Chapter 1948

The elder several people wiped a cold sweat at the same time. Originally, it was to let us learn a little better, not to let us prepare for the aftercare by the way of mourning. However, would you please say it once and say it again? Half of the saying is full of reverie. Isn't it clear that it's a trap?

"You're lucky. If it hadn't happened to me, you would have died." Ling Chuxi confidently said to Ling Zhonghao.

It seemed as if the injury had nothing to do with her at all, but at the critical moment when life was at stake, no one was willing to dwell on it.

Ling Zhonghao looked at Ling Chuxi's confident look, and felt a little uneasy in his heart. The more noisy he was, the more unreliable he was. This is the experience and lesson of his blood and tears! Ling Chuxi in front of me is very confident and very arrogant.

Ling Chuxi took out a long silver needle like a juggler and hit Ling Zhonghao's Baihui: "OK, it's ok?"

"It's OK, so it's ok?" Ling Zhonghao said in disbelief.

However, with the needle, the disordered breath in his body immediately calmed down. Like a little rabbit, the disordered air mass disappeared. He felt that his body was clear and comfortable.

"Nonsense, don't underestimate this needle. This needle can guide your chaotic breath, gather it in Baihui, slowly release the disorderly breath between heaven and earth, and do not affect your use of vitality. Ten years later, the random breath is completely released, and you will be back to normal. This is the best way I can think of." Ling Chuxi Lang Lang said.

Ling Gutong looks at Ling Chuxi strangely. How does this sound so familiar? It seems that he said the same thing when he pricked himself last time.

Is this the only move she can do, or is it for the people of Yin Shi Ling's family. Ling Gusong expressed doubts.

"Well, what if I accidentally drop the needle?" Ling Zhonghao asked.

is as like as two peas in the world.

"Don't ask!" Ling Gutong wants to stop Ling Zhonghao from asking this silly question, but it's too late.

Ling Zhonghao is looking at Ling Gutong suspiciously. He doesn't know what he is excited about. He hears the sound of blood gushing from his head. When he turns around, Ling Chuxi pulls the silver needle out. The blood mist fills his eyes, and his vitality spurts out with the blood mist. Ling Zhonghao's legs are soft, and he almost faints.

"Here it is." Ling Chuxi said with a calm face.

"Help, help." Ling Zhonghao pressed the top of his head, but he could not stop the blood mist fountain, shouting for help.

Ling Chu Xi as like as two peas and then put out the silver needle, and then took out another one exactly the same, and compared it with one another, and found a more symmetrical and beautiful location. He said, "this silver needle must not be pulled out. Once the effect is reduced, half of it will have to be filled again. You can ask the seven elders, you will tell you something."

Ling gushong's bitter smile on his face shows that this medical skill is really prepared for the people of the hermit Ling family. Sure enough, anyone can be provoked, but Ling Chuxi can't be provoked!

Ling Chuxi doesn't pay attention to Ling Zhonghao any more and turns to follow the two elders. The two elders were watching and did not say a word. Of course, he could see that Ling Chuxi was intentional. But he didn't mean to say it or stop it. These disciples of Ling family, in their comfortable life, have high vision and low hand. They only have conceit. It's time to sharpen them.

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