said can't be open-ended.

Most of the Federation really has such a great medical talent who can treat imperial patients.

It's one thing to treat death like home, but it's another to seek medical treatment.

Although Cui Deshou is not afraid of death, he doesn't want to die. He only lived for more than 200 years and didn't live enough!

Hearing the dialogue between Qi Bing and Cui Deshou, Yang Fan suddenly felt that it was not very interesting.

Being praised face to face is a powerful feeling of medical ethics. It's so shy.

"Far away, near!"

Qi Bing suddenly raised his hand and pointed to Yang Fan. Zheng Sheng introduced to Cui Deshou: "let me formally introduce the young genius in front of me. He is the medical genius that I just said can cure emperor level martial artists. Yang Fan, the chief physician of my martial arts association!"

"Uh?"

Cui Deshou was stunned and glanced at Yang Fan. He couldn't help showing an expression that you don't want to joke with me.

Just after coming out of the gate of space, Cui Deshou saw the existence of Yang Fan and his party, but he just thought that these young people were the younger generation brought by Qi Bing and ye Hanshuang, and didn't care too much.

Now, Qi Bing even told him that this seemingly inconspicuous young man in the crowd was a powerful doctor and could heal his imperial injury.

The joke is not funny at all.

How can a young man who is not even a king have the ability to heal emperor level injuries?

"Yes, yes!" Cui rang also reacted at this time and quickly patted his head: "I'm really dizzy. How can I forget master Yang!"

"Lao Zu, master Yang's medical skill is superior. Before, outside the city, all seven elders and I were seriously injured. It is Yang Fan who used the healing skill to treat us in time. Only then can we recover our strength in a short time and destroy the enemy in one fell swoop!"

"Lao Zu, I can prove that Yang Fan's medical skill is much better than Tonghua!"

Cui rang's words stunned Cui Deshou again.

Yang Shi?

Cui rang even called such a teenage baby teacher Yang. Do you want to respect him so much?

In addition, Cui rang is above the king level, especially the patriarch Cui rang is the king level peak. Even his injuries can be healed and recovered in a short time. It seems that the young man in front of him really has some skills.

At this time, Yang Fan suddenly winked at Cui Hao, who was still stunned. At this time, if you don't stand up and express yourself, brush the sense of existence in front of Lao Zu, when will you wait?

Cui Hao was not a fool. He immediately got the deep meaning in Yang Fan's eyes. Without hesitation, he bent his knees.

Plop!

He knelt down in front of Yang Fan and begged Yang Fan in a high voice full of affection and eagerness: "master, please, for the sake of the disciples, take the initiative to heal the wounded for our ancestors. We Cui family can't live without the ancestors, and the disciples can't live without the ancestors! The ancestors are the people closest to and revered by the disciples in Cui family!"

With that, Cui Hao even squeezed out two tears. He said it affectionately, and Yang Fan was a little moved.

I didn't expect that Cui Hao was still a bold and unrestrained school. It would be more perfect if he howled twice at this time.

Cui Deshou was stunned. Who is this? It's like howling and mourning. It makes me seem to have driven a crane to the West.

"This is..."

Cui Deshou glanced at Cui rang suspiciously, and Cui rang softly explained to him: "my grandfather didn't know. Elder Cui Hao was saved by master Yang when he went to explore the secret territory of martial arts some time ago. He felt deeply that master Yang had rich common sense, so he took the opportunity to worship Yang Fan as his master."

Saying this, Cui rang couldn't help sighing: "elder Cui Hao is really a man of temperament! He is also loyal to the family, and he has nothing to say to you, but he has always regarded you as his idol and his lifelong goal."

"Now, it's no wonder that he was so worried and lost his head when he saw that Lao Zu was seriously injured."

Cui Deshou nodded slightly, which is not surprising. As the ancestor of the Cui family, he has always been an idol in the eyes of all the people in the family.

Although he didn't have much contact with Cui Hao before, and the boy suddenly broke into a king and became a new elder in the spiritual tide, it doesn't affect the shining image of his father Cui Hao.

Yang Fan's eyes swept over Cui Deshou and Cui rang's faces. He was slightly satisfied. It seems that the effect of the performance is fairly broad.

Really, in order to gain a firm foothold in the family, Cui Hao, as a master, is really heartbroken.

"Come on, get up!" Yang Fan glanced down at Cui Hao and whispered, "you are the most important disciple of the teacher. Naturally, I won't stand idly by."

"It's just that elder Cui doesn't seem to trust the means of being a teacher. It's not good to be a teacher. Take the initiative to heal him..."

Up to now, Cui Deshou hasn't taken the initiative to seek medical treatment. Yang Fan is also a man of face. His medical skills are not so cheap.

Cui Deshou was so happy that he couldn't help laughing.

This young man is a little interesting and confident.

Although he was seriously injured now, the imperial breath was still on him. Under his imperial authority, the young man didn't change his face and spoke so hard, which is definitely not something anyone can do.

This little guy is not a liar with extremely strong psychological quality, so he is definitely a person with real skills!

For a moment, Cui Deshou suddenly had some intention. Perhaps, his injury can really be rescued again.