Rural Shennong

The kung fu skills possessed by ordinary martial arts masters have been cultivated to the extreme. Most of them can penetrate seven or eight skills. It is not uncommon to have more than 30 skills, and more than [-] skills are considered to be rare good skills.

But Chen Ping didn't think so, his Evergreen Jue was a kung fu technique that penetrated all the meridians.

Not to mention Wei Hongye's difficulty in understanding, even a martial arts master who has been famous for many years would be terrified to doubt his life when he saw it.

As the healing process for Wei Hongye continued, Chen Ping's slightly frowned brows loosened, and a little enjoyment appeared on his face.

"Although I have to lose some of my inner strength to heal his wounds, this process also allows me to better understand the inner strength of martial arts masters."

"It can be regarded as an inspiration to my cultivation, this wave is not a loss!"

While Chen Ping showed an expression of enjoyment, Wei Hongye's expression became more and more dignified, and he even set off a monstrous storm in his heart.

"How is this possible? Is he a monster?"

"It doesn't matter if you become a martial arts master at a young age, you still have time to practice heretical healing techniques."

"Prodigal, wasteful!"

"Having this time, wouldn't it be good for you to practice exercises to increase your cultivation? It's a waste of the talent that God gave you!"

It's no wonder Wei Hongye thought so, generally speaking, only martial arts masters would practice miscellaneous exercises.

Sensitively, Chen Ping noticed Wei Hongye's uneasy mood, and quickly said: "Hold the original and keep the one, and don't move distracting thoughts."

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There was a wry smile on Wei Hongye's face, and he thought to himself: "If only I had this kind of talent!"

"It's a pity, if this kid concentrates on practicing one skill, I'm afraid the cultivation base will be even more terrifying."

"Could it be that his main practice is too low-level? There are too few meridians through it?"

"It must be like this, otherwise why would he practice this kind of healing technique?"

Wei Hongye deduced it according to common sense.

But Chen Ping was not an existence that could be explained by common sense.

His Evergreen Art not only has the function of healing wounds, but also the function of assisting the other half in cultivation, which is far beyond Wei Hongye's imagination.

As soon as Wei Hongye thought of this, he felt a sudden burst of burning pain from the meridian.

He suddenly widened his eyes, and instead of being surprised, he immediately performed the exercises, cooperating with Chen Ping's guidance.

The Wei family members were looking at the old man nervously, and they were shocked to find that his eyes were staring.

Just as the nerves of this group of people tensed up suddenly, at this moment, Wei Hongye suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of dirty blood.

"Father!"

"father!"

"Chen Ping, how dare you!"

Wei Hongye stood up abruptly: "Shut up, everyone!"

The old man's roar was full of energy, like thunder, which made everyone's ears go numb. It was completely different from when he was injured before.

After he scolded everyone in the Wei family, he turned his head and bowed to Chen Ping: "Little friend, thank you for your kindness!"

"If it's useful for our Wei family in the future, just ask!"

Chen Ping stretched out his hand to hold Wei Hongye's arm: "It's nothing to do with a little effort, so don't be polite to me, old man."

Wei Hongye laughed loudly: "I'm being hypocritical."

"Chen Xiaoyou, please sit down, come and serve tea!"

When the tea was served, Wei Hongye raised his glass as a gesture of invitation.

Chen Ping took a sip to save face.

Wei Hongye put down his teacup: "Xiaoyou Chen, you healed my injury, if I don't say anything, I will feel really sorry."

As he said that, he took out a booklet from his pocket and put it on the table: "This is the air-detecting magical skill passed down from our Wei family's ancestors. It can penetrate 32 meridians through perfect cultivation, which is enough to challenge martial arts masters."

The old man is a fastidious person, he has not forgotten that Chen Ping's "garbage exercises" are not effective, and he wants to help Chen Ping.

As soon as Wei Hongye finished speaking, Chen Ping hadn't said anything yet, and the Wei family members were all blown up.

"Patriarch can't!"

"Father, you...be careful!"

"Master, Master, please calm down!"

They haven't had the chance to touch this kind of magical secret book yet, so how can they give it to an outsider.

Wei Hongye swept his eyes away, and everyone shut up.

He turned his head and pushed the cheat book towards Chen Ping: "This exercise is for you, Chen Xiaoyou must remember that the method is not taught to the six ears."

Chen Ping understood what he meant. Wei Hongye wanted to show him Xiu Lin, but told him not to teach it to others.

Envious, jealous, jealous and other eyes fell on Chen Pinghe's exercise book.

If it were them, they would have already reached out and snatched it away, and they are so reserved.

Some people think that Chen Ping is too good at pretending, and he is still drinking tea there calmly.

If Chen Ping wasn't a martial arts master, someone would have cursed him long ago.

Seeing Chen Ping put his hands on the exercises, several Wei family members showed a trace of disdain.

Just when everyone thought that Chen Ping would put away the exercise, Chen Ping pressed the exercise and pushed it in front of Wei Hongye again.

Wei Hongye was stunned for a moment: "Little friend, what do you mean?"

Chen Ping smiled and said: "I have a very good relationship with Brother Bao and Brother Wei Manting, and it is also a fate to come to heal the old man."

"If I want this exercise, what will it be?"

Hearing this, Wei Hongye was shocked.

Those Wei family members who were jealous of Chen Ping and thought he was pretending just now were also dumbfounded.

When they came back to their senses, they all blushed and lowered their heads.

People have a broad mind, and they really measure the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Wei Hongye's expression was complicated: "Oh, little friend, why are you doing this!"

Chen Ping stood up and said, "I've made up my mind, the old man doesn't need to say anything."

"The boxing match for the chairman is coming soon, your injury is just right, and you still need to rest for a while, so I won't bother you."

Wei Hongye made a gesture of invitation: "Little friend, I'll see you off!"

After seeing off Chen Ping, Wei Hongye stood at the door of the mansion with a lonely look in his eyes: "It's a pity!"

Bao Chong asked: "Dad, what are you saying is a pity?"

Wei Hongye sighed and said, "Chen Ping's main practice should be too low-level, so he will practice miscellaneous exercises for healing warriors' injuries."

"If he has advanced skills, his future is limitless, and it is not impossible to spy on the master's way one day!"

Wei Manting whispered: "Father, how is your injury?"

Wei Hongye said indifferently: "It's a blessing in disguise, Zuo Bingxiu must think I'm doomed, and when it's time for the boxing match, I must give him a surprise!"

"Listen, everyone. You all keep your mouths shut. No one is allowed to reveal the news of my recovery. Do you understand?"

Everyone in the Wei family knew the severity, and Qi claimed it was.

Not many people knew about the news that Wei Hongye and Zuo Bingxiu had fought, but the news still spread among the top circles in Lingnan.

Early the next morning, the president of the Provincial Industry and Commerce Association went to Weijiazhuang to visit Wei Hongye's injury.

When such a big person comes, Wei Hongye must of course personally receive him: "Your Excellency, my injury is not serious, and it will not delay the competition in the arena."

"Last night, Zuo Bingxiu was also injured. Although he was slightly better than me, he didn't expect that my injury would recover so quickly."

"I'm still somewhat sure that I can beat him."

Wei Hongye said this because he wanted to reassure the president.

Who would have thought that what he said made the president even more worried, and made the president more sure of the idea he had before.

"Old Wei, besides visiting your injury, I have something else I want to tell you this time."

Wei Hongye smiled and said: "President, but it's okay to say!"

The president was silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a long breath: "I don't want to continue running for the next president!"

Hearing this, Wei Hongye stood up abruptly: "What did you say?"