As soon as Wu Yong said these words, both the beauty and the old man changed their expressions.
However, the beautiful woman frowned and quickly sneered: "Nonsense, I am very healthy, so you have to sit in a wheelchair!"
Wu Yong shook his head and said: "You just haven't noticed anything strange yet. Let me ask you, have you been angry recently, unable to sleep at night, and occasionally feel sore, swollen and numb in your thighs?"
Swish.
When Wu Yong said this, the beauty's face changed again.
She was surprised: "How do you know!"
Wu Yong said: "I am a doctor, so I can naturally see it."
The old man heard the conversation between the two and immediately looked at the beauty.
"Qing'er, is what he said true? Is there really something strange about your body?" the old man asked anxiously.
"Indeed, it's really good." The beauty nodded first, and then pretended to be relaxed and said: "But don't take it seriously, grandpa. It's just a little uncomfortable occasionally. It doesn't affect your normal life. Don't be scared by him.
Come on. I don’t believe you will spend the rest of your life with a wheelchair.”
After saying that, she even gouged out a look, as if she was blaming Wu Yong.
Wu Yong was immediately depressed.
He kindly reminded this beauty, but in the end he just rolled his eyes.
That's all, since she doesn't believe it, why should she force herself.
Wu Yong shook his head and was about to leave, but was stopped by the old man calling from behind.
"Young man, wait a minute!"
The old man walked up to Wu Yong in a few steps and asked in a solemn tone: "You just said that my granddaughter might be disabled for the rest of her life, but is it true?"
Wu Yong nodded and said: "Of course it is true."
The old man asked again: "What is your diagnosis? Can you tell me so that I can listen to it?"
Wu Yong glanced at the beauty next to him. Her beautiful eyes were staring at him, as if there were two big words written on her face - Liar!
Being misunderstood by such a beautiful woman, Wu Yong felt extremely unhappy.
He thought to himself: Forget it, just show your hand to the two of them.
Wu Yong then said: "If I read it correctly, what she practiced just now was Bajiquan, right?"
The old man nodded and said: "Yes, it is Bajiquan, but what does this have to do with my grandson's body? Practicing boxing is to strengthen the body. The more you practice, the healthier you will be."
Wu Yong confirmed the old man's statement: "You are right. Practicing boxing has the effect of strengthening the body. Especially internal boxing, it has the effect of cultivating one's moral character and prolonging one's life."
As soon as he finished speaking, he changed the topic and said in a deep voice: "But this beauty has practiced the wrong boxing technique."
The old man was stunned. Did he practice the wrong boxing technique?
It shouldn't be.
He knows his granddaughter very well.
I followed him to practice family martial arts since I was a child, and then became a disciple of Bajiquan. I learned the most orthodox Bajiquan and practiced it step by step until today.
How could I practice wrongly?
When the beauty heard this, she sneered again.
She couldn't help but raised the corner of her lips and said: "I practiced the wrong boxing technique? What a joke!"
"I, Chu Qing'er, have been practicing martial arts since I was three years old. I am an authentic descendant of Bajiquan and have won the national martial arts championship!"
"Who are you? Have you ever practiced martial arts? If you haven't practiced martial arts, or you are not as strong as me, who are you to say that I practice the wrong boxing technique!"
Chu Qing'er proudly raised her chest and let out a series of loud questions.
She asked herself that she would be able to make the liar in front of her quit before he got into trouble.
Unexpectedly, Wu Yong smiled faintly.
"You mean, I have to be stronger than you to be qualified?"
"Okay, watch it!"
As he spoke, Wu Yong put away his lazy posture and suddenly straightened his body.
A tangible light flashed in his eyes, and his whole temperament changed drastically, becoming completely different from before.
"drink!"
Wu Yong shouted loudly, raised his right palm, and struck a big tree beside him.
This palm cracked a tree trunk.
After a loud bang.
The big tree, as thick as a bucket, shook a few times, and the leaves on its branches fell to the ground.
Chu Qing'er and the old man were stunned on the spot, their eyes as big as copper bells.
"This is! Inner Strength Warrior!" the old man exclaimed in surprise.
"Ah! He turned out to be a warrior with inner strength!" Chu Qing'er also covered her mouth and looked at Wu Yong with shock in her eyes, without the doubts and contempt just now.
Both of them are martial arts people, so they naturally understand what it means to be a strong warrior.
The inner-strength warrior is the ultimate master who is unique among thousands!
Every warrior with inner strength can stand alone.
The old man has been immersed in martial arts all his life, but he has never been able to touch the threshold of the inner strength warrior. Chu Qing'er has only seen two or three inner strength warriors with his own eyes since he was so old.
The two of them never expected that Wu Yong, who looked inconspicuous at a young age and didn't look like a martial artist at all, would actually be an internally powerful martial artist.
Wu Yong struck out with his palm, frightening both his grandfather and grandson.
But Wu Yong himself gently retracted his right palm as if nothing happened.
He glanced at the five-centimetre-thick palm print left on the tree trunk, shook his head slightly, and seemed a little disappointed.
"I have already used 50% of my strength, but I only managed to leave a palm print. It seems that the heat of my air-splitting palm is still not enough."
Turning his head, Wu Yong saw the expressions of the two people changed drastically, and knew that his exposed hand had shocked them.
So he smiled and asked: "This beauty, I wonder if I am qualified to speak now?"
Chu Qing'er suddenly blushed and quietly lowered her head, looking slightly embarrassed.
"Well...I didn't know you were an inner strength warrior before...that's why..."
She blushed slightly and looked a little coquettish.
Having been slighted by her just now, Wu Yong was still a little angry in his heart. Seeing her beauty now, his unhappiness immediately disappeared.
Wu Yong nodded and said with a smile: "It's not too late to correct your mistakes now."
Chu Qing'er hung her head in shame, without the confidence to refute.
"Sure enough, a hero comes from a young age. I didn't expect that you are already a strong warrior at such a young age. Old man, I was blind just now, so I couldn't see it. It turns out that young man, you are also a martial artist." The old man laughed heartily and was full of admiration.
Internal warrior?
Wu Yong is not a martial artist, so he doesn't know what it means to be a warrior with inner strength, but judging from the performance of his grandfather and grandson, he should be at a very powerful level.
He thought to himself: I have only been practicing the Splitting Air Palm for one day, and yet they call me an Inner Strength Warrior. The inheritance is really powerful!
Strictly speaking, Wu Yong has transcended the scope of a warrior.
After all, what he practices is not martial arts, but Taoism and immortality, which are more than one level better than martial arts.
His Chaos Art is stronger than the internal strength and mental skills of any martial arts sect!
Wu Yong was secretly proud for a while, and was about to ask the old man how the strength of warriors was divided in the martial arts world.
But the old man took the lead and asked nervously: "Young man, you just said that my grandson will be in danger of becoming disabled if she continues to practice. What is going on?" (To be continued)