When Xue Zhenzong saw Su Han's tone, his face turned red. He didn't care that his grandfather was angry and said directly: "I am indeed unwilling to accept it."

He looked at Su Han and snorted: "My grandpa and the others said you are amazing, but I have never seen it with my own eyes. I can suspect that you are using deception to make our grandpa and the others believe you!"

When Xue Yang heard this, his face turned pale. He pointed at Xue Zhenzong and his beard started to blow: "What are you saying? Do you have any more etiquette?"

Wen Rujun and others frowned.

What Xue Zhenzong meant was not that these old guys, who were dizzy in their eyes?

If a person is deceived by Su Han, then forget it. So many people will misunderstand it?

During the Kyoto exchange meeting, they could see Su Han's methods clearly. Using qi to control needles is not a method of ordinary Chinese medicine. Without qigong, they would not be able to do it at all.

What's more, Su Han also helped Xue Yang improve the eleventh syringe that was missing from the thirteen syringe of the Ghost Sect. Could this be fake?

"Your words are a bit too much."

Wen Rujun glanced at Xue Zhenzong. He looked at Xue Zhenzong who grew up. He always knew that this child was arrogant and was treated as a genius.

Now, there was a Su Han, a young man younger than him, who had a better medical skills. How could he be convinced?

"Grandpa, Senior Wen, I am not offending you, but I have never seen Su Han's medical skills with my own eyes."

Xue Zhenzong bowed, "I have studied traditional Chinese medicine since I was a child. I am 34 years old this year. I am already a well-known traditional Chinese medicine doctor. It can be said that my talent is nothing in a thousand. I don't believe that Su Han will be even better than me."

He said it very directly. A person younger than himself is actually better at medical skills than himself?

How could he believe that he is a genius in all directions and how could he not be as good as Su Han?

Xue Yang's fingers trembled slightly with anger, feeling that his grandson was too ignorant, which made him embarrassed!

"Do you think your medical skills are better than mine?"

Su Han smiled. He had long seen that Xue Zhenzong was a proud person. After all, he was so young that he was respected as a genius doctor and naturally had a proud heart.

Seeing that he was younger than him, and when he was in front of Mr. Xue and others, he felt unbalanced.

"Yes, unless I let me see your medical skills with my own eyes, I will not be convinced."

Just now, Xue Zhenzong was scolded by his grandfather in front of so many people, and he felt angry.

He didn't believe that Su Han would be more talented than him!

Everyone looked at Su Han, with a smile on his face, but there was a hint of playfulness, only Old Xue looked bad.

Isn’t this a joke?

He just spoke, and Wen Rujun had already spoken: "It's normal to have doubts. After all, even if we didn't see it with our own eyes, we wouldn't believe that Su Han's medical skills were amazing. Since that's the case, Su Han, why don't you show it a little and let this little Xue open your eyes?"

He gave Xue Yang a step forward and immediately turned the scene into communication, so there was no problem of being rude.

Xue Yang nodded, glanced at his grandson, and snorted: "Then please show Su Han a little bit to you and open your eyes!"

He said, looking at Su Han, and naturally asked for his consent.

Seeing that several old seniors had spoken, Su Han would certainly not make Mr. Xue embarrassed. Xue Zhenzong could not trust him and he didn't want to pay attention to it.

How can I get his recognition from my medical skills?

But judging from his excited appearance, if he didn't convince him today, this guy might still blame Mr. Xue.

"Okay, I will convince you."

"Hmph, it's better!" Xue Zhenzong said unconvincedly.

"Old Xue, I think so. Your Xue family is the representative of the evil-attacking school. The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate is your ancestral acupuncture method. I will compare this Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate with him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Zhenzong's face suddenly turned red like a pig's liver. He felt that Su Han wanted to humiliate himself!

The Thirteen Acupuncture I passed down from my ancestors is a method of acupuncture that I have learned and practiced since I was a child.

Su Han dares to compete with him this? Will he?

What a joke he is!

Before Xue Zhenzong could speak, Xue Yang's eyes lit up: "Okay! I was thinking about asking you to teach me the successor of the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect again. Isn't that just right?"

Xue Yang seemed in a good mood and immediately asked someone to take a mannequin and display it in this reception hall.

Seeing his grandfather so excited, Xue Zhenzong clenched his fists and felt ashamed and angry.

Su Han challenged what he was best at. Was he so confident, so confident that he could win what he was proficient in?

"You are causing humiliation!" Xue Zhenzong snorted coldly and said in his heart.

Su Han's face was calm and there was no tension at all. On the contrary, Xue Zhenzong was a little panicked. After all, the Thirteen Acupuncture Methods of the Ghost Sect passed down by the Xue family were the most proficient in his acupuncture method.

If he loses to Su Han in this regard, he will be really embarrassing.

"No! How could I lose? No one in the Xue family has better acupuncture than my except grandfather!"

Xue Zhenzong glanced at Su Han, his face full of confidence: "I think you can think about it and change the way, so as not to lose too ugly."

Su Han smiled: "First of all, you have to make me lose."

He didn't talk nonsense, pointed to the mannequin and said, "Just displaying it on this mannequin, so many old seniors and your grandfather, they all looked at it, it's fair."

Xue Yang nodded, and everyone else said that he would take it seriously and it was absolutely fair.

These people are all representatives of the traditional Chinese medicine school. They are extremely skilled in their medical skills. What is the problem with being a referee?

"Okay, seniors, I'll be ugly!"

Xue Zhenzong took the silver needle box and opened it, bowed and shouted, "Let me show it first."

He glanced at Su Han, thinking that Su Han might not even have the courage to do it again after seeing him applying the needle?

Xue Zhenzong didn't say much. He took out the silver needle and was extremely skillful in his technique. He obviously had been bathing for many years and had put in effort.

He used the thirteen stitches of the Ghost Gate and completed them in one go. Even Xue Yang had already taught him the latest eleventh stitch, which was just right for use this time.

Seeing Xue Zhenzong put the needle in, Xue Yang stroked his long beard and nodded with satisfaction: "Overall, it's pretty good."

He was already very modest. After all, he was his grandson and he was still in front of so many people, so he couldn't just praise him.

When Xue Zhenzong heard his grandfather's words, he felt very proud. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Su Han, as if he had a hint of provocation.

"It's true. Let's not talk about the thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate for now, but the timing, strength and movement of the attack are very accurate. Without more than ten years of basic skills, you can't do these things."

Wen Rujun nodded and exclaimed.

The pride on Xue Zhenzong's face became even stronger. He looked at Su Han and said lightly: "Doctor Su, this thirteen needle of the ghost gate is my signature to attack evil schools. If you want to compare this with me, it seems that you have chosen the wrong choice."

"That's right."

Su Han kept watching seriously. When he heard Xue Zhenzong's words, he stood up and smiled, "If you don't look at your performance, how could you know that there are so many problems?"
Chapter completed!