Chapter 524: Heroes cherish heroes!

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"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The silver needle pulled out afterimages in midair, and plunged into Xiang Lao's big holes from all angles.

Whether it is angle, depth, or angle, it is perfect.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan stretched out his index fingers and flicked the silver needles with his fingernails.

"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!"

The sound of Jintiejiao mingled endlessly, echoing in the room.

Although Xiang Lao didn't understand medical skills, he became a doctor after a long illness. I don't know how many famous doctors I have seen over the years.

And the hand of "Avalokitesvara Hand" displayed by Ye Fan made him look at it with admiration, and subconsciously asked: "Brother Ye, what kind of acupuncture is this?"

"Father's Divine Needle!" Ye Fan paused, his tone full of undisguised pride.

As soon as he said this, Xiang Lao's eyes burst out with an unprecedented bright light.

With his identity and knowledge, he naturally knows that the magic of Du'er Shenzhen is the originator of the Huaxia Fourth God Needle, possessing the magical effect of the living dead and the flesh and bones.

For a while, his long silent heart produced a trace of expectation, but he dared not expect too much, for fear that it would be nothing in the end.

After that, Ye Fan continued to take out the needles, piercing the four points of Tanzhong, Dovetail, Juque, and Qihai in front of him.

After the four silver needles were inserted in the acupuncture points, they continued to tremble, as if they were being moved by an invisible big hand.

Qinglong wagging its tail!

Baihu shook his head!

The tortoise explores the den!

Red wind facing the source!

All kinds of tricks were displayed from Ye Fan.

And the last silver needle, converging Ye Fan's inner strength, drew a graceful parabola in mid-air, and pierced the Baihui acupoint on the top of Xiang Lao's head impartially.

"Ten Thousand Buddha Dynasty Sect!"

At the next moment, Xiang Lao's body seemed to be bathed in golden light, full of vitality.

Seeing this scene, the cold beauty next to her did not blink her eyes, and subconsciously squeezed her fists, both nervous and expectant.

She knew better than anyone how tortured Xiang Lao had been these days.

Countless times late at night, she heard Xiang Lao's muffled hum. After rushing into the room, she found that the pillows had been soaked in cold sweat for several times.

Eight different powerful internal strengths, using his body as a battlefield, unscrupulously destroy, even a tough guy with strong bones, I am afraid it will immediately collapse.

Therefore, Leng Meiren hopes that Xiang Lao can heal more than anyone else, and once again become the hero who traverses the world and champions the three armies!

...

As time passed, the old face of the neck was replaced by a blush.

When Ye Fan saw this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile.

But the next moment, his smile instantly condensed.

"Puff!"

Xiang Lao's body shook, and he spit out a mouthful of red blood, which was astonishing in mid-air like blossoming blood lotus.

The vitality that had been stimulated in his body was suddenly decayed.

"not good!"

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan's face changed drastically, and he walked forward quickly, trying to remove the silver needle from the top of Xiang Lao's head.

However, as soon as he touched the silver needle with his finger, he only felt a burst of powerful force, like a volcanic eruption and the bursting of the Yangtze River, bombarding from Xiang Lao's body.

This force possesses the power of destroying the world and does not give Ye Fan any chance to breathe.

Ye Fan even had an illusion, as if turning into a lonely boat in the storm, vacillating and might be swallowed at any time!

He knew that his act of using the divine acupuncture crossing and wanting to treat Xiang Lao just now angered the eight energies in Xiang Lao's body.

The divine needle that has always been unfavorable, can't eliminate these eight internal forces.

And now, they regard him as an "outer" as an enemy and want to destroy him.

For a time, Ye Fan fell into a very dangerous situation, and if he was careless, he would suffer backlash and die.

On the other side, Leng Meiren obviously also noticed the strangeness in the field, but couldn't intervene at all, and could only do it in a hurry.

Just at this moment, Wei Qianshan, Beichen Immortal Venerable, who had been silent for a long time in Ye Fan's body, suddenly spoke:

"Xiao Fan, embrace Yuan Shouyi, hold on to your mind, yin and yang, refining the spirit and reversing the emptiness..."

