The first person was the man in the white shirt who was kicked away by Xia Tian just now.
At this time, he changed into a short-sleeved outfit, and had a hard object on his waist, probably a gun.
"Well, he recovered so quickly?"
Ning Ruirui couldn't help but feel a little strange. Although Xia Tian rarely killed anyone when they met, it was definitely not a minor injury for ordinary people. This person went back to rest for less than half an hour, and he recovered as before.
Either this person has a special constitution and is not an ordinary person; or there is a very powerful doctor at home who can revive him in a short time.
Xia Tian said casually: "Don't think about it, there must be an idiot doctor who helped him treat it."
Sure enough, Ning Ruirui glanced at the follower behind this man, and suddenly found an old man in Tang suit with a sinister expression. This man had obvious spiritual energy fluctuations on his body.
"I didn't say anything, your ears heard it wrong."
Uncle Mo changed his mind instantly and refused to admit what he had just said, "Ye Congfan, you are deaf at a young age, so you should go see a doctor."
Ye Congfan sneered, glared at Uncle Mo angrily, and then cursed: "I have no time to pay attention to you now. I will settle the accounts with you after I finish dealing with that kid!"
"Mr. Xia and the others are my distinguished guests. If you want to cause trouble for them, you must pass my test!"
Uncle Mo was very loyal and stopped the Ye family and said coldly: "Others are afraid of you, but I, Da Mo, am not afraid! Are you willing to kill me?"
"Do you really think I don't dare!"
Ye Congfan was furious. He grabbed a big knife from his younger brother's hand, raised his hand and put it on Uncle Mo's neck: "If you don't get out of the way, I will chop you with my knife!"
Of course Uncle Mo was afraid, but he really couldn't let Young Master Ye hurt Xia Tian and the others. It was related to his face, otherwise how could he survive in this place.
Although he has always looked like a village bully, he is very loyal to the villagers and tourists.
"You still want to be a hero?"
Ye Congfan couldn't help but sneer and patted Uncle Mo's face: "I don't even care how much you weigh. Are you worthy of challenging my Ye family?"
"I don't want to challenge anyone, I just can't let you do whatever you want."
Uncle Mo looked righteous and awe-inspiring: "If you have the guts, just cut it off."
Ye Congfan became even more angry and raised his knife to strike, but was stopped by the sinister old man.
"Old Han, you want to stop me?"
Ye Congfan looked at the old man with an unhappy expression and said coldly.
The sinister old man shook his head and said: "Young Master Ye, how can I defeat you in Yaxing? It's just that this person is just a little shrimp, and there's no point in killing him. You definitely didn't ask me to come here to deal with such a little person.
Bar."
Ye Congfan suddenly woke up and stared at Xia Tian who was standing on the rock again: "Yes, I am here to kill this kid. How dare you kick this young master? If I don't cut you, it's hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart."
"You'd better stop messing around!"
Uncle Mo immediately warned: "I have already sent people to the bureau to notify Xiaoye. If you dare to mess around, keep it... eh?"
"Tie him up!"
Ye Congfan was furious and kicked Uncle Mo over, "Also, shut his mouth!"
Uncle Mo rolled around a few times and struggled to get up. He was instantly held down by several security guards and a smelly shoe was stuffed into his mouth.
When 90,000 people and others saw this, they immediately ran away without looking back.
"What an idiot."
Xia Tian yawned lazily, and said a little impatiently: "I took a dog's life, just live with it, and I have to come here to seek death."
"You are the dog!"
Ye Congfan was angered by Xia Tian's words. He turned to the old man Yin Zhi and said: "This kid has some skills. Old Han, you first go and cripple his hands and feet."
"Easy to say, easy to say."
With a tap of his toes, the Yin Prey old man rose into the air and jumped onto the rock.
Ning Ruirui stared at the sinister old man, feeling an inexplicable coldness coming in, and couldn't help but feel shocked: "Old sir, you must be no ordinary person."
"Oh, this young lady does have some eyesight. I am a doctor and was quite famous many years ago."
The sinister old man glanced at Ning Ruirui and said meaningfully: "Also, I look a little familiar to you."
Xia Tian was slightly unhappy and said to the old man: "Old man, don't get close to me blindly, otherwise don't blame me for killing you."
"Haha, kill me?"
The sinister old man laughed even harder, "Forty years ago, many people clamored like this, but it's a pity that the old man is still living well."
At this time, Ning Ruirui also found that the old man looked familiar, but she was sure that she had not seen him before, so there was only one possibility. Maybe she had seen a photo of this man, and then asked: "I wonder what the old man's name is?"
"The old man's surname is Han, and he calls himself Sui Chunshan."
The sinister old man chuckled and introduced himself proudly: "I founded the Cold Medicine Sect many years ago, but unfortunately there were many unfilial disciples in the sect, so I killed them and have been hiding in the mountains and forests for more than forty years."
"Han Suichun?"
Ning Ruirui's heart trembled, and she showed a frightened expression: "You are the quack doctor who killed more than 20 people in Guicheng more than 40 years ago. Aren't you already dead?"
When Han Suichun heard Ning Ruirui mention this incident, his eyes suddenly lit up and he laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that forty years later, someone still remembers Han. It's not in vain that he did such a big thing back then."
