Mr. Hongzhu, who was beside the man in black robe, had already understood in his heart at this time.

He finally knew who this mysterious man in black robe was a bit familiar.

Mr. Hongzhu thought that using the original true qi to explore the human body, the source qi can reach this level, and the entire Central Plains will not exceed one-handed number. As far as he knows, there are only five doctors in the Central Plains who have this ability.

Mr. Hongzhu can do it, and the other saint of their Hongyezhai can do it, the Divine Doctor Chang under Baidi, and the "that person" of the Ghost Sect can do it. This man in black robe is not the doctor of their Hongyezhai. The Divine Doctor Chang under Baidi has always been in charge of Baidi City with the contemporary Baidi Emperor Yuchi Qianmu for many years, so naturally he will not be here. As for the one in the Ghost Sect, let alone... In addition, the remaining fifth person is Huarufeng, the medicine king of the Medical Valley.

Mr. Hongzhu was convinced that this mysterious doctor who represented the battle of the Su clan family was the King of Medicine in the Medical Valley, another medical saint who was standing side by side with him in the Central Plains, and was also his old rival, Huaru style.

Mr. Hongzhu had already understood why the Su clan family insisted on dividing the battle for immortality that could be resolved in one day into two games. The Su clan family was waiting for the arrival of the ace of Huarufeng...

I saw that less than three minutes had passed, the man in black robe took back his original true energy, stood up from the round stool and left slowly. Obviously, he had completed all the investigations.

Seeing that the last doctor also completed the investigation, Mr. Hongzhu moved his pace slightly forward and said:

"For fairness, my Hongyezhai servants will hand you paper and pens, and ask all the doctors to write their own investigation results on paper, leave their own signatures, and then the maids will present them one by one. I will decide the doctors who stay based on the content on the paper."

As Mr. Hongzhu's voice fell, the nine maids of Hongyezhai walked out of the backstage with rice paper and pen and ink, and came to the doctors.

The doctors took the paper and pen, and then showed their magical powers. They used the source energy to control the rice paper in the air, dipped it in ink and held the pen with one hand, and the pen ran away, flying on the paper...

Seeing the doctors around him showing their magical powers, Zilong shook his head. Among these nine doctors, he was the youngest and had the lowest cultivation level. With Zilong's mid-level fourth-level cultivation level, it was quite difficult to control the rice paper firmly in the air.

Moreover, Zilong felt that he had no need to lose so much original true energy for this. He was a small cultivator in the middle stage of the fourth level, but he was far less rich in source energy than these old men.

Zilong didn't care about other people's gazes. He saw him walking forward, lying next to the auction table, spreading rice paper on the auction table, and starting to write with his pen...

Not long after, everyone finished writing their own answers on paper.

The maids stepped forward one after another, took their respective answers from the nine doctors, and handed them over to Mr. Hongzhu one by one.

Mr. Hongzhu raised his right hand and waved it gently, and raised the rice paper that answered by the nine doctors in the air.

Rice paper flew around Mr. Hongzhu, flashing through Mr. Hongzhu's vision. In less than two minutes, Mr. Hongzhu read the answers of the nine doctors one by one.

The rice paper flew back, stacked layer by layer, stacked on the side in an orderly manner.

Mr. Hongzhu held his hands behind his back, glanced at the nine doctors, and then spoke lightly, saying:

"A total of seven doctors completed the first round of visits."

"They are Master Yao of the Cheng clan, Master Guo, Miao Duzong, Master Li Qing, Master Zhao Cirong, Master Wang and Master Hua from the Su clan."

...

When Mr. Hongzhu was thinking about Master Hua, in front of the Su clan family, the man in black robe lowered his head and gently raised it, and he silently said in his heart:

"I was discovered by this old guy..."

...

Listening to Mr. Hongzhu's reading, Honglin, who was standing with Hong Danqing on one side of the venue, frowned. She asked Hong Danqing beside her and said:

"Father, why did grandpa call Zhao Zilong Zhao Cirong?"

Listening to Honglin's questions, Hong Danqing turned sideways and said:

"The list of doctors reported by the Ye clan family said that Zhao Cirong was written. It should be the pseudonym that Zhao Zilong wanted to hide his identity and thus used."

Honglin nodded slightly and continued to ask:

"But who is Master Hua who grandpa said?"

I saw Hong Danqing shook her head and replied truthfully:

"I don't know much about this. On the list reported by the Su clan family, the man in the black robe was clearly named Feng Ruhua, and I don't know why his father called him Master Hua."

Listening to Hong Danqing's answer, Hong Lin was whispering:

"Feng Ruhua? Feng Ruhua?...Hua Rufeng!"

"Alene, what did you say?"

"Father, I am a senior Huaru style!"

