Gu Qingxi miscalculated. She thought that by stating her identity as clearly as possible, the old man would be less complaining. Who knew that after speaking, the old man would complain even more.
But it can also be seen that this sultry old man really has a lot of resentment towards Fu Chaoyuan.
"Yes, it's me. But although Leader Fu intended for me to take over as leader, I am a disciple of the Immortal Sect after all, so I refused." Gu Qingxi continued to rub her ears and explained.
"What did you say? You actually refused!
Could it be that in your eyes, the Demon Doctor Alliance is not as good as the Benevolent Heart Alliance and the True Alchemy Alliance? The leader of the Demonic Doctor Alliance is not as good as the Bullshit Grandmaster of the Benevolent Heart Alliance and the True Alchemy Alliance.
This is unreasonable, this is really unreasonable!" After hearing Gu Qingxi's explanation, Feng Zicheng became even more furious and his eyes turned red.
Gu Qingxi was right, Feng Zicheng was indeed very resentful.
I remember how envious and jealous he was when his master handed over the position of leader of the Demon Doctor Alliance to Fu Chaoyuan. He was secretly worried about it for several months.
Fortunately for Gu Qingxi, Fu Chaoyuan eagerly handed over the position of leader of the Demon Doctor Alliance to her, but she actually chose to refuse.
This is simply a stab in the heart.
Seeing Feng Zicheng's heartbroken and angry look, Gu Qingxi regretted: She really shouldn't have said so much to this old man, the resentment was too heavy, like a powder keg, it was about to explode.
"Master Feng, what I'm actually asking is, are you really sure that Elder Xiao was traumatized?" Gu Qingxi no longer dared to follow Feng Zicheng's words and weakly dragged the topic back on track.
"Nonsense, if the soul is not injured, how could Elder Xiao not be able to suppress his own spiritual power with his cultivation?" Fortunately, Feng Zicheng became angrier as he spoke. He didn't want to talk nonsense to Gu Qingxi any more, so he smiled coldly,
Said straightforwardly.
"Then have you ever thought about it, maybe there are other possibilities?" Gu Qingxi reminded.
"Little girl, what do you mean, are you doubting my medical skills?
I have lived for such a long time, I have eaten more salt than you have eaten, and I have walked on more bridges than you have walked. How can you doubt my medical skills?
Don't think that because Fu Chaoyuan thinks highly of you, you are qualified to talk nonsense in front of me. Fu Chaoyuan just thinks that you have extraordinary talents. When it comes to medical skills, you have only studied for a few days, how can you learn anything?
I will rely on my old age today to teach you how to be a good person. The most important thing for us cultivators is to be open-minded. We know what we know and don’t know what we don’t know. We must not..." Seeing Gu Qingxi repeatedly doubting his medical skills, Feng Zicheng was furious.
, and started chattering again.
Come again, come again?
I have eaten more salt than I have eaten rice. Do you know how much rice I have eaten in my three lifetimes? Do you think you are an old bacon?
Wrong, really wrong, you shouldn't have said so much to him! Gu Qingxi felt a group of big ducks flying around her, quacking in her ears, and she was so regretful that her intestines were almost green.
.
"Master Feng, just pretend that I didn't say anything, that's enough." Gu Qingxi admitted defeat.
There was such a sullen old man in the stall who was full of resentment and had a lot of complaints at the same time. She couldn't help but admit her defeat.
"Master Feng, Master's injury is serious. Otherwise, let's talk about other things later, right?" Xiao Yutang also tried to smooth things over.
Hearing Gu Qingxi's question, he also began to wonder whether Feng Zicheng had misjudged the master and was not actually traumatized - of course this had nothing to do with his vision and experience, it was purely because of his mindless trust in Gu Qingxi.
But since Gu Qingxi was just suspicious but didn't stop Feng Zicheng from performing the technique, he certainly wouldn't stop him either.
Feng Zicheng turned his head and realized that Xiao Ningyuan's eyes were as red as blood burning, and his body was trembling violently.
It was obvious that his spiritual platform was gradually losing ground and he could no longer suppress the chaotic spiritual power in his body.
Although he was still full of resentment towards Gu Qingxi, if Xiao Ningyuan exploded and died under his nose, wouldn't he never have the chance to clear his name, and wouldn't the lifelong reputation of "Feng Bushi" be completely destroyed?
Destroyed?
Feng Zicheng didn't dare to say any more, and quickly set up the formation disks and spiritual talismans, and quickly began to perform magic spells.
Soon, the talisman light flickered, and the formation's unique light patterns rippled like water waves.
In the nine-turn soul-stealing technique, the injured soul must be separated from the body first, and then the soul can return to the body after treatment and repair.
This process sounds simple, but in fact it is extremely dangerous. If it fails, not only will the injured person's soul be completely confused, but even the caster may be severely injured by the backlash of the soul.
Therefore, the souls of both parties must be protected first with soul-keeping talismans and requiem formations. However, even if the talismans and formations are perfect, the risk is still considerable.
By the time the spells were finished and the spells and formations began to take effect, Feng Zicheng was sweating profusely.
Wiping off the sweat, he took out a dozen pills and drank them. He rested for a full quarter of an hour. When his spiritual power and consciousness had basically recovered, he picked up the silver needle and shot it toward Xiao Ning's far eyebrow.
Stab away.
"Wait!" Gu Qingxi suddenly shouted.
"What's wrong?" Feng Zicheng stopped halfway when the silver needle pricked him and heard her shout, and asked impatiently.
"Master Feng, you really don't need to take a closer look. If Elder Xiao is not traumatized, you might hurt yourself if you take this injection." Gu Qingxi reminded.
To be honest, after the previous painful lessons, she really didn't want to speak again.
But Fu Chaoyuan was a good person, and for his sake, she was both emotional and reasonable, and it was hard for her to just watch Feng Zicheng ask for trouble.
Moreover, judging from Feng Zicheng's spells and formations, as well as the acupuncture techniques he is performing, his talent is indeed very good. In some aspects, he may be better than Fu Chaoyuan. It is only because Fu Chaoyuan's reputation is so great that his brilliance is completely overshadowed.
Just stay.
Gu Qingxi felt that the old man was just a little more sullen, resentful, and grumbling, but she was not disgusted, and she didn't want to see him asking for trouble.
(Fortunately, Feng Zicheng didn't know what she was thinking, otherwise he would definitely be furious again: What does it mean to be "just" a little more sullen, a little more resentful, a little more complaining? If this is not disgusting, what should I do?
Disgusted?)
"Will I hurt myself? With my medical skills, Feng Zicheng, will I hurt myself? Hahaha..." Feng Zicheng thought that Gu Qingxi wanted to say something, but when he heard these words again, she laughed angrily.
Although everyone thinks that his medical skills are not as good as Fu Chaoyuan's, and he himself admits that there is a slight gap, when it comes to the nine-turn soul-stealing technique, he has absolute confidence.
As far as he knew, Fu Chaoyuan had never learned this magical medical skill at all. How could he compare with him?
It was a big joke that Gu Qingxi was actually worried that he would hurt herself.
Li didn't bother to pay attention to Gu Qingxi, and Feng Zicheng directly pricked it with a needle.
"Bang!" Immediately, everyone heard a muffled sound.
The disdainful laughter stopped suddenly, and a figure flew out like an arrow.