Hearing Wei Lao speak, Ye Fan seemed to have taken a reassurance pill and quickly followed suit.

Immediately afterwards, a mysterious, vast and majestic force oozes out from his dantian and rushes to the limbs.

In just a few breaths, the inner strength of the strong man who invaded his body was like snow meeting the warm sun, instantly melting and disappearing.

And the connection between Ye Fan and Xiang Lao was also cut off, out of danger.

...

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Ye Fan took a few steps back, panting heavily, his face was full of horror, his vest was soaked in cold sweat, as if he was walking in front of a ghost gate.

Only he knew the danger just now.

If it hadn't been for Wei Lao to rescue him in time, then his body had already been flooded with the inner strength of those eight powers of heaven.

Even if Ye Fan had a Cangtian Hegemony body, he was only a cultivator of the foundation realm, at best equivalent to the master of the Profound Realm, I am afraid that he would explode and die soon.

At this time, Wei Lao's majestic voice sounded directly in his spiritual consciousness: "Xiao Fan, you are too careless! This level of power is far from being able to be resolved by you now!"

"Lao Wei, what you taught is that I knew it was wrong!" Ye Fan lowered his head and said in embarrassment.

In fact, he knew the dangers from the beginning, but he still reluctantly wanted to try.

"but--"

Suddenly, Wei's old talker turned around and said awe-inspiringly: "Since ancient times, the beauty has sighed for twilight, and heroes are not allowed to see white heads! This Xiang Pojun can be considered a man. He met the deity today, so he is lucky!

In Wei Lao's tone, there is a bit of "hero cherish hero".

In terms of strength, even if Xiang Pojun is a powerhouse of heaven, in the eyes of a supreme immortal like Wei Lao, he is still an ant-like existence, vulnerable to a blow.

However, the heroic spirit of Xiang Pojun has nothing to do with strength, which is awe-inspiring!

At the same time, Ye Fan seemed to hear the overtones of Wei Lao, his eyes lit up, and he asked quickly: "Wei Lao, do you mean...?"

"Hahaha..."

Wei Lao let out a hearty laugh and continued: "Xiao Fan, come forward, and leave the rest to the deity!"

Ye Fan immediately stepped forward upon hearing this.

Immediately afterwards, he only felt that his consciousness had once again lost control of his body, as if heaven and man were out of his body, and in a "third party" manner, he saw "self" slowly extending his right palm and pressing against Xiang Lao. At his chest.

...

"boom!"

In the next moment, an unprecedented bright light bloomed in his palm, just like creating a red sun, eclipsing everything in the world.

The golden light lasted for several minutes before slowly converging.

Finally, Ye Fan's consciousness regained control of his body.

"Xiao Fan, the deity has consumed too much energy just now, and the deity needs to rest for a few days!" Old Wei's voice rang in his ears again.

Ye Fan nodded, then looked down at Xiang Lao in the wheelchair.

Looking into the distance, I saw that Xiang Lao seemed to have received a spiritual baptism, his face was covered with an incredible color, his lips moved, and he muttered:

"This... how is this possible? What happened?!"

"Lao Xiang, what's the matter with you? Is it better?" Ye Fan asked cautiously.

Hearing this, Xiang Lao's eyes drenched, as if using the power of nine oxen and two tigers, he slowly raised his right hand.

Although his movements were extremely slow, like an old man with a dying wind, the cold beauty next to him saw this scene, but her body was shocked, as if she had seen something incredible.

And her pretty face, like a robot, also showed unconcealable joy, and exclaimed: "Chief, are you... able to move?"

You know, before Xiang Lao was attacked by those eight inner strengths, he could barely maintain his sanity, and his body could not move at all.

And now, although his movements are very slow, as long as the root cause of the disease is solved and healed completely, it is only a matter of time!

At this moment, Xiang Lao stared at Ye Fan with sharp eyes, and said every word:

"Brother Ye, the eight inner strengths that have ravaged me for many years, although they did not immediately disappear, they were trapped in the dantian by an overbearing force, and did not dare to step beyond the thunder pond! Such an ability! How did you do it?"