The personal doctor of the beautiful president

Old man Huang Biao's face was ashen.

Hey, the young people who came in from the outside are still inexperienced and have little knowledge. They can't understand that these are two completely different worlds.

Now I have to pay tuition fees for my youth, and the price is very expensive, probably my own life.

Huang Xiaolong is rampant and domineering everywhere, no one can stop him, why do you think it is?
Not to mention the backing of someone behind him, I am also super able to fight. Among my peers, I was invincible in the whole family.

The two most important elements in martial arts training are talent and resources.Among them, talent determines the upper limit, and resources determine offline.

The so-called poor culture and rich martial arts, no money to practice wool.

He is the patriarch's precious grandson. From childhood to adulthood, he has been given top-notch resources. He eats all kinds of pills as food, and practices exercises casually.

Moreover, his talent is also amazing, he can learn everything very quickly, and the Huang family's unique skill of ecstasy and death has already reached the third level.

Huang Xiaolong's most powerful skill is his legs. Han Xingye actually asked him if he lost his legs, which made everyone present feel very ridiculous.

Huang Xiaolong couldn't help smiling, and then stepped on the ground. The hard marble floor split three long cracks with his feet as the center.

Sure enough, it is a soul-hunting and killing-kicking leg, and its reputation is well-deserved.

After he demonstrated this skill, Peng Junna's expression changed slightly.

She didn't pay much attention to Huang Xiaolong, the young master, and thought that Han Xingye could handle it easily.

But what she saw now made her feel hopeless.The Hidden Family is more terrifying than imagined.

Wouldn't he kill Han Xingye?
At worst, if Han Xingye's situation is not good, I will cooperate with him and make a killer move to Huang Xiaolong.

Even if they fail, it is better to die together than to survive and suffer humiliation.

"Let the horse come and greet my lap." Huang Xiaolong said contemptuously at Han Xingye: "I'll give you three chances to see if you're good or not."

Han Xingye took off the ring in his hand, turned it into a nine-inch silver needle, and pierced Huang Xiaolong's leg.

That's it?

Huang Xiaolong wanted to laugh, his legs had already been practiced to be invulnerable, even if you hit him with an iron plate, you wouldn't be afraid, but using such a thin needle is simply a joke.

Huang Xiaolong didn't dodge or dodge, let Han Xingye's silver needle poke up, ready to break the needle directly.

With a "snap", the needle in Han Xingye's hand touched Huang Xiaolong's leg, as if hitting a steel plate, the silver needle immediately bent to the limit, making people worry that it might break at any time.

"Trash." Huang Xiaolong sneered provocatively: "Use some strength, don't you have food? Now it's time for the second move, please cherish it, after the third move, you will die."

Han Xingye re-rolled the silver needle into a ring, put it away, and made a gesture to call it a day.

"There is no need for the second move, your legs are finished."

When everyone heard the words, they looked at each other in blank dismay: Are you sure you are not joking?
Even Peng Junna was a little desperate: Did he give up resistance and accept his fate?
Huang Xiaolong looked at Han Xingye like an idiot.

"You think I'm using the needle to poke your acupuncture points and give you an acupuncture massage on your legs?" Han Xingye smiled and said, "I poisoned you."

Huang Xiaolong sneered, "Your needle didn't go in at all, and the skin didn't even break, how do you poison it?"

"Who said that poison must directly enter the muscles or blood, it is enough to smear it on the outside, the toxin will naturally seep into the skin, and finally merge into the blood." Han Xingye asked: "Do you feel that a certain part of your leg is The place, as if bitten by a mosquito, is a little itchy?"

No way, how do you say it is the same as the real thing?
Huang Xiaolong felt it, not to mention, it seemed that the part that was poked by the needle just now was really itchy.

Huang Xiaolong's complexion suddenly changed a little.

"This is the feeling of the poison staying on the surface of the skin. After it penetrates into the skin, you will soon feel the heat." Han Xingye said: "If you don't believe it, then I suggest you stomp your feet like before and see if you can still feel it." Can't stomp the ground?"

Huang Xiaolong had an unpleasant feeling in his heart, he had never encountered such a situation before, and the rhythm was a little messed up by Han Xingye.

He had no fear in the face of the tough bridge, but who could tell the truth about poisoning.

He felt that Han Xingye was too shady and dared not face it, so he could only use this shameless method.

Can't you afford it?

But Huang Xiaolong couldn't sit still, he had to prove that his leg skills were not affected at all.

So he used all his skills, and unreservedly made a move of the soul-killing leg, and stomped on the ground.

There was a bang, as if explosives had exploded, flying sand and rocks, leaving a big crater on the marble floor.

"Hmph, you're playing tricks." Huang Xiaolong calmed down and said proudly to Han Xingye, "You've seen it too, your trash poison doesn't affect me at all."

Han Xingye smiled slightly: "You misunderstood, I told you to stomp your feet, the point is not whether the ground will break, but whether your feet will feel numb after the ground breaks?"

"What's going on?" Huang Xiaolong's face changed slightly, it seemed that his right foot was really numb.

Isn't this nonsense, you used all your strength to stamp out such a big hole in the ground, can you be numb?
Han Xingye said: "The numbness means that the toxin has entered your meridians, and it will soon be absorbed into the blood, and your legs will be useless by then."

"You're talking nonsense, scaremongering." Huang Xiaolong's face was very ugly: "I don't believe it."

"Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway." Han Xingye said with a smile, "It's not me who was poisoned, of course I don't have to worry."

Huang Xiaolong frowned and said, "Do you have any other way to prove it?"

"If you still don't believe me, let me give you another injection. This time, don't use your true energy to block it, let the needle stick directly into the muscle and see if you can bear it?" Han Xingye said.

Huang Xiaolong thought about it, and felt something was wrong: "You think I'm stupid, giving up my defense on my own initiative, and letting you inject the poison directly into the blood?

If you are bluffing me now, wouldn't I take the initiative to cooperate with you and poison myself? "

"If you're worried, just provide the needle yourself." Han Xingye said with a relaxed expression.

Huang Xiaolong hadn't made up his mind yet, his henchmen didn't dare to neglect and brought the needles.

Movie theaters are naturally equipped with medicine boxes, and needles are necessary medical equipment.

Holding the needle, Han Xingye asked Huang Xiaolong, "Do you want to confirm your condition? Of course, if you want to lie to yourself, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"Then I will make you give up." Huang Xiaolong said, "Let the horse come here."