Before Qin Hao could react from the shock, Hong Laohu bit his finger so hard that blood flowed out instantly.

"Bring me a bowl!"

After hearing an order, Hong Laohu's disciple hurriedly brought a large bowl and dropped the blood of his master and Qin Hao in one place. Then another person poured the wine into the bowl with great tacit understanding.

Hong Feihu muttered a toast while pressing his hand on Qin Hao's shoulder. Such a simple sworn ceremony was completed.

"It's done!"

Hong Laohu looked at Qin Hao proudly, as if he had picked up a treasure.

Qin Hao looked at his fingers with an innocent face and wondered to himself, Hong Laohu, did you have an infectious disease for biting someone's hand so casually?

"I'm really speechless. I just came here to take a look. Why is it so grand?"

Qin Hao looked at the bleeding finger and said, "This is too simple and crude!"

"Are all people in the world of Jianghu so hot-tempered that they would end up marrying Jinlan in just a few words?"

Hong Laohu patted Qin Hao on the shoulder and said, "Brother Han, from now on, we are just bitter melons on a vine.

"I'm older than you, so I won't talk about dying on the same day, but if anything good happens, I must think of you, brother!"

"From now on, your enemies are my enemies, and your relatives are my relatives!"

"The tens of thousands of disciples in our Wushu Association are all your subordinates. You speak as if I am coming."

This means that Qin Hao's network of contacts has greatly expanded again, and no one in Jiangcheng can afford to offend him.

Hong Qinglong, Song Yue and others were stunned and found it difficult to understand what was happening in front of them.

They had never seen Hong Laohu lower his profile like this. The bloody storms of the past few decades had made him look down on everything in the world. There were so many powerful people who wanted to make friends with him, but Hong Laohu never took a chance on him.

But Qin Hao, a young man, impressed Hong Laohu and took the initiative to make friends with him. This is really incredible.

Qin Hao said helplessly: "President Hong, this..."

"Whatever this and that, we will be brothers from now on, so stop pretending."

Hong Laohu put the water glass on the table and said with a straight face: "Do you think I am older or that I am in poor health?"

When Qin Hao heard this, he hurriedly explained: "No, no, no, it's an honor for Brother Hu to think highly of me. It's just that I have little talent and little knowledge. How can I be so virtuous?"

Hong Laohu said impatiently: "You are already a big boss, so stop being so verbose."

Since he was so generous, Qin Hao could no longer be petty, so he said frankly: "I became a brother with Brother Hu today, and I will definitely go through fire and water in the future."

The children of Jianghu are very passionate, and they value being straightforward. Hong Laohu is so passionate and heroic, how can Qin Hao treat his mother-in-law well, not to mention that it is of great benefit to him.

"Hahaha, it feels good, it feels good."

Hong Laohu was so happy that he clapped his hands and waved his hand excitedly: "Xuanwu, Song Yue, come and see your uncle."

Song Yue could no longer stand up. She walked forward coyly and looked at Qin Hao with a troubled expression: "Hello, Uncle Han."

She felt that her brain was not enough. Qin Hao always brought various surprises to him. First, he unexpectedly cured Sun Baozhong, and later, he inexplicably became her uncle.

Now that he and Hong Feihu have become brothers again, he will not even be able to joke with Qin Hao in the future.

Hong Qinglong also stepped forward and saluted: "I've met Uncle Han."

Qin Hao smiled helplessly and said: "Old Hong, you don't need it at your age."

It was barely acceptable for Song Yue to call him uncle, but Qin Hao felt a little uncomfortable when Hong Qinglong, who had white hair, still called him like that.

Hong Qinglong said respectfully: "Seniority is seniority, and this must not be messed up. You are worthy of the president and brother, and I cannot break the rules."

Qin Hao suddenly had black lines all over his head.

"Uncle Master, you just said that there is something wrong with this Bodhidharma Fist. Four of its moves are defective."

Song Yue took the opportunity to ask: "I wonder what your method of correction is?"

Hong Laohu smiled and said, "Yes, you might as well tell me your opinion."

"The power of Bodhidharma's divine fist is extremely powerful and strong. It has been passed down from the ancestors of the Hong family for dozens of generations. It would be a pity to give up."

"If it can be improved, even if it is not as powerful as before, it will still be worthy of our ancestors."

There was a hint of helplessness on his face, but more of it was expectation.

Hong Qinglong also looked at Qin Hao with bright eyes.

"Dharma Divine Fist, a total of four styles are missing."

"If you want to change it, start from the seventh move."

Qin Hao started the drill directly. He strode forward and stood in the center of the field and said loudly to everyone: "Everyone, please watch the moves!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved and his momentum exploded instantly.

His fists were like meteors, his feet were like lightning, he opened and closed, and he rose and fell. Sometimes his moves were as fierce as the lower realm of Vajra, and sometimes they were subtle and restrained, like a needle hidden in cotton.

Qin Hao has mastered this set of boxing skills to perfection. It can be said that the cat jumps, the dog dodges, the rabbit rolls, the eagle rolls, the python rolls, and the dragon claws. Every time you meet your opponent, you will meet a good talent.

