Chen Feiyu asked again: "Then let me ask you again, are the methods for treating 'medicinal poison' in your paper universal?"

"No...no." Wu Shenghui suddenly realized something, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Even among the ghost doctor sect, only a few true disciples are qualified to learn the "Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect", so naturally there are very few people who know how to resolve the "medicinal poison".

"Since medicinal poisons are not common, and the solution written in your answer is also not universal..." Chen Feiyu mocked: "Then you use this to accuse me, it seems unjustifiable, right?"

Wu Shenghui's face suddenly turned pale as dirt. Chen Feiyu used his spear and shield to attack him. He didn't know how to refute at all.

At this time, Wu Linjiang said seriously: "That's enough. The competition is just a competition. Chen Feiyu's 'Baoling Pill' can cure the 'medicine poison', which means that Chen Feiyu has passed the test. Wu Shenghui, if you win, you will win, and if you lose, you will lose. I declare that this

You were eliminated from the game."

Wu Shenghui's face turned pale and uglier, and he felt like crying without tears. If he had known that Chen Feiyu was so good at refining medicine, he would not have jumped out to challenge Chen Feiyu and made a bet with Chen Feiyu. Now, instead of winning the championship of the Chinese Medicine Competition, he is now one of the four seed players.

The first person to be eliminated was completely embarrassed!

As he regretted it, deep reluctance and deep anger surged in his heart. Even the eyes he looked at Chen Feiyu were filled with deep-seated hatred.

"Okay, let's continue the competition." Wu Zhengfei coughed twice and asked the spectators to disperse around, then said seriously: "In the next round, it is very likely that the winner of the traditional Chinese medicine competition will be directly determined, and during the competition

It will also be very dangerous, and someone may die tragically on the spot, so I advise you to abstain in time if you are not sure, it is important to save your own life."

Everyone around them didn't expect it to be so dangerous, and they suddenly exclaimed. At the same time, they heard that the champion would be decided, and their hearts were full of expectations.

The much-anticipated Traditional Chinese Medicine Competition is gradually coming to an end!

Wu Zhengfei gave a few instructions to the disciples next to him. Soon, everyone saw only a dozen Wu family disciples placing one life-size bronze figure after another in the wide square. Each bronze figure had a different posture.

There are also meridian lines drawn on the body.

After a visual inspection, everyone found that there were a total of 20 bronze figures in the square, divided into 4 rows, with 5 figures in each row. In the middle of each bronze figure, there was a table, and on the table, there was a handful of silver needles.

A wine flask and a wine glass.

Everyone was talking about it. Could it be that the content of this round had a lot to do with these bronze men?

Even Wu Ruojun and Wu Mingjiang showed curious eyes.

Soon, they knew the answer.

"The content of this competition is to identify acupuncture points with silver needles." Wu Zhengfei walked up to the bronze man, glanced at Chen Feiyu first, and then took the microphone and said loudly: "There are a total of 20 bronze men here, and there are 20 bronze men here.

Different meridians are drawn, but the acupuncture points are not marked.

Each of you four contestants has a corresponding 5 bronze figures, and all you need to do is to use silver needles to prick all the acupuncture points that the meridian lines pass through as quickly as possible. In the end, who can prick them accurately?

Whoever has the most acupuncture points and the best result will be the winner of this round."

This is a bronze man, with copper skin and iron bones all over his body. If you want to pierce the bronze man's body with a fragile silver needle, you must have the support of a very deep martial arts practice. It can be said that this competition is a battle between medicine and martial arts.

A double test, but for Chen Feiyu, Wu Ruojun and others, this test is not difficult at all, let alone dangerous.

Everyone was stunned at first, then confused, and started talking one after another.

In the crowd, Hong Yiling was surprised and said: "It's difficult to use silver needles to penetrate the acupuncture points of the Bronze Man, but Feiyu is so powerful that it's certainly not a problem with just 5 bronze men. It's just... I just agreed to compete before.

The process is full of dangers, even life-threatening, so why...why is it not at all the same as promised?"

"The rules of the competition can never be that simple." Jiang Meng shook his head and said, "Let's just keep reading."

Sure enough, Wu Zhengfei waved his hand, and after the voices of discussion around him disappeared, he continued with a smile: "Everyone, every bronze figure here has a mechanism inside it. When the silver needle is inserted into the correct acupuncture point, the mechanism will be triggered.
Chapter completed!