Urban Madness

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The old man's apology was extremely sincere.

Hearing this, Ye Fan turned around and walked back into the house again.

Looking intently, the old man was still sitting in a wheelchair, maintaining a soldier's style, his back stopped straight, like a spear, but his gaze was sharp, but he narrowed a bit.

From the outside, it looks like an ordinary old man.

However, just now, he didn't even move a finger, and he forced Ye Fan into that embarrassing situation with his aura.

Just imagine, if his body healed and returned to its peak state, what kind of supreme existence would he be? !

Hold the stars in your hand, hold the wind and thunder, traverse the ages, cover the sky with your fingers!

Such a strong person should not be trapped in a wheelchair.

"Young man, what do you call it?" the old man suddenly asked.

"Ye Fan! Dare to ask the old man his surname?" Ye Fan asked respectfully.

"Xiang-Po-Army!"

The simple three words, sonorous, powerful, and sound, give people a feeling of golden horse and iron horse.

Ye Fan did not continue to inquire about the position of the old man.

A person who can affect the big names of all walks of life in Huahai, his identity is absolutely extraordinary!

But the identity of the old man is very likely to involve state secrets. If he doesn't want to say it, no matter what Ye Fan asks, it is useless.

"Mr. Xiang, if you don't mind, I'll take the pulse for you next!" Ye Fan said.

"Please!"

After getting permission, Ye Fan slowly stepped forward, stretched out his right index and middle fingers, and put them on Xiang Lao's wrist.

On the other side, Leng Meiren still did not relax her vigilance, her body was tensed, ready to go, a pair of eyes were always staring at him, for fear that he was plotting wrong.

However, after a while, Ye Fan's brow wrinkled into the shape of Sichuan, his face was extremely gloomy, and even a hint of awe was revealed.

He was surprised to discover that in Xiang Lao’s body, there were eight distinct inner strengths, either cold, hot, domineering, or vicious...

The only thing in common is that these eight inner strengths are all extremely powerful, and even Ye Fan sighs as if not.

There is no doubt that the masters of these inner strengths should also be powerful talents!

After reaching this conclusion, Ye Fan's body was shocked. If he was shocked, a huge wave was set off in his heart.

You know, for most ordinary people, let alone the powerhouse, even Grandmaster Huang Jing is the supreme existence.

In the mortal world, the heavenly powerhouse has stood above tens of thousands of people, seeking the top of martial arts.

Ye Fan has seen very few celestial powers.

When Ye Nantian took him to kill the Yanjing Dongfang family, the Dongfang family had invited three heavenly powerhouses!

Duan Tianxiao in Hidden Sword Villa!

Abbot of Tianlong Temple Xuanzhen!

The elders of the Yaochi School are flawless!

Later, Ye Nantian killed, abolished, and injured one person with an invincible posture!

Can be called unprecedented, no one to come after!

But now, Ye Fan was in Xiang Lao's body, feeling the inner strength left behind by the powerhouses of the Eight Realms.

Even if Xiang Lao might not have played against eight players at the same time, such a terrifying record was enough to shock people.

However, these eight completely different inner strengths used Xiang Lao's body as a battlefield, fighting on their own, consuming his body and meridians crazily.

Even from the outside, Xiang Lao's bones are still strong, but the inside is already riddled with holes and scars.

Fortunately, Xiang Lao is a strong man in heaven, and he uses his inner strength to protect his heart and brain in order to keep his mind sober.

If it were to change individuals, I am afraid that I would have been tortured to death!

But this is the case, because of the erosion of these internal strength, Xiang Lao can't move at all, and just staying alive has exhausted all his strength.

...

For a moment, Ye Fan was caught in a dilemma.

Although his supernatural needles are claimed to be able to overcome all kinds of hardships, as long as the patient still has half a breath, he can be pulled back from the ghost gate.

But that is all aimed at ordinary people.

Like Xiang Lao’s current symptoms, even if Hua Tuo is alive and Bian Que is reborn, there is nothing he can do, he can only stare!

Because the root of the disease lies in the eight inner strengths, unless they are resolved, Xiang Lao cannot be cured!

