Mu Yan: "When the day of the attack again, the condition will only be more serious than before, and it will not even be completely cured. If you don't believe it, you can ask all the patients with meridian atrophy treated by Mulege, whether it will inevitably have other symptoms from one or two years to three or five years?"

The girl's voice was clear and pleasant, just like the sound of nature, but no one in the entire magic circle was in the mood to listen.

The faces of everyone seemed to be ghosts, panic and frightened, shocked and uneasy.

Lin Shaomin grabbed Mu Yan's arm, "Grand Lord Jun, do you mean that my brother will die even if he is cured? Why is this happening? How can this happen? Grand Lord Jun, can you save him?"

Mu Yan nodded and was about to take out the Heavenly Demon Piano.

Suddenly, a sound of music like a rift was heard.

"Miss, such a big tone!!" The delicate shout came with full anger.

At some point, the four saints, Yaxue, Yafeng, Yayue and Yayun, who were just treating the patient, also strode towards this side.

The leader is Yayun, who has the most ordinary appearance, but has elegant and noble temperament.

She held the pipa and walked to Mu Yan, and said coldly: "Is this a girl questioning my Mulege's medical skills?"

Yaxue: "Ha, I, Mulege, have been unique in the two fields of auxiliary piano masters and doctors for thousands of years. How could you be a mere little girl slandered me! "

Mu Yan shook his head: "I have no grudges and no grudges with you Mulege. What are you doing when you question and slander you?"

Yashuang said angrily: "Shameless bitch, do you still want to argue? It's not about questioning and slandering, what are you doing just now?"

Mu Yan chuckled: "Of course I am fulfilling the duties of a doctor. Mu Lege is unique in the world and has been high for thousands of years. Do you really think that his medical skills are invincible in the world and can ignore the life and death of patients and only focus on his own glory?"

"Random!!" Yayun shouted angrily, and the anger in her eyes could no longer be concealed, "Okay, since you say you are a doctor, then I want to see how you want to cure this meridian atrophy!"

Mu Yan nodded and said, "Okay! I'm also a musician. I don't have any useful instruments at hand. Why not lend your guzheng to use it?"

As she said that, she had already walked to Yashuang's phoenix head guzheng, and gently plucked her slender fingers on the strings.

The smooth music immediately brushed across the void, shocking everyone's panic spirit.

Yashuang was so angry that she reached out to grab the weapon in Qiankun bag, but Yayun held it down.

"Don't worry, this guzheng is your master. She can't even exert 70% of the power of her phoenix head guzheng. I want to see how she wants to cure her illness."

After hearing this, Yashuang gritted her teeth and gave up.

On the other hand, Mu Yan gradually became familiar with the playing of the guzheng.

The musical sound that was originally stumbled and harsh became melodious and melodious.

Soon, the pure spiritual power rushed towards Lin Shaocong like a gurgling stream.

As the saying goes, an expert will know whether there is any one who knows music.

As soon as Mu Yan's smooth music was played, Yayun and others changed their faces.

What a powerful spiritual sense, so mellow spiritual power.

Yashuang's phoenix-headed guzheng has seventy-two strings, which is a rare ninth-grade spiritual weapon in the world.

The music played by each string can attach the spiritual power of the monk, converting it into energy for assistance, attack, or healing.
Chapter completed!