The ghost boy, who couldn't move his arms, had a look of horror in his eyes. He didn't know what evil spell the other party had used on him to make him lose consciousness in his arms. He shook his head like a wild beast and roared in an intimidating way.
Ximen Lang smiled slightly and thought to himself: "Finally, there are some results. It seems that my acupuncture skills have improved a little bit. I might as well untie the rope on his leg and tap the acupuncture points on his leg again." With this thought, he stretched out his hand.
He reached Guizai's ankle, grabbed the rope and pulled hard, and the rope broke immediately.
The ghost's feet were free, and he jumped up like a carp and kicked his hated enemy with flying feet.
Ximen Lang smiled and said, "It's fun, let's continue practicing." He nimbly dodged to the right to avoid the opponent's thunderous strike. When Gui Zai's move was too old and his right leg had no time to retract, he quickly pointed out his sword.
"ah!"
The ghost boy screamed when he was stabbed in the leg, because he couldn't move his arms and became a display. The severe pain made him almost lose control of his balance and fall down.
"No hit, let's continue..."
Ximen Lang scolded and jumped forward. He watched the opponent kick his left leg and pointed his sword at him.
The two men kept fighting in the cell. Ximenlang was very satisfied with this living target, and he practiced tirelessly.
More than half an hour later, Gui Zai was hit on the Liangqiu point on his right leg and lost consciousness. He fell to the ground with a thud. However, this guy was really strong. Although he could only move one leg, he still jumped up with energy.
, and kicked Ximen Lang with his only single foot.
"Haha...well come..."
Ximen Lang took a step back, pointed his sword at him, and the two of them fought again. Of course, the consequences were predictable. After more than ten minutes, Gui Zai's only leg that could move was hit by an acupuncture point, and he suddenly fell to the ground.
, shaking his head from side to side, shouting at the top of his lungs: "I don't accept it, little brat, what kind of magic did you use to win?"
With a cold snort, Ximen Lang curled his lips and said: "It's rare to see many strange things. This is called Kung Fu. You guys are so ignorant."
Now, this living target can no longer move, so we have to practice acupuncture.
Ximen Lang bent down and began to untie the acupuncture points on his legs...
Because he was very attentive, time passed unknowingly. In the evening, Ximen Lang unlocked three acupuncture points on Gui Zai's body, leaving the acupuncture point on the guy's right arm. He was not in a hurry and decided to wait until tomorrow.
If you untie the other person, you don't have to think about the consequences anyway. It doesn't matter if the arm is disabled, it's not his arm anyway.
To be on the safe side, he tied handcuffs and ropes to Guizi's body, then walked out and went to another cell to see Feng Du, who had been hit by him in the ant nest.
At this time, Feng Du was lying on the ground extremely weak, but the expression on his face was very calm, and there was no longer the painful look he had in the morning.
Ximen Lang was a little puzzled, so he took out the secret book and looked it up before he found out the reason. It turned out that the ant nest could be unlocked on its own six hours after being clicked.
“So this is what it looks like!”
Ximen Lang understood the reason and nodded secretly. Seeing that Feng Du was exhausted from the torture, he was afraid that the other party would die and lose the living target, so he called Fatty Han and asked him to get some glucose and prepare to give it to Feng Du.
This guy hangs on a bit.
More than ten minutes later, Fatty Han entered the dungeon carrying a shoulder bag and said, "Brother Lang, I brought you what you asked for, but can you pierce it?"
Ximen Lang smiled and said: "I haven't pricked it before, but I think it's easy to prick it. You just need to find the right blood vessel. If the blood vessel is not pricked correctly, you can prick it a few more times. It will just produce more blood. It will be fine."
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Fatty Han gave a thumbs up and praised: "You're right, we don't feel any pain anyway." He opened his shoulder bag, took out glucose, syringes, infusion tubes and other items, and placed them on the ground.
In a moment, the two guys turned into doctors, squatting on the ground and messing around. Ximen Lang grabbed Feng Du's right hand and started inserting an infusion needle.
It is said that nothing is difficult in the world, only those who are willing to do it. Although it was the first time for Ximenlang to inject someone with an intravenous drip, he did a good job, but his skills were really unflattering. After more than ten injections in a row, Feng
There was a lot of blood in my right hand, so I finally inserted the needle into the blood vessel and started the infusion.
Standing up, Ximen Lang ordered: "Fat man, just watch him here. You can leave after he finishes the transfusion."
Fatty Han agreed: "Okay, I'll watch from here, you can go ahead and get busy."
Ximenlang, who was determined to learn martial arts and become a master, was indeed very busy. After leaving the dungeon, he drove an off-road vehicle to Master Pu Yundong's home and learned the second and third styles of the Storm God Fist from the green-robed ancestor. It was around nine o'clock in the evening
Zhong Caishu had mastered these six movements in total, and then practiced the Golden Bell Shield. He was hit by Wen Ziling with a wooden hammer and his whole body was red and swollen. He entered the bone soup again and endured the painful feeling.
Compared with the last time, Ximen Lang, who has already achieved some success in the Golden Bell Mask, can completely endure the cruel torture of bone soup this time. Moreover, after the soak this time, the body hair on his body did not fall off, which is also a happy thing.
He doesn't want to keep a bald head all the time. He likes to be beautiful and pay attention to his appearance. He also wants to restore his previous Korean-style medium-length broken hair.
After rinsing next to the well platform, Ximen Lang entered the house and got under the big quilt on the bed. Inside, the charming and charming Wen Ziling was waiting for him. Seeing him getting in, she moaned, "Xiao Lang, I miss you so much!"
"The delicate body as soft and smooth as warm water wrapped around him...
As the saying goes, a break is better than a newlywed. Two people who have not been together for a while have unlimited needs, so naturally it is an extremely romantic tenderness!
At midnight, the tide gradually receded, and the two people hugged each other closely and talked quietly.
Ximen Lang learned from Wen Ziling that since she got married to him, her internal strength had increased a lot, which convinced him that his own essence was more powerful for women than good tonics and had great power.
benefit……
The next day, Ximen Lang returned to the Yundu District headquarters and heard Jiang Wei's report. Now the Yihe gang has sent out a large number of personnel to find the whereabouts of Xiang owner Feng Du, and the Julang gang is the biggest suspect, just because there is no evidence.
Perhaps there were other concerns, but Xia Longwei did not take any action against the Julang Gang.
Ximen Lang smiled indifferently, so what could he do if he doubted it. Now his Julang Gang has many people, advanced weapons and equipment, and its strength is far from what it was before. I am still afraid of your Yihe Gang. If you dare to move, then don't