This name made the entire Jixiangge Hotel tremble.
Ling Feng is not only one of the Eight Horses of the North, his name also represents the contemporary military spirit of China and is the pillar of the entire northern border of the Great Xia Empire.
"That injured young man is the God of War Ling Feng?!"
"The beacon fire of the North was bathed in red makeup, and the war flags covered the sky. The bones were piled up into the mountains overnight, and the sword cut the Jiulong River. This man was the one who once pushed across the northern border for three hundred miles in one night, and wiped out the North Moon Kingdom with a sword.
The God of War, he is the contemporary war myth of Daxia!"
"The God of War Ling Feng led an invincible army of 300,000 tigers. How could he be seriously injured like this? How could he come to Ningzhou?"
Just because of the name of the God of War, many people rushed to the front entrance of the hotel to see this legendary hero. The anxious discussion almost exploded the ceiling on the first floor.
Su Haoran and Needle King Liang Jiu came to Yuan Zhendong at the same time and helped Ling Feng sit on the chair.
"The internal injuries are so serious?"
Without taking a pulse, just with his clairvoyance, Su Haoran frowned and said: "The heart and lungs were severely damaged, even the liver was shattered, and the spine was broken in three places. Who could hurt you like this?"
Oops!
Just by Su Haoran's question, everyone present simultaneously exclaimed with grief and indignation.
Who dares to seriously injure the God of War?
Everyone in China knows that Ling Feng is the guarantee for people in the north of Daxia to enjoy a peaceful life. Anyone who hurts him will be a sinner through the ages.
Ling Feng did not answer Su Haoran's question, but asked: "Can my injury be cured?"
Su Haoran didn't need to answer. Needle King Liangjiu patted his chest and promised: "God of war, don't worry, as long as you are still alive, my master will be able to heal you."
"Who are you?" Ling Feng looked at Liang Jiu. Just a small movement of turning his head made him frown in pain.
"The God of War, he is Liang Jiu, the number one miracle doctor in Ningzhou and the director of Longmen Hospital."
"The number one miracle doctor in Ningzhou is the number one miracle doctor in the north. Acupuncture King Liangjiu's medical skills are among the best in the country."
"Hey! Divine Doctor Liang said, he said Mr. Su Haoran is his master?"
While everyone was praising Liangjiu, the Needle King, they suddenly discovered a big secret.
Su Haoran is Liang Jiu's master, and Liang Jiu is already the number one miracle doctor in the north. So how good is Su Haoran's medical skills?
Just when everyone was paying attention to Su Haoran, Su Haoran had already twisted out a golden needle in his hand.
Under everyone's attention, Su Haoran had taken out the golden needle, selected Baihui, Ziting, Yuji, Shenfu, and Tanzhong acupoints and started treating Ling Feng.
After the thirteen Longmen needles were inserted, Su Haoran began to twist the needle tails one by one quickly, and infused a trace of Yuanshi Qi to quickly repair his injured body.
"What a powerful Qi, what a powerful acupuncture technique."
Ling Feng's eyes lit up, and he could clearly feel that his injuries were improving rapidly, and the fracture on his spine was also miraculously healing.
From the perspective of others, it was even more magical. Ling Feng's slightly distracted eyes immediately focused, and his pale face gradually regained its rosiness.
"Let me tell you, my master's medical skills are unparalleled from ancient times to the present!" Liang Jiu shook off his silver hair. He was obviously a mature and steady middle-aged man, but at this time, he was like a child showing off his treasures.
At the same time, Su Haoran stopped twisting the needles one by one, but the thirteen golden needles were buzzing and trembling automatically, as if playing a beautiful piece of music.
Immediately, red lines of meridians gradually appeared on Ling Feng's face, hands, and the exposed skin of his broken sleeves.
"awesome!"
Liang Jiu was amazed and said uncontrollably: "This is Longmen's method of opening the pulse. Only the method used by Longmen's Thirteen Needles has reached the highest level."
Only then can I have this curative effect, I am still far from this level!"
The onlookers were dumbfounded, and the needle king Liang Jiu personally admitted the huge gap, which once again confirmed Su Haoran's superb medical skills.
But!
Su Haoran frowned and sighed softly: "Internal and external injuries are easy to cure, but the poison in your body is too weird."
"What, he was also poisoned?"
Li Song's expression changed when he heard this, and he immediately cursed: "Who dared to poison Ling Feng? If I find this person, I will kill his whole family."
"Keep the change, please!"
Su Haoran and Ling Feng said in unison, and turned to look at the door of the hotel at the same time.
Immediately, four big men wearing long windbreakers and black iron masks walked side by side towards the main entrance of the hotel.
Three of these four people are tall and one is short. Their four pairs of eyes are shining brightly from their masks. They look like ruthless characters at first glance.
"Master, they are the ones who have been chasing me and Ling Feng!"
Yuan Zhendong pointed at the four people outside the door and said loudly: "They are too powerful. All eighteen young soldiers in Ling Feng's personal guard were killed by them. You have to avenge them."
"I'll do it myself!"
Ling Feng was worthy of being the god of war. When he saw the enemy chasing him, he stood up.
"take a good rest."
Su Haoran held Ling Feng's shoulders and asked him to sit down again, "They are eager for you to take action, because the poison in your body will flow with your true energy and continue to penetrate deep into your meridians and internal organs until you become a useless person.
until."
