When Su Xierfei was growing up, there was a sunshine manor under the Yangguo Embassy in Longdu, and more than a dozen Yangguo people were watching a video.
This is the process of Luoshen and Nihua, the three of them, treating patients at Hongyan Hospital.
While watching the battle with paper and pen, the people of Yang Guo focused on the battle, taking notes with paper and pen, and looked very serious. Even the quarrel between Lin Qiuling and Lin Sangu was recorded.
They seemed to be digesting the essence of this video.
After a short while, the video ended, but more than a dozen Yang Guo people were silent, with a sense of solemnity on their faces.
His eyes were also stiff and he looked at Lin Qiuling vomiting blood on the video.
"Tread...Tread..."
At this time, several other old men from Yangguo walked into the hall, one of whom was wearing a kimono, her hair was combed straight, and there was a wooden sword around her waist.
He slowly walked to everyone, supported his hands on the table, and glanced at more than a dozen men and women in Yangguo:
"Everyone, these are the three players in Huatuo Cup in China, and they are also our most difficult enemies."
"One is called Nihua, one is called Bodhisattva, and the other is called Luoshen. It ranks among the top four in this provincial championship."
"I have already received the news that Shenzhou is using them as the team to fight us."
"In other words, if you win them, you will win China."
"You have already seen their treatment process. Who can answer me now? How likely is it to win against them?"
This kimono old man is Beitingchuan, a gold medal doctor in the Blood Medicine Sect, and a martial arts master.
His eyes were very sharp, which made more than a dozen Yang Kingdom men and women bow their heads instinctively.
"No one answered?"
Beitingchuan's voice was very heavy: "When you beat the champions of the 16 provinces a few days ago, you were not so depressed."
"I remember, you all shouted that there was no one in China at that time, and you said that if you don't need Qianshan, Mu Xue and Qilang took action, you can sweep the entire Huatuo Cup championship."
"Why don't you even have the courage to stand up now?"
He was very angry: "You guys disappointed me so much."
A dozen Yang Guoren stood up with a huh: "Mr. Beiting, I'm sorry, we are incompetent."
Beitingchuan roared: "I don't want to listen to such nonsense. I ask you, how likely do you have to win when facing Nihua and the others?"
"There is no chance of winning."
Sixteen men and women from Yang Kingdom yelled together: "We are not their opponents, but we will still let go of the battle. It is better to be broken than to be complete."
"Okay, very good, just know that skills are not as good as people."
Beitingchuan's expression eased a lot: "It doesn't matter whether you have a chance to win. What's important is that you recognize yourself and recognize the gap, so that you can turn the tables."
"Betingjun, they can't turn the tables."
At this moment, a low and arrogant voice came down from the upper floor:
"The three Luoshens, no matter how well the Tianjiao Group recognizes the reality, they can't win."
"The three Luoshen are far more talented than the Tianjiao Group. Moreover, they have turned a blind eye to the outside world for more than ten years, and have devoted themselves to practicing medicine. They have already developed a brilliant mind of seven orifices."
"The Tianjiao Group is no match at all."
"Only when I and Qianshan and Muxue fight, can I destroy the three Luo Shenshen."
"I think, don't play too many fancy games in this battle. Let's just fight against Luo Shen and the others."
"Believe us, we will definitely win."
While speaking, a bald Yang man took a man and a woman to everyone. It was Yamamoto Shiro, Chiashan, Muxue.
After Yamamoto finished speaking, Mu Xue, who was wearing a white kimono, also echoed:
"From the diagnosis and treatment effect and manual judgment on the video, Nihua and the other two have the strength of a gold medal doctor in the Blood Medical Sect."
"Although the Tianjiao Group is extremely outstanding, far better than its peers, it is the peak level of silver medal doctors."
She opened her red lips: "They will definitely lose against the three Luoshen."
Qianshan also had a cold voice: "Since you know that they are not as strong as others, why should you embarrass them on stage again?"
"Qilang, Qianshan, Muxue, I know your ability and believe in your medical skills. I can let you go directly, and I feel a little uneasy."
"Don't be afraid of one, just be afraid of ten thousand. Once you three geniuses lose, there will be no one in the entire Blood Medical Sect to buffer."
Beitingchuan shook his head slightly: "The God of Luo will also pour down in the momentum of victory."
"So let the Tianjiao Group take turns to fight, one is to consume Luo Shen and the others' energy, and the other is to test their strength."
"After the Tianjiao Group fought against them, Luo Shen and his strength were probably exposed."
"And you who are raising your energy can not only challenge them in a targeted manner, but also hit them unexpectedly."
He reminded: "Either China nor we can afford to lose this battle."
Yamamoto Shiro shook his head slightly: "Keitingchuan, you are very impure."
"This battle is not only a blood doctor's sect to clear away the shame, but also a national war, and it can only be won."
Beitingchuan waved his hand gently and signaled everyone to leave. He asked Yamamoto Shiro and the other two to sit down:
"And there are many allied purposes mixed in it, so we must act cautiously. As long as the final victory belongs to us, face is not important!"
A light flashed in his eyes: "If we don't hurt the dragon, what are our faces going back?"
"We don't understand these things, and we don't want to understand them. We are too distracted, which will affect our medical skills."
Yamamoto Shiro looked at Kittokawa with bright eyes: "Of course, we obey the arrangements, and we won't involve anything that is unfair."
"But I'm still curious. This time I come here, one is to avenge my shame, and the other is to take revenge on Ye Fan."
"But you didn't mention Ye Fan just now. Could it be that his injury will not heal for a while and cannot go on stage to fight us?"
Thousands of mountains and Mu Xue also had a little more curiosity.
"Ye Fan is not worth worrying about this battle."
There was a hint of contempt on Beitingchuan's face:
"Someone has prepared for Ye Fan's ending. Whether he will go to the battle will not affect the outcome at all."
He showed a strange smile: "Because he really comes out to fight you, I can make him lose with just one word."
Yamamoto Shiro and the others frowned and looked at Beitingchuan. They didn't know where Beitingchuan came from, but they didn't look fake.
"Ye Fan has been eliminated, you don't need to consider dealing with him at all."
Beitingchuan did not decipher it either, and then looked at the screen: "I only have a headache with Luo Shen, how can I reduce their winning rate?"
"Betingjun, our translator Huang Taijun brought a few women to ask for a meeting."
At this moment, a guard of Yang Kingdom ran over and reported respectfully:
"They hope that the Blood Medical Sect can save someone..."
He pointed to the screen and said, "It's just to save this woman."
Beitingchuan was stunned, looked up at Lin Qiuling, and then laughed:
"It's really a sleepy pillow."
"Please, please, no, I'll go to greet you in person..."