"You have killed so many people, don't you feel any guilt at all?"
Ning Ruirui felt that not only did the old man have no regrets in his words, but he was also slightly proud, which she found unbelievable.
"Guilt?
What is that?"
Han Suichun looked disdainful and said in a cold voice: "At that time, I also wanted to refine my medical skills to benefit the common people. Those people who died for this can be regarded as the glory of their lives."
When Ning Ruirui heard such beastly words, she immediately became furious: "You are simply not human!"
"Of course the old man is not a human being, he is already a god. A real god, do you understand?"
Han Suichun's eyes glowed with a faint cold light, "You ordinary people won't understand."
Xia Tian curled his lips and said disdainfully: "That sounds nice, but aren't you still a rich man's dog?"
"What did you say!"
Han Suichun narrowed his eyes slightly, and his murderous aura overflowed: "Boy, although you are destined to die today, I have many ways to make your life worse than death!"
"Oh, you might as well give it a try."
Xia Tian became excited instead, and said with a smile: "If you have any tricks, use them quickly and let me see if they are true or false."
Ye Congfan became a little impatient and said to Han Suichun: "Old Han, why are you hesitating? Just kill him.
I don't want to see him again for a second.
But don’t kill those two little girls, just make them unable to move.”
"That's fine."
Han Suichun nodded and looked at Xia Tian with sympathy, "The thirteen cold pulse needles of the old man are the result of sixty years of intensive study of ancient medical books. Being able to die under these needles can be regarded as a blessing in three lifetimes."
"Stop talking nonsense."
Xia Tian was also a little impatient, "Old man, I will give you a chance to use needles. This is a blessing you have earned in eight lifetimes, so don't cherish it."
If your broken needle is not interesting, then I will send you to the West directly."
Han Suichun suddenly flashed a black needle between his fingers and said in a cold voice: "Boy, you have a very tough tongue. Let's see if your bones are tough enough!"
"Everywhere in my body is hard."
Xia Tian chuckled.
"go!"
Han Suichun didn't say much anymore, and the black needle from his finger immediately flew out and pierced into Xia Tian's eyebrows.
Before Xia Tian could react, twelve more black needles lit up from between his fingers and then sank into several other important acupuncture points of Xia Tian.
"Old Han, is this enough?"
Ye Congfan kept staring at Xia Tian with a somewhat confused expression.
Han Suichun was very confident and said proudly: "Don't worry, Mr. Ye, the old Hanmai Thirteen Needles have never failed.
Even among the so-called top ten masters in Guicheng back then, three died from this needle."
Ye Congfan asked in confusion: "Then why didn't he respond?"
"Even though he hasn't changed much on the outside, he's already rotten on the inside."
Han Suichun chuckled and explained to Ye Congfan: "The thirteen cold pulse needles are the thirteen vital points in the body of the other person that are inserted with poisonous needles.
In less than ten seconds, the cold poisonous energy will spread all over his body, his internal organs will be fester, and he will scream for seven days and nights before he dies."
Ye Congfan nodded, and then asked: "Then why didn't he howl?"
"He... hmm?"
Han Suichun was a little calm at first, but he quickly came to his senses: "What's going on?
Why didn't you scream?"
"Why should I scream?"
Xia Tian laughed calmly.
Han Suichun's eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief: "You will never be unharmed after being hit by the thirteen cold pulse needles of the old man!"
"Your thirteen stitches are meaningless at all."
Xia Tian waved his hands, showing a disdainful look, "So, I just transferred all these needles to others."
"transfer?"
Han Suichun was stunned and murmured to himself: "Can the poisonous needle that enters the body still be transferred?"
"Of course. Old man, your medical skills are too poor. You should go back to your mother's womb and learn from scratch."
Xia Tian said with a smile.
"You just escaped secretly, but here you are coaxing an old man. It's really abominable!"
Han Suichun came to his senses and immediately became furious. He showed thirteen more black needles and shot them at Xia Tian: "I want to see how many needles you can dodge, old man."
Xia Tian said casually: "Do you think you are the only one who has the needle?"
As he said that, a silver needle lit up between Xia Tian's fingers, and he shot out the thirteen black needles.
"Silver needle?
I never thought you were also a doctor."
Seeing this, Han Suichun nodded first, and then shook his head: "But it's a pity. If you dare to compete with me on acupuncture, you are asking for it... huh?"
Before he finished speaking, his thirteen black needles suddenly seemed to hit a wall of air and fell to the ground instantly.
However, Xia Tian's silver needle increased in strength instead of decreasing, and sank directly into Han Suichun's eyebrows.
"How is this possible?"
Han Suichun was dumbfounded, unable to accept this reality, "I have been in seclusion for more than forty years. I have practiced hard to cultivate the coldness of my body, and I have dozens of ice-soul black needles that are thinner than ordinary silver needles to help me. How could I even get a hair out of you?"
Even the head boy can't defeat him."
"It's normal that you can't defeat him."
Ning Ruirui had already kicked over Ye Congfan and the security guards he brought with him at this time, and answered the old man's question smoothly: "Because he is the world's number one miracle doctor, if you compete with him, no matter how big or small, you will definitely lose.
"
Listening to these words, Xia Tian felt a little like he was praising himself, and said dissatisfiedly: "Little long-legged girl, are you thinking about me?"