"Even if I become a useless person, my name as the God of War cannot be insulted!"
"I will protect your name for you. After cleaning them up, I will slowly help you get rid of the poison."
It was not convenient for Su Haoran to use the elixir in public, so he could only postpone the treatment and walk to the hotel to meet the enemy in person.
Click click click!
At the same time, all the media reporters picked up their cameras and took pictures of Ling Feng and Su Haoran.
Several reporters stood in front of the camera and started live reporting. At least dozens of people present took out their mobile phones and called the police at the same time. However, it took time for the police to arrive. Now it still depends on how Su Haoran responds.
A sweet-looking female reporter stood out at this time. She held a microphone and said passionately: "The Northern God of War Ling Feng was seriously injured. Just as Mr. Su Haoran was treating him, another killer came after him. I really don't know what happened.
Let’s wait and see to what extent it will develop.”
Under the guidance of Su Haoran, Dong Mingli, Dong Shiyu, Zhou Xinyue and a group of passionate young people also wanted to go out.
But!
Ling Feng's words stopped everyone at the same time, "Don't go and die, the four of them are all Grandmasters, and they are very powerful Grandmasters."
Four Grandmasters have arrived!
At this moment, the entire Jixiang Pavilion became quiet, and Li Song quickly stood beside Ling Feng, always protecting his safety.
Ling Feng glanced at Li Song and asked in a low voice: "Li Song, aren't you going to help this little brother?"
"Need not!"
Li Song said confidently: "It's just dealing with four masters. My brother shouldn't find it difficult."
oh?
Li Song was slightly surprised and looked at Su Haoran without blinking.
At this time, Su Haoran had already walked three meters in front of the four masked men.
He faced four people alone without any fear on his face. Even after feeling the aura of the four masters, the blood in his body was still surging.
"Get out of the way or die!"
The masked man facing Su Haoran raised his hand and pointed at Su Haoran's nose, and said in very blunt Chinese: "Of course, you don't have to let me, I don't mind killing a few more Chinese people."
this
The masked man is the only short one among the four, less than 1.65 meters tall, but he is very arrogant.
The corner of Su Haoran's mouth raised a cold and evil arc, and he suddenly struck forward with his palm like a knife.
quick!
Extremely fast!
Su Haoran took the lead. This move gathered the power of his reincarnated immortal body, the power of the six secrets, and the power of the original Qi.
Stab!
Immediately, a sound of tearing cloth was heard.
The short masked man's windbreaker exploded in half, and the black iron mask on his face cracked open, revealing an old face covered with wrinkles.
Then, a streak of blood appeared from his forehead, quickly extending to the end of his nose, then to his chin, throat...
"Kill me in seconds, seconds, seconds?"
The short man said these words with great difficulty in a suspicious tone, and then fell straight to the ground, kicking up dust that was thirty centimeters high.
"It's him, the Eastern God of War Hiro Inoue!" Ling Feng, who was sitting in the door of the hotel, suddenly flashed a sharp look in his eyes after seeing the short man's appearance.
"Inoue loves the whale, my God, he is a veteran god of war who is famous in Asia."
"No wonder he can hunt down Ling Feng, he is also a god of war."
"Despicable! Among these four people is Hiro Inoue. Does that mean the other three are also at the God of War level?"
Dong Mingli, Zhou Xinyue, Sister She and others saw their expressions changing. They were all shocked by Inoue Hongjing's name.
Only the arrogant Lin Nan said nonchalantly: "What a piece of shit the veteran God of War is? Wasn't he killed instantly by my brother with one move?!"
Huh?!
He does not mean that.
The originally solemn and tense atmosphere was instantly broken by Lin Nan's words.
"Yes, isn't the God of War great? In front of Mr. Su, he's like someone who can be killed instantly?" Feng Wen said carelessly, with only his paralyzed face showing no change in expression.
Dong Shiyu looked at Su Haoran's tall back and murmured in a low voice: "This is the greatest charm of a man."
Baili Hongyan, who has never been able to find a sense of existence, even said to herself: "From today on, the name of Haoran will become a legend and gradually be known to the world."
The most excited person was the sweet-looking reporter. She jumped up in front of the camera and cheered passionately: "Did everyone see it? Did everyone hear it? Among the killers who were chasing the God of War Ling Feng,
There was one person who was the Eastern God of War, Hiro Inoue, and he was killed by Mr. Su with one move."
Su Haoran didn't know how huge a sensation he caused by instantly killing the enemy with this move.
I don't know how many people saw his heroic act in killing the Eastern God of War through live TV in order to protect the God of War Ling Feng.
At the same time, the ratings of Ningzhou TV Station, which was not originally very high, suddenly began to increase dramatically, and it increased exponentially like a snowball.
but!
While everyone was excited and proud of Su Haoran's prowess, Liu Hansheng was confused.
His hands were trembling, and he turned to look at Liu Yutong and stammered: "Yutong, am I dreaming? Haoran, Haoran, he killed someone?"
"Dad!" Liu Yutong quickly drew three black lines on his white forehead, unable to find any words to explain the situation in front of him.
Ding !
At the same time, Su Haoran's mind suddenly heard the unique and pleasant sound of the merit astrolabe.
"The master kills evil and stops evil. He is very good at the future and prevents the death of thousands of people. He counts eight stars of merit and merit, which can be exchanged for the opportunity to open a divine treasure for others. Do you want to exchange it?"