Han Yiru stood up quickly and managed to stabilize his posture, but the blush on his face had spread to his ears.
"Are you coming again?" I looked at her with a trace of sarcasm on my face.
"You are dead!"
"Okay, okay." Zhuge Hou said silently.
Han Yiru said angrily, turned around and left, no longer looking at me.
Even if Zhuge Hou doesn't know martial arts, he can still see that Han Yiru is far behind me. If things really get serious, Han Yiru will be the most unlucky.
"I am old and she is young and ignorant. Please bear with me."
"No, no. It's not a bad thing for juniors to play around." I said with a smile.
Han Yiru looked at me hatefully, wishing he could strangle me alive.
"I really don't know, you are also a playboy." Wan Baoshan said in a strange tone.
"At most, it's just a small white flower."
"You..." Han Yiru's expression changed instantly.
She is also a school beauty after all.
However, she was no match for me, so she could only go to Wan Baoshan and said with a begging expression: "Sister Baoshan, is he going too far? Please ask Uncle Fu to come over and give him some color!"
"Yi Ru, I'm just teasing you."
I've been keeping abreast of this farce.
I didn't pay much attention to it from beginning to end. However, Han Yiru's series of sharp defenses just now were easily broken by me, which shows that my skills are much stronger than Han Yiru's.
Han Yiru knew that as usual, she was already at the Huang level and could fight one against ten without any effort.
I'm much stronger than her, and her cultivation should be at the extreme of the Yellow Realm, or the Xuan Realm.
She had been practicing hard for decades, and when she was at her peak, she was only in the early stage of the Yellow Realm.
From this point on, she admired me even more.
Everyone walked into the reception room.
The servant came over and brought her tea.
"Jiuzhou, I brought Yiru today just to check your injury. Since my brother is here, there is no need to worry so much." Zhuge Hou laughed.
"Grandpa Zhuge, I studied orthopedics and have done more than a hundred surgeries. My father has praised me. Do you take Zhang Qilin too seriously?" Han Yiru asked dissatisfied.
She doesn't want to lose to me and must prove her strength.
I immediately replied: "I don't understand anything. Han Yiru told me before about bone necrosis and Reiter's syndrome, but I didn't understand a word of it."
The veins on Han Yiru's forehead popped out, and he looked like he was about to run away.
What Ge Yunfei did before had already made her very embarrassed, but I still said it. This time, I pretended to be dumbfounded, and I definitely had ulterior motives.
Therefore, she doubled her determination to save Wan Jiuzhou.
I insisted on this, and Wan Jiuzhou had no choice but to ask Han Yiru to help check it out.
Wan Jiuzhou's injuries were caused by martial arts practice.
Han Yiru walked over, squatted down, and checked his bones.
When she reached out to touch his knee, she suddenly felt a slight fracture and a torn ligament.
This is not a big problem.
"Uncle Wan, your feet may have torn muscles due to excessive practice, which is why this situation occurs. As long as you connect your feet, do less exercise, pay attention to rest, and supplement some calcium, you will be fine soon. You can recover. I don’t think it’s a big problem.” Han Yiru said confidently.
She said it was okay, it was just when she was practicing in Wan Jiuzhou, she saw him practicing boxing, he was indeed very impressive.
If it's really serious, then don't even think about practicing anymore.
"Oh, I understand, Yi Ru, thank you very much."
"It's okay." Han Yiru smiled. Looking at me proudly, that look seemed to say, are you the only one with the qualifications?
But I just sighed and shook my head.
Han Yiru immediately said: "Why did you sigh? Did I see it wrong?"
"You're right. However, this is only temporary and he will still have problems with his feet."
"Stop talking nonsense."
"It's not like you don't know Uncle Wan's feet. They are caused by over-practicing. You ask him to take good care of himself. When he recovers, if he continues to practice martial arts, won't he injure his feet again? ? Is it possible that he has to recuperate? In this case, his feet will not be able to bear it sooner or later. Then he may live in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. "
Han Yiru looked confused.
What I said was right, but she really didn't think much about it.
And my words gave Wan Jiuzhou a warning.
"Qilin, what do you think I should do?"
"Qilin, have you thought of a solution?" Wan Baoshan was a little anxious.
"Two steps. First, treat Uncle Wan with seven-star small needles. During this period, he must stay in bed and rest. Second, I see the way Uncle Wan punches. Most of his injuries are due to his machete. Law. We only need to slightly adjust the direction and intensity of the attack so that he will never be harmed."
Zhuge Hou nodded and said, "It makes sense."
Wan Jiuzhou frowned and said: "I heard that these skills were created by the great masters of the past. Normally, they cannot be changed. At least the martial arts will be greatly reduced, and at worst, all previous efforts will be wasted. In serious cases, it will cause harm to the practitioners. .”
"That's right. However, there is something wrong with your knife splitting the mountain."
This made Wan Jiuzhou hesitate.
But Wan Baoshan still took a step forward: "Dad, if Qilin is so sure, he must be confident. Why don't we let him show it to us first, and then we can make a decision."
"It makes sense." Wan Jiuzhou looked at me with a pleading look.
Wan Baoshan is indeed a smart person.
"Qilin, can you show me how to do it?" Wan Baoshan looked at me and asked softly.
"Give me a smile."
Wan Baoshan was startled.
How obsessed are you with it?
If it had been anyone else, she would have slapped him in the face. But me, she would never do it.
However, it seemed impossible to make her smile.
The other three were also stunned. What am I going to do? And, what's going on with these two people?
"Okay. I will think of other ways to make you happy!" I waved my hand, turned around and walked out of the small courtyard.
I've seen Wan Jiuzhou's boxing skills, and I've also seen him split a mountain once.
With my understanding of martial arts, it is easy to do this.
I immediately clenched my fists and then practiced Wan Jiuzhou's set of boxing techniques.
"Splitting Mountain Fist, as its name suggests, emphasizes the power of fierceness. To bring out the best of it, you have to punch fast and kick hard! Therefore, when you strike, you must do your best to ensure that you can kill with one blow. , leaving the other party with no power to fight back."
I gave him another demonstration.
Each punch and kick were so smooth, and each punch was like a fierce tiger, carrying an indomitable momentum. With one kick, it can sweep through thousands of troops and become invincible.
