It is impossible to describe the mood of summer at this time in words.

It hurts like a thousand cuts. This move in the night is even more cruel than killing people.

They didn't deal with Xia Tian, ​​nor even Zhou Wanqiu.

Instead, he directly asked his child Zhou Xiaocao to do something. This was just a little girl over five years old.

Anyone who has become a parent should know how important the child is to his parents.

Even if you have a common typhoid cold on weekdays, it is enough to make your parents worry about their stomachs and not worry about food and food.

What's more, Zhou Xiaocao's current situation is like a living dead person.

Even through one night of research in Xiatian, he was almost certain that although Zhou Xiaocao was unable to move all over now, he was like a dead person.

But she has her own consciousness.

In other words, she is not a real vegetable, and her feelings are still there, so Zhou Xiaocao must be suffering tremendous pain at this time.

Thinking of this, Xia Tian felt weak all over.

Such a powerful Lord of the Heavenly King Hall was caught by someone's weakness.

If Xia Tian couldn't find a way to save Zhou Xiaocao, then he was destined to continue to fall and sink like he is now.

In this way, the Lord of the Heavenly King Hall will be considered aborted.

However, just when Xia Tian felt like she was desperate, a breeze came outside the window.

Xia Tian’s consciousness suddenly became a little blurred.

He suddenly fell into a very strange state, like a half-dream and half-awake state.

Xia Tian couldn't even tell whether this was reality or not.

A voice sounded in his ears, familiar and unfamiliar.

"Little guy, such a small thing will make you stump?"

Xia Tian turned his head suddenly and saw an old man with disheveled face standing next to him.

The old man had white hair and beards, his body was worn in a torn manner, and he held a stick in his hand, but the wine gourd hanging around his waist was clean.

"Master!"

Xia Tian stood up with excitement on his face.

This old man is nothing but Xia Tian’s master, the old beggar who helped him achieve success and taught him all his skills.

What's strange is that Chen Dali was still staying outside the door at this time.

And this is the eighth floor, and I don’t know how the old beggar came here.

Or, now summer is actually dreaming.

"Master, save my daughter."

Xia Tian knelt on the ground with a thud.

"You, I can't even worry about it now."

"I told you a long time ago that I teach you your skills, and your main focus should not be on martial arts."

“It’s medical skills.”

"Look at you, you just don't listen. Now you know the importance of what I said?"

"How many times have you used the Bian Que magic needle in the past few years? How many have you studied the acupuncture method of Bian Que's seventy-two needles?"

"If you study these seventy-two needles thoroughly, and all the power in the world is in my hands, how can you work hard to work hard?"

After saying that, the old beggar waved his sleeves and four silver needles were already trapped in his hands.

"Boy, I will only use the Youlong Traction Needle among the 72 needles. You can see clearly by opening your eyes."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old beggar had already thrown out his finger and shot four silver needles into one of Zhou Xiaocao's acupoints.

Then he grabbed it casually, and there were four more, and four more...

The silver needles next to them were captured one after another by the old beggar, and then they were stabbed into Zhou Xiaocao's acupoints continuously.

The techniques are dazzling and eye-opening.

The puncture of each acupoint has a fixed order, and the depth is different. Even the number of turns to be rotated after the puncture is completely different.
Chapter completed!