"I can."

Hanhan's words were very calm, he said.

"Wu Po, are you bringing these people to my master for medical treatment?" The young man in white raised his eyebrows, obviously very puzzled: "I'll kill my master's place?"

Shang Yin didn't expect that Hanhan could actually save Shang Tianzheng.

"This brother, don't be impatient. This is my friend. He does have some tricks. It's me who seeks medical treatment and he walks with me." Shang Yin quickly explained.

After all, the person in front of him is also treating Shang Tianzheng wholeheartedly.

"I don't understand medical skills, but I can untie the curse and poison in front of me." Hanhan said again.

Shang Yin knew that this was possible.

Hanhan comes from the barbarians, and the curse and poison on Shang Tianzheng's body also comes from the barbarians. Maybe it is because of his bloodline.

"If you can really untie it, no matter what the request is, I can agree to you." The boy in white obviously didn't believe it.

"Brother, do you take this seriously?" Shang Yin's heart moved.

"This is natural." The young man in white vowed: "But I have a requirement that he must untie the curse in front of us."

"Yes." Hanhan nodded.

Almost because of the movement outside, a middle-aged man from the wooden pavilion in the deep corner also came out.

He was dressed in a gray cloth dress and looked gentle, kind-hearted and handsome.

"Wu Po has met Doctor Zhang."

When Shang Yin and others saw the middle-aged man, they couldn't help but bow quickly.

"No need to be polite. Zhang Ting, the world is so great that there are many things that cannot be cured by teachers. Many of the difficult and complicated diseases can be solved by strange people and strange things. Even if we specialize in medical skills, our abilities are always limited." Zhang Xinjing patted his shoulder, then turned around and walked towards the wooden pavilion.

Those disciples who supported Shang Tianzheng took him to the wooden pavilion.

Shang Tianzheng lost consciousness and sat cross-legged in the center of the wooden pavilion.

Zhang Xinjing sat in his seat and said, "This brother, you can start."

He could see that silly and naive are different from ordinary people.

He looked very young, but he gave him a sense of vicissitudes of life.

"Doctor Zhang, what is this person's identity? Can you give him the best treatment for him?" Shang Yin also wanted to figure out the relationship.

"He doesn't have much background, he just has a close relationship with his old friends back then. I admire his character, that's all." Zhang Xinjing smiled.

"So that's it." Shang Yin nodded and said nothing.

"Doctor Zhang is not a stern heart. Some people outside the medical palace can do nothing." Wu Po said in the side.

"I understand, hanhan, be careful, this old man will ask you." Shang Yin said solemnly.

This is Shang Tianzheng, his grandfather.

"I know." Hanhan also guessed who this person was.

Shang Yin's incarnation power is the same as the old man in front of him.

He put his hands on Shang Tianzheng's shoulders, and the qi and blood in his body surged, causing the armor on his body to resonate with it.

A mysterious and mysterious force, in the dark, resonated with the poisonous curse in Shang Tianzheng's body, could clearly see that the black-line curse poisons climbing underground on his skin moved at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if awakened.

"The curse poison has been integrated with his life origin. If I extract it, it will probably damage his origin." Hanhan looked at Shang Yin.

"Doctor Zhang, do you think it is feasible?" Shang Yin looked at Zhang Xinjing.

"It's okay, it's better than death. I'll help him warm up and make up for the lost source." Zhang Xinjing could feel that the power mastered by Hanhan was very ancient.

The moment he hooked up his own blood, it seemed as if Hanhan was the source of the spell.

"Then I'll do it." Hanhan kept piercing Shang Tianzheng's back.

As the qi and blood in his body moved, a thin black blood was drawn out, filled with the power of curse poison.

"Everyone is far away. These poisonous curses are in his body and are integrated with the origin of their power. Now they have grown to an unimaginable level. If you are not careful, you may be affected." Hanhan bit his fingertips and could see that the small strip of black blood was pulled out, which actually merged into his body along his index finger.

His face was a little painful.

"What's the solution?" Zhang Ting couldn't help but change his expression, thinking that Hanhan is desperate?

"... Refining cursives and turning poison into poison, carrying them with your body, refining thousands of poisons with blood, and turning them into thousands of poisons." Zhang Xinjing looked shocked, knowing that Han Han must be a top expert in casting poisonous curse.

He took out a blood-colored pill, which had a pure texture and was breathing a huge life.

While Han Han untied the curse for Shang Tianzheng, he let it hold it in his mouth.

Shang Yin could see that the power of the blood-colored pill gradually changed and merged into his limbs and bones.

If you don’t do this, Shang Tianzheng’s physical body may not be able to hold on.

Although Hanhan only leads out thin black blood, the original power of life covered is extremely strong.

Even ten feet away, Shang Yin could feel that it was not only the power of the poisonous curse, but also the pressure of the thunder magic, which was so stunning.

Hanhan is always suffering from the rampant curse and thunder magic in the black blood.

He knew very well that this was Shang Yin's closest relative and he would never be misunderstood.

If you are not suppressed by the Seiji Lock, you will naturally be able to bear it easily. Nowadays, it is quite difficult for Hanhan.

In just less than an hour, Hanhan was already sweating profusely.

On weekdays, Hanhan fights with others in close combat, and his body is strong, like an invincible god of war.

But it is unusual to solve this poison curse.

It is directly carried and refined through his body. It is conceivable how much pain Shang Tianzheng has suffered over the years before he can persevere to this day.

"The pattern scriptures practiced by Shang Tianzheng are extraordinary and have a strong origin. They have coexisted with the curse and poison over the years, and the two have been incompatible with each other. Now the bloodline power in his body is beyond the reach of a human being. The brother in front of him seems to have never practiced, but his physical strength is extremely powerful, which is really amazing." Zhang Xinjing naturally practiced medicine throughout his life and has seen countless strange people, but this is the first time he has like Hanhan.

"Hanhan, if you can't hold on, don't force it too much." Shang Yin was a little worried.

"To me, this pain is nothing." On Hanhan's forehead, sweat as big as beans seeped down, and the armor on his body trembled slightly.

Shang Yin drew his eyes and knew that he could see that part of the power was borne by his naive body.

Some of them were absorbed by the armor on his body. His qi and blood were surging like a sea, and he was always catching the power of the armor for his own use.

Shang Tianzheng's original face was extremely pale, and his skin was covered with black curse poison. You could see that the black runes had dissipated a little, and his complexion was much better.

However, it will take a long time to completely eliminate it.

"If you do this, you may be able to lose your life?" Zhang Ting didn't expect that Hanhan would use this method and feel extremely complicated.
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