Hong Danqing was slightly stunned, and the next moment, he also realized it.

This master who uses his source of energy to ask is another powerful medical saint-level powerhouse in the Central Plains, Huaru, the King of Medicine in the Medical Valley.

"The Su clan family can actually invite the Chinese Confucian style..." Hongdanqing brows slightly locked and murmured alone.

...

After Mr. Hongzhu announced the list of people who passed the first round of tests, Master Bai from the Cheng clan family and a doctor from the Su clan family retreated sadly, while Zilong and others moved slightly and came to the front.

Only then did Mr. Hongzhu's voice sounded again and said:

"The next round of competition is the second round. I'll ask the remaining doctors to write down methods that can relieve the pain and relieve the dry cough of the patient. However, there is one requirement, that is, it cannot bring any burden to the patient's body.

In addition, whether it is decoction, acupuncture, or folk remedies... you can choose it, and I will finally determine whether it meets the conditions.

If there are no other questions, then the second round of competition will begin. Please start writing as soon as possible.”

Mr. Hongzhu's voice fell, but the remaining seven doctors frowned and did not move for a long time...

Seeing this, the disciples of the three major clans around the venue were turbulent, bowing their heads and talking, and talking about something.

"It seems not simple. Mr. Hongzhu's words have been finished for so long, but no one has started writing yet."

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Hongyezhai has such a strong physician power. Mr. Hongzhu personally led the way. After a year of busy life, he has not cured this patient. It must be a difficult and complicated disease that is unprecedented..."

"After saying so much, I want to know, do you know what kind of disease that person is suffering from?"

"I really don't know this..."

"Don't know? Are you not a doctor?"

"What's wrong with the doctor? Those big guys have to check the pulse and hear the disease before they can find out the specific condition of the person. If I can see what disease that guy has, then I will not stand here."

“That’s right…”

...

...

And just as there were many discussions around, the man in black robe took the lead in front of the Su clan family.

He waved his left hand lightly and controlled a page of rice paper in the air. Then he tapped his right finger and sucked a thick ink from the inkstone.

The man in black robe used his fingers as his pen and swung his ink freely. In the shock of the audience, he began to answer the second question...

Two minutes later, three people acted almost at the same time and began to answer the second question, namely Zilong, Miao Duzong, and Master Guo from the Cheng clan family...

Miao Duzong and Master Guo turned their pens and picked up the ink, and sprinkled them on the rice paper firmly controlled in the air.

Compared with the elegant style of his predecessors, Zilong seems much lower-end.

I saw Zilong approaching with paper and pen again, and then he ordered the maid holding the inkstone on the side with a smile, saying:

"Sister, you should put the inkstone on the table. I don't have the ability of them. It will be bad if I sprinkle the ink on you later."

Looking at Zilong's harmless and sunny smile, the maid serving on the side was slightly stunned at first, then nodded shyly, and placed the inkstone in her hand on the corner of the auction table.

"Thank you sister."

Zilong took the inkstone handed over by his maid and began to rely on the corner of the auction table, dipped in ink and picked up the pen, just like thinking about an article that was difficult to write. Sometimes he scratched his ears and foreheads, sometimes his eyebrows frowned, writing stopped, and he paused three times...

When the maid put down the inkstone, she did not forget to secretly look at Zilong.

Among the many old Chinese doctors with gray hair, the tender and sunny Zilong is so eye-catching.

Although Zilong is not a handsome white-faced boy, his face, which is just the right size, is clearly angular, with a hint of heroism in his delicacy and a little disrespectful in his sunshine.

Zilong belongs to the type of person who can leave a deep impression on people at first glance.

Even the beautiful ladies who were dressed up in makeup were also happy to call Zilong and his sister. His beautiful eyes blinked and kept flowing. He couldn't help but take a few more glances at this pleasant little brother...

Immediately afterwards, the remaining doctors also moved. Whether they were stinging the bullet or rushing the ducks to put them on the shelves, they were embarrassed to not move...

Soon, the man in black robes sent by the Su clan clan completed the answer.

He stopped his movements, waved his robe, took back his hands, and sent the excess ink on his fingertips back to the inkstone held by the maid. The rice paper filled with words also floated to the maid waiting aside.

At the gesture of Mr. Hongzhu, the maid hurriedly sent the man in black to the stage and handed it to Mr. Hongzhu.

Mr. Hongzhu spread out the rice paper, his old eyes moved horizontally, and he was examining the answer of the man in black robe...

After a while, Mr. Hongzhu nodded slightly, then put away the rice paper that the man in black robe answered, continued to stand with his hands behind his back, and watched the answers of the other six doctors...

Mr. Hongzhu's eyes swept across the remaining six doctors, but he was silently muttering in his heart:
Chapter completed!