I used to practice for several days but had no effect. Today, I just had a physical pain and unexpectedly broke through a small realm. It was really a surprise for Han Ming.

The unexpected breakthrough doubled Han Ming's confidence in practicing. Without any stop, he started to continue practicing directly and wanted to consolidate his cultivation. Otherwise, the cultivation level that he had finally broken through suddenly fell back, and then he would be in tears.

When Ping'er saw Han Ming closing his eyes, she thought that the pain just now made him exhausted, so she didn't bother him, but sat quietly aside and let Han Ming close his eyes and rest.

Ping'er looked at Han Ming with a closed eye, with a little apology in her eyes. She felt that Han Ming had become like this because she forgot to feed the medicine. Although Han Ming said she would not complain, she was still a little guilty and a little nervous.

Han Ming closed his eyes and did not move. Ping'er could sit and watch him at first, but as she sat, a sense of fatigue surged up, and she lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

About half an hour later, Han Ming had already opened most of his meridians, but at this time he stopped practicing because he knew that the effect of Ma Fei San was about to pass.

Han Ming looked around and saw Ping'er lying in front of the bed, her delicate nose was slightly wrinkled, and a long saliva hung on her small lips. Seeing this scene, he was speechless. His initial impression of Ping'er was a quiet lady from a family, but he didn't expect that she was so nervous. If she hadn't remembered, she might have forgotten to feed the medicine again.

Han Ming was about to wake up Ping'er, but not long ago, the matter of breaking through the second level of his martial arts suddenly appeared in his heart. After a moment of thinking, he silently swallowed what he wanted to say back to his stomach, and then closed his eyes with a solemn face.

Han Ming adjusted his spirit to an excited state and prepared to deal with the pain after Mafeisan failed soon.

Without Han Ming's expectations, soon after, Ma Fei San completely failed, the pain in his whole body began to worsen, his face gradually turned red, his eyes began to congestion, and his whole body began to tremble continuously.

Although the pain was still sore and numb, itchy, but it was much lighter than the previous one. Han Ming clenched his teeth hard, for fear of biting off his tongue inadvertently.

Han Ming tried hard to calm down and began to madly operate the Wuming oral phlegm. The cool gas in his body quickly moved around the world, constantly unblocking his meridians.

I don’t know how long it took, Ping'er woke up from a deep sleep. She was sleepy but was so scared that Han Ming, who was sitting on the bed.

"Miss is awake and she is sleeping soundly?" Han Ming looked at the beautiful girl in front of him with a smile.

In fact, Han Ming was speechless now. He was worried that the girl would wake up when the pain came, but later the girl's performance really subverted her image in Han Ming's heart. I don't know how this girl slept. She first drooled, then grinded her teeth, and then talked in a sleep, and there was no sign of being woken up at all.

"Ah! How could you sit up?" Ping'er covered her cherry mouth with her hands, as if she had seen something extremely incredible.

"Isn't the young lady sleeping so sweetly that I can't wake up any more, and Mafei San has failed again. My whole body is in pain, so I have to try to get up and take medicine." Han Ming couldn't help but make a joke when he saw Ping'er's cute look.

"Ah, ah, I forgot again, I'll feed you now." Ping'er turned around in a hurry and broke another small teacup in a hurry.

Han Ming couldn't help laughing when he saw Ping'er's appearance. Ping'er is such a wonderful girl. "No need for a young lady, I don't have to hurt anymore." Han Ming called Ping'er.

Ping'er was stunned when she heard this. She turned her head and looked at the boy sitting on the bed and smiling at her. Then Ping'er asked in a daze and said to herself: "What's going on? What did you have? Didn't Mr. Hua say that she would have to lie down for one day?"

Han Ming smiled and said, "I don't know what's going on. After a night of sleep, I can get up. It doesn't hurt much!"

Ping'er frowned, and then felt something was wrong, afraid that something would go wrong with Han Ming's body. She suddenly remembered that she had heard that the return to life before she died was like this. She looked half dead a quarter of an hour ago, but she was full of energy in the next quarter of an hour and could not feel the pain.

"Maybe I forgot to feed him Mafei San, his condition worsened and he was about to die." Ping'er thought silently in her heart.

Ping'er became more and more afraid of it, until her face turned pale and her tears couldn't help but shed. She turned around and lifted the curtain of the carriage and ran out of the carriage. She thought about it in her heart and went to invite Mr. Hua. If she had time, she might save the life of the dying young man.

Seeing that Ping'er's face turned pale, Han Ming got out of the car crying, and couldn't help but feel a little confused. Could it be that he had said something wrong and scared Ping'er! But after thinking about it carefully, he didn't say anything wrong! He couldn't help but wonder.

Sitting in the carriage and wondering for a while, Han Ming shook his head, which was still a little painful, and he couldn't help but remember what happened when he just opened his meridians.

Most of the pain in his body came from a cold and obscure breath in his meridians. After he drove the cool gas in his body to clear the breath, more than 90% of the pain in his body disappeared, and his body could move.

However, his cool gas did not increase much. After a while of thinking, Han Ming understood a little that the breakthrough not long ago might be just an accident and had nothing to do with his own pain.

After Han Ming opened his meridians, he tried to sit up slowly. He peeked at Ping'er's cute appearance after sleeping, and regarded it as a relaxation after a pain. But he never expected that Ping'er would be scared to tears for no reason after waking up, and ran away without looking back.

After Ping'er left, Han Ming originally planned to continue meditating and practicing, but when he thought about it, he still wanted to get up and go out for a walk. First, after the meridians were opened, he felt hungry in his abdomen, he wanted to go out to find something to eat, and second, he wanted to further understand the environment he was in, otherwise it would be bad if he was sold to a black mine.