Then he began to perform the entire set of Bodhidharma's divine fists perfectly. Each move was filled with overwhelming power, as if the spiritual energy from heaven and earth had converged in one place.

With heavy fist shadows and gusts of palm wind, he had the potential to defeat thousands of troops. At this moment, Qin Hao was like a god of war possessing him, and no one could stop him.

The branches and leaves on the ground were rolled up by the wind of the palm, forming a Tai Chi pattern in front of Qin Hao. They spun faster and faster and golden runes appeared.

"Broken—" Qin Hao shouted and executed the last move, only to hear a thunderous air wave explode instantly.

The Tai Chi Tu suddenly blasted forward, and a barrel-thick tree trunk in front was hit, debris flew, and a big hole was made in the trunk, which was almost broken.

"What, is this still human power? This is simply like a god coming down to earth!"

Song Yue and the others were so shocked that they couldn't believe the scene in front of them was real.

They never expected that this revised version of Bodhidharma's Divine Fists would be so powerful, nor did they expect that a bunch of dead branches and leaves could make a big hole in a tree trunk.

This power is too terrifying, not just half, it is almost doubled!

The key point is that the revised boxing method is more concise, without any fancy movements, allowing people to understand it at a glance and remember it by heart.

Song Yue and Hong Qinglong practiced together.

I found that this effect is really extraordinary, not to mention extremely powerful, the movements flow smoothly without any delay, and I feel refreshed after finishing the exercise.

It's amazing, it's simply amazing.

Song Yue looked at Qin Hao with admiration this time, with a bit more respect in her eyes. She thought that she would introduce him to her family if she had the chance.

If you add this powerful general to your family, you will definitely be able to overwhelm Qingfeng Hall and Zhuori Hall in the future.

Thinking of the beautiful scenery in the future, Song Yue couldn't help but get excited, and immediately decided to please Qin Hao.

"That's great, that's great!"

Hong Laohu was also overjoyed. He said excitedly: "Brother, you are truly a once-in-a-century genius. The improvement of this set of exercises is really amazing."

He could tell at a glance that the power of this boxing technique was hundreds of times stronger than before.

"I would like to thank you on behalf of the Hong family and the Wushu Association."

He forced himself to stand up and bow to Qin Hao.

"Brother Tiger, you must not do this. Your legs are not good. If you break them, you will be in trouble."

"Just sit still and let me give you a few injections."

Qin Hao touched Hong Laohu's legs and said: "That's a matter of ten or eight points. I tell you that you are so lively and vigorous that you will never sit in this wheelchair again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out the silver needle and started treatment, and Hong Laohu accepted it cooperatively.

"I've been sick for decades. Why does it take several courses of treatment to cure it? It's just a few pricks and it's over?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Song Yue's eyes. She thought that the disease required surgery, plus injections and medicines, and it would take more than half a year to be effective. But Qin Hao just used a few broken needles to treat it, which was a bit ridiculous.

Bar.

Hong Laohu also felt that this was a bit nonsense, and he was not confident that he could cure the chronic disease he had suffered for many years.

But within a few seconds, he felt something was wrong.

Hong Laohu felt his knees begin to heat up, energy boiling in his body, and the blood in his body seemed to be on fire.

Blocked meridians are broken open, damaged cells are repaired, and aging joints gain new vitality.

"Ah——" When Qin Hao finished applying the acupuncture, Hong Laohu's legs trembled suddenly.

He stood up directly and threw the wheelchair aside.

It's really good... Hong Qinglong and the others were collectively petrified.

Song Yue looked at it in disbelief, and then asked overjoyed: "Master, is your leg healed?"

Hong Laohu was also very excited. He had suffered a lot in the past few days. Because of the pain in his legs, he took a lot of painkillers.

"Yes, my legs are healed. I feel like I'm back ten years ago. My whole body is full of strength."

Hong Laohu's face glowed red, and he was back to his peak state. He touched his leg and looked at Qin Hao gratefully: "My miraculous doctor, Feidi will definitely be famous throughout the ages."

Hong Qinglong and Song Yue were completely convinced: Thank you, Uncle Master."

"You're welcome."

Qin Hao hurriedly waved his hand: "It is a doctor's duty to save lives and heal the wounded, not to mention we are brothers..."

"Father..." At this time, a hoarse voice came over. Qin Hao looked back and saw Hong Dajin coming in in a wheelchair with a look of displeasure on his face.

Seeing Qin Hao's presence, he instinctively wanted to run away, but he immediately realized that this was his own territory.

He said angrily: "Father, this bastard is causing trouble for me. He instigated Uncle Long to beat me."

"I was worried that I couldn't find him, but now I have him delivered to my door..."

Hong Dajin pointed at Qin Hao and cursed: "You bastard, you are dead."

As soon as he finished scolding, he felt something was wrong in the atmosphere. Why didn't Hong Qinglong and Song Yue react?
Chapter completed!