"Hua Ru style?"

Listening to the commotion in the venue, Zilong was silently reciting the name that came from the crowd.

"Ghost, have you heard of this Chinese Religious style?" Zilong asked the ghost in the black ring.

"I haven't heard of this Huaru style. He probably hasn't emerged when I traveled to the Central Plains."

Listening to the ghost's answer, Zilong's eyes swept over Hua Rufeng's body, looking at the crane-haired and young face, and the old man was aged, Zilong replied:

"Are you sure he is a newcomer? I think he is almost a hundred years old."

"The old and the old are relative. In your eyes, he may be an old thing, but in my eyes, he is just a little thing just like you."

The ghost's words made Zilong's face dark. Zilong silently complained in his heart that the ghost began to rely on his seniority again...

Shaking his head, Zilong thought to himself, no matter who he is, it's okay...

At this time, Zilong himself may not know who his opponent Hua Rufeng is.

As the saying goes, those who don’t know are fearless, Zilong has no tension or panic at all, and still looks relaxed and confident.

I saw that under the greeting of Mr. Hongzhu, Zilong and Hua Rufeng came to the auction table and next to the patient.

Looking at the last two people, Mr. Hongzhu on the side of the auction stand voiced again and said:

"I have already said the content of this last round of competition before. You two do their best to treat this patient. The final winner is the final winner. If neither of them is cured, then improve the condition or help him prolong his life. I will compare and judge the two and determine the final winner.

In addition, I swear with the credibility of Hongyezhai that my old Hongzhu will never take sides!"

As Mr. Hongzhu's voice fell, everyone in the venue nodded. They could still trust the credibility of Mr. Hongzhu and Hongyezhai. If it weren't for this, the three major clans would not ask Hongyezhai to deal with this hot potato...

"Master Hua, friend Ci Rong, who will start first?" Mr. Hongzhu turned his head and asked Zilong and Hua Rufeng.

Listening to Mr. Hongzhu's inquiry, Hua Rufeng turned around and faced Zilong.

"This little friend, I am not afraid of gossiping others. Today, you and I stand here, which is a fair competition. I will not make any humbleness because of your young age. Let's guess first."

As he said that, Hua Rufeng stretched out his right fist and asked Xiang Zilong:

"I have grabbed a few gold coins in my hand, so my friend will guess the odd and even."

Zilong had no objection to Hua Rufeng's proposal. It was the fairest way for the two to decide the one who took action by guessing first.

The competition for immortality is different from other things. It is very important. At this time, any humility does not exist.

And it must be seen that the party who starts the treatment first will have some advantages.

Because for some treatments that both of them can do, after the one who takes the first action is useless...

Zilong nodded, then faced Hua Rufeng's fist, and spoke lightly, saying:

"I guess it's an odd number."

As Zilong finished speaking, Hua Rufeng's fist immediately unfolded.

Everyone's eyes followed, four shining gold coins fell together on the palm of Huarufeng's big palm, lying quietly in the center of their palms.

Seeing this, Ye Feishuang and the Third Elders and others lamented a long time ago. They silently sighed in their hearts that there was a gap in strength, but now they don’t even have luck with them. Are they really not interested in this immortal ginseng?

...

On the auction table, looking at the four gold coins in Huarufeng's palm, Zilong spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, still looking relaxed and casual. After all, no one can say that luck is a thing.

Looking at Zilong with a calm expression, Hua Rufeng was stunned at first, then whispered lightly and said:

"My friend has a very good mentality."

Zilong bowed slightly toward Hua Rufeng and said:

"Senior has been awarded for his award. It is a great honor to be able to get to this point and fight with him. I am lucky to get it, but I am lucky to lose it. It is no big deal."

Hua Rufeng nodded slightly, and he reexamined Zilong again, and for a moment he was very curious about the boy who had lasted until the end and had won the battle with him.

"This is an amazing boy. In front of me and this old Hongzhu, I am not afraid or timid. It is rare for young people to have such a state of mind. I don't know if it was trained by that old guy..."

Thinking of this, Hua Rufeng turned his eyes and turned all his attention to the patient on the chair.

Hua Rufeng sighed without a trace, then came to the patient and began his own attempt to treat him.

Hua Rufeng is not sure about the patient who has not been cured by all the strength of Mr. Hongzhu and Hongyezhai. After all, the infamous reputation of the King of Hell has been circulating in their medical arts for a long time. If he successfully cured this patient who received the King of Hell, then he would be famous in the history of medical treatment.