Seeing his sad face, Xiang Lao said:

"Young man, don't be embarrassed! I have been ill for a long time! I know what is going on with my old bone! I am afraid that no one can treat my injury in the world, please go back!"

Ye Fan pondered for a moment, his eyes became firm, and he said solemnly:

"Lao Xiang, I am a doctor and I will not give up any patient! As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will try my best to treat it! Let me give you a needle and try!"

"This...well..." Xiang Lao hesitated, and finally nodded in agreement.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan carefully untied Xiang Lao's military uniform.

"hiss!"

The next moment, when he saw Xiang Lao's body clearly, Ye Fan couldn't help but inhale a cold breath, his pupils shrank sharply, and his breathing became stagnant.

Invisibly, there seemed to be a pair of big hands, squeezing his heart fiercely, almost suffocating.

In sight, Xiang Lao's body was covered with all kinds of scars, criss-crossed, densely packed, hundreds of thousands, there was almost no good meat.

The longest scar was more than **** wide, and the length was astonishing. From the left shoulder to the right waist, it almost penetrated the entire chest, like a terrifying centipede, shocking.

Such a scene brought an unprecedented visual impact to Ye Fan.

Scars are a man's medal!

He had seen it before when he treated Luo Lao.

But the scars on Luo Lao's body are compared to Xiang Lao's, which is nothing short of a horror!

It is hard to imagine what terrifying battle Xiang Lao has experienced before leaving such scars on his body!

Behind every scar, it represents a fierce battle of life and death, and outsiders cannot imagine the danger.

...

On the other side, seeing the surprised expression on Ye Fan's face, Xiang Lao slowly said:

"What? Surprised?"

"Well! This is the first time I have seen such an injury!" Ye Fan said.

He knew that a strong person like Xiang Lao's level was naturally extremely powerful, and ordinary weapons could not hurt him at all.

Only the strong in the same realm can hurt him like this.

At this time, Xiang Lao said boldly and dryly:

"The old man has fought the army all his life, fighting big and small, and has experienced more than a thousand battles! The injury to my right leg was left in Siberia! The injury to the left shoulder was forcibly hit by shelling on the border of southern Yunnan!

As for the scars that penetrate the chest, they were left in the country of Japan! In that battle, the War God of Japan took three Ninja Emperors to besiege me and fought for three days and nights!

In the end, I was stabbed to the chest by the God of War of the Kingdom of Japan and almost died on the spot! But I didn't lose, the other three Ninja Emperors were all dead, and the War God of the Kingdom of Japan was also hit by the palm of me. "

Xiang Lao was like a few treasures, and said, without any ostentation in his tone.

But in Ye Fan's ears, his heart was surging, and he could not wait to be born more than ten years earlier to fight side by side with Xiang Lao to fight against the enemy.

"Hey……"

However, at the end, Xiang Lao sighed faintly, no longer the previous expression, a look of depression appeared on his face, giving people a feeling of dusk, and continued:

"It's a pity...I'm old and disabled. All those tragic years have become a lot of smoke. I can only be trapped in this small wheelchair and can't move! I have a fierce heart, and I can't help it!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan's heart moved, and a sentence appeared in his mind——

Since ancient times, famous generals are like beauties, and they are not allowed to see white heads in the world!

Heroes with white heads, beauty in twilight, this is the saddest thing in the world!

However, no matter what power and wealth you have, it is difficult to resist the erosion of time.

As a soldier, the best destination is the battlefield, the horse leather shroud, blood stained the world.

For Xiang Lao, I would rather die in battle than spend the rest of his life in this wheelchair.

"call……"

Suddenly, Ye Fan took a deep breath, his eyes shining brightly, as if an important decision had been made, he said every word: "Lao Xiang, rest assured! I will do my best to treat your injury!"

Although his voice is silent, it is powerful and firm.

Ye Fan took out the silver needle he was carrying with him from his pocket, his eyes drenched, and his aura changed, focused and solemn.

Immediately afterwards, he used Qi Yuzhen and Feizhen to walk the acupoints, and pierced the silver needles toward the major acupoints on Xiang Lao's body.