Han Mingfang was about to stand up before he unexpectedly realized that some parts of his body were stiff. When he looked closely, he showed that many extremely thin silver needles were inserted into his body. Most of these silver needles were left only outside the skin, which was difficult to see with naked eyes. He had been inconvenient to move, so he had never seen that there were many silver needles on his body.

Han Ming frowned and thought to himself that these fine acupuncture were probably the masterpieces of Mr. Hua, because he had long heard that medical skills were performed by acupuncture.

Han Ming tried to slowly pull out one of the fine needles, but the needle seemed to grow in flesh. With a little force, he was grinned by his painful teeth.

Han Ming felt that if he really wanted to pull out the needle hard, the flesh and blood around the needle would inevitably be torn off. Han Ming tried other needles again, and now all needles are like this, connected to the flesh and blood.

Han Ming tried again, but in the end he gave up the idea of ​​removing the needle. However, he was not too worried. The needle was probably inserted by Mr. Hua, and Mr. Hua should be able to remove the needle!

In the end, Han Ming threw away his dream of going out for a walk. It was really hard to run around with many needles inserted on him. If a silver needle moved and inserted into his internal organs, he would have no place to cry.

Seeing that Han Ming could not do anything, he simply started practicing again.

After a while, Han Ming heard footsteps outside the carriage. He quickly retracted his skills, calmed his breath in his body, pretending to be nothing, and sat quietly in the carriage.

Han Ming never thought of telling anyone about the secret of his cultivation of the nameless magic formula. Although he was young, he still knew the principle of guilt for possessing a treasure.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Ping'er seemed extremely anxious. She was afraid that the young man would die if he couldn't wait for Mr. Hua to treat him.

Mr. Hua seemed to be rushing and walked in slowly, bent down and walked in slowly. His calmness formed a sharp contrast with Ping'er's panic expression afterwards.

When Ping'er saw Han Ming still sitting leisurely on the small bed, she couldn't help but look stunned and stood there in a daze. She didn't know what to do, which was very similar to Han Ming's shyness when he recovered.

Mr. Hua sat down slowly, slowly grabbed Han Ming's wrist, closed his eyes slightly, and his head began to sway like Wang Xiucai.

"How strange, how come it is? This Poison Emperor grass is really weird!" Old Hua gently withdrew his hand and stroked the snow-white beard on his chest.

"Old Hua, I wonder if the boy's poison has been completely eliminated?" Han Ming looked at Old Hua with hope in his eyes.

"You kid is in good health and recovered earlier than I expected. I'll help you remove the needle now." Old Hua looked at Han Ming with a smile, with love in his eyes, as if he saw a very beautiful object.

Mr. Hua pinched Han Ming's wrist with his right hand, then slowly closed his eyes. Mr. Hua held his wrist. Han Ming felt that his whole body was warm and quite comfortable.

Something that shocked Han Ming happened. The thin needles on his body moved on their own, as if there was an invisible hand pulling them out on each thin needle!

Mr. Hua gently slapped, and all the fine needles flew out of his body. Mr. Hua gently waved his hand, and all the fine needles were grabbed in his palm.

Han Ming and Ping'er were a little stunned. No one expected that Mr. Hua had the ability to be almost magical.

After taking the needle, Mr. Hua looked at Han Ming with a smile, with a little weirdness in his eyes, and then said meaningfully: "Boy, old man, I saved your life, do you want to repay me?"

Han Ming looked at Mr. Hua with a little unnatural expression. He recalled in his heart that his elder brother said that some men were as good as Long Yang and did not like women and men. At first he didn't believe it, but now when he saw Mr. Hua, he looked at him like he saw a pervert and a beautiful woman. He couldn't help but become nervous.

If Mr. Hua knew that Han Ming had the same thoughts in his little head, he would probably vomit three liters of old blood immediately.

"Old Hua cannot repay his life-saving grace. If Han Ming becomes successful in the future, he will definitely repay him well." Han Ming planned to get away with it first, and then talk about what happened in the future. At worst, he would leave.

"Haha, how can I repay you? Let's talk about it later!" Mr. Hua didn't seem to care much about Han Ming's answer, but he looked at Han Ming with great meaning and turned around and left.

When Mr. Hua left, he instructed Ping'er to prepare some food for Han Ming and take good care of Han Ming, so that he could completely return to normal before the convoy arrived at Qingrong Mansion.

It's strange that after Han Ming's entire body was pulled out, a feeling of hunger surged like a tide, and his stomach was gulping without any competing.

Ping'er was relieved when she saw Han Ming's rumble. At this time, she heard Han Ming's stomach gushing, and her nervous mood completely relaxed and she couldn't help laughing. But as if she had remembered something, she immediately turned around and left the carriage.

When Ping'er came back, she held a lot of snacks and fruits in her hand and gently placed them in front of Han Ming.

"For, my life-long little brother, thank you for not complaining me." Ping'er smiled and touched Han Ming's head.

Han Ming hadn't eaten normal food for a long time. In the desert, he ate all the food he could eat and seemed to be able to eat. The appetite for those things was really not very good. Now Han Ming has never seen the food he brought to him, but it was also very delicious. He swallowed it almost without chewing it.

Seeing Han Ming's voracious look, Ping'er couldn't help but smile, then poured a cup of tea and handed it to Han Ming, and said with a smile: "Good brother, eat slowly, be careful to choke."

Han Ming's appetite was really big, and most of the food was eaten in a short while.

Ping'er looked at the gradually decreasing food on the plate, and looked at Han Ming with no sign of stopping. She chuckled and then quietly got off the carriage and prepared food again.

Shortly after Ping'er left, a young man came into the carriage.
Chapter completed!