But Hua Rufeng also knew in his heart that the difficulty of this treatment was far greater than that of climbing to heaven.

Hua Rufeng, who had met with him in the early years, knew very well. It took a year for Mr. Hongzhu to find a way to cure the King of Hell. In the short time on the auction table, Hua Rufeng did not have much hope.

What Hua Rufeng thought was that he could only do his best to improve his condition and minimize the pain and torture caused to the patient by the King of Hell. At the same time, he used his own secret technique to prolong the remaining life...

I saw that Hua Rufeng quickly took the needle with an action that was beyond the sight. A series of twelve silver needles were accurately pierced on the corresponding acupoints of the patient in a flash.

Hua Rufeng's vigorous hand reached forward and placed it on the patient's chest. The green light appeared around his palm, like a soft natural force, soaking the patient's body.

The green light shone out, coming out of Hua Rufeng's palm, and pouring into the patient's body bit by bit.

“Ah~”

Moisturized by the strange green light, the patient actually moaned happily.

Seeing the patient's brow stretching, the green light on Hua Rufeng's right palm was removed, and then his palms turned into fingers, wandering on the patient's body with a surprising momentum.

"Play ~"

The sound of finger force penetrated into the patient's acupoints one after another. Under the control of Huarufeng, the patient was lifted by the original true energy he released and hung in the air.

Hua Rufeng took the steps of the mystery, sometimes flying up in the air, sometimes floating and wandering. The green light ball of his fingers kept hitting the patient's body, and a set of flowing movements were dazzling...

Looking at the methods of Hua Rufeng, the audience was in an uproar. Many people were unheard of the scenes in front of them. They opened their eyes as if they were open, and admired the superb methods of this medical saint-level boss...

The doctors around the venue knew clearly the difficulty of everything Hua Rufeng did, the speed and accuracy of needle application, and the green light ball, which was pure healing power!

In the original world, a considerable number of doctors can convert their source energy into healing power to cure patients. However, due to the weak healing power of most doctors, most of the healing power is difficult to identify with the naked eye, and their therapeutic effects are also uneven.

However, the healing power transformed by the Chinese Confucian style can be clearly observed by the naked eye, and it is extremely pure.

In the palm of Huaru Feng, the green light on his fingertips is the physical manifestation of the powerful healing power it transforms. It is so difficult to form such a light ball, and there is no one in the doctors.

But once it can be transformed into pure healing power visible to the naked eye, it is the strength of top doctors that this is an existence that many doctors can't pursue in their lifetime...

"I am worthy of being the top ten medical saints who can stand shoulder to shoulder with my father. This Huaru style is indeed amazing..." Hong Danqing on one side of the venue looked at Huaru style's movements, and many strange colors appeared on her calm face.

Looking at Hong Danqing's expression, Hong Lin's worries became even more serious.

"If Senior Hua takes action first, when Senior Hua finishes everything he can, will Zilong go on again, then will it be useless..." Hong Lin frowned and thought...

And above the auction table.

Seeing the series of actions made by Hua Rufeng, Zilong was already intoxicated and could not extricate himself.

Zilong discovered that this old man with a long hair and a young face far exceeded his expectations. With just these tricks, Zilong could conclude that this old man named Huaru style is at the same level as Old Man Gongsun in terms of medical skills... Although his style is very different from Old Man Gongsun.

"Old Gongsun likes to use folk remedies to treat diseases, while this Chinese style is steady and steady. Starting from important acupoints in the patient's body, healing power continuously activates the remaining physical functions in the patient's body..." Zilong muttered silently.

Seeing the methods of Huarufeng, Zilong couldn't help but look heavy. The pure healing power exerted by Huarufeng was an existence that Zilong was far beyond his reach.

Zilong realized at this moment that his opponent was an old monster at the same level as Old Man Gongsun...

After pouring all the healing power into the patient's body, Hua Rufeng took five silver needles and stabbed them into the acupoints in the patient's chest and abdomen. Together with the previous twelve silver needles, a total of seventeen silver needles were pricked.

Looking at the seventeen silver needles pouring out, Hua Rufeng stood with his hands behind his back and stroked the white beard on his chest, feeling relieved.

Hua Rufeng stood quietly beside the patient, looking at the patient's condition with the source energy.

About a quarter of an hour later, Hua Rufeng suddenly took action and took back eight of the seventeen silver needles from the patient's body, leaving only nine silver needles.

While the eight silver needles were removed, the patient who was originally dying actually returned to his mind and seemed to make a smooth moan.
Chapter completed!