The next moment, he raised his hand and rubbed his fingers, and three needles condensed with energy appeared out of thin air.

"go!"

With a light shout, he bent his fingers and three needles flew out and pierced into the old man's eyebrows, chest, and the position in the sandalwood.

"Um?"

Seeing this scene, Chen Feng's eyes flashed and he was very surprised.

The three-teacher's death-taking needle, this guy actually has this needle technique that has been lost for nearly a hundred years. No wonder he is so confident.

Thinking back to the beginning, what he passed on to Mr. Qin was this set of acupuncture. I wonder where this fat guy learned it?

In terms of effect, the Sancai Deadly Needle is not weaker than the Four Symbol Xuanmen Needle in some aspects.

However, magic is dead, human beings live, and the specific effects vary from person to person and are not fixed.

Observing a little while beside him, Chen Feng couldn't help but shake his head.

It seems that Master Cui has developed a lot of skills in this set of acupuncture, but everyone has different understanding and talent. It seems that his technique is very skillful, but he has a faint lack of a charm.

There is tangible but no spirit, and the difference is different from heaven and earth!

Based on this alone, his opinion of this fat guy was a little lower.

At this level, it may be difficult to save the old man's life.

Even the cause of the disease may not be found.

Sure enough, the needle hair condensed by three powerful energy changed several places and pierced it, but the old man did not react at all.

On the contrary, Lord Cui's face became more and more gloomy, and finally he looked ugly and dripped out of water.

Seeing his expression change, everyone around him was not a fool, so naturally he understood that the situation was very difficult, and his faces collapsed tightly!

For a moment, the atmosphere of the entire venue was so dull that it almost solidified, and many people were suppressed so much that they could hardly breathe.

"Master Cui, what's wrong with my father? You said something?"

The middle-aged man who was most worried about the audience was the middle-aged man.

Seeing Master Cui’s appearance, his heart quickly sank to the bottom of the valley.

As long as you are not a fool, you understand what is going on. Obviously, the master of the medical school is helpless.

"well!"

Facing everyone's inquiring eyes, Lord Cui raised his hand to retract the three powerful needles and sighed helplessly.

"The old man is already ill and has no way to recover. I am really powerless. I should prepare for my funeral!"

"What?"

Even though he had guessed that this was the case, he heard the other party with his own ears that the middle-aged man could not bear it for a while, and his body shook and almost sat on the ground.

"Master Cui, you are a living genius doctor. There is no disease that you cannot cure. Please, save my old father! You can say whatever conditions you need, even if I can do it, it is not too late to go up to the mountain of swords and seas of fire!"

While speaking, the middle-aged man begged and wanted to kneel down to Master Cui.

"Don't do this! It is our doctor's duty to save lives and heal the wounded. The old man's condition is too serious, so we really can't do anything!"

Lord Cui shook his head, stepped forward and helped the middle-aged man up, and sighed again.

"Actually, if it were a little earlier and not delaying such a while, the old man might not be able to save him!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was stunned at first, then came to his senses and looked at Chen Feng with great resentment.

"It's all your fault! If you hadn't been wasting time in such trouble, how could my father lose his life? You'll pay my father's life!"
Chapter completed!