Holy disciple!

Yan family!

For Jiangcheng people, each is a giant.

Especially the disciples of the saints, one of the two holy places for the healers, a disciple who walks out casually has a strong influence.

"Meet Senior!"

The heads of the hospital showed shocked expressions. They hesitated for a moment and shouted respectfully.

No way, the influence of the saint disciples in the medical world is too strong, so powerful that even if they are a dean, they must be careful when facing the saint disciples.

This is the power of the saint disciple.

"Yan Zhongyuan!"

On the side, Xue Lao, Duan Lao, and other ancient martial artists around them, their eyes fell on the middle-aged person beside the saint's disciple.

The burly figure, the hair and the shawl, looked a little different, but none of the ancient martial artists present dared to look down upon him.

Yan family, Yan Zhongyuan, no matter which name can be used to power Jiangcheng.

Duan Lao clenched his fists tightly, staring at Yan Zhongyuan with some hatred in his eyes.

But his eyes were full of weakness.

Yan family, too strong!

Yan Zhongyuan's reputation is too strong.

Old Xue's expression kept changing, and finally took a deep breath and didn't speak any more.

All the Guwu masters did not speak.

The emaciated middle-aged waved his hands proudly when he saw the shock of the surrounding people and the respectful appearance of the deans.

"Yan family, saint disciple!"

Wang Xian looked at Yan Zhongyuan and the middle-aged man, his eyes sparkling.

Yan Zhongyuan and the middle-aged disciple of the saint stared at Wang Xian with disdain in their eyes.

"What a big name, saint disciple, Yan family, haha!"

Wang Xian's face was plain and looked at them with some mockery.

"Yes, such a big name." Next to him, Old Qin glanced at a few deans, calmly said, and said slowly.

Several hospital directors fear the influence of the saint’s disciples.

The Guwu family feared the strength of the Yan family.

But they are not afraid of the Qin family, the ancient martial artist is very powerful, but you are still under the control of the state, even the innate strong cannot do whatever they want.

The Qin family, as a family with a deep background in Jiangcheng, he is not afraid of the Guwu family.

Of course, the Qin family will never provoke those powerful Guwu families, and it will not do them any good.

The middle-aged disciple of the saint and Yan Zhongyuan glanced at Old Qin, did not speak, and they did not fear the Qin family.

"My Fang Huazi heard that there is a little genius doctor here, so I want to see it and discuss it by the way."

"I saw the plaque of this medical hall again, and I felt something was wrong. I think the medical hall should be renamed as Xiao Chong Medical Hall. Ha ha, this is more appropriate!"

The saint disciple Fang Huazi smiled, watching Wang Xian speak slowly.

Wang Xian sneered when he heard what he said, "Isn't it right that I think your name Fang Huazi is inappropriate, can I call you Huazi?"

"Asshole, keep your mouth clean. Today your medical hall is open. Our saint disciples come to kick the hall. If you lose, you will break the plaque and close the door. If you are not as capable as others, don’t come out ashamed. !"

As soon as Wang Xian finished speaking, the young man on the side jumped out, pointed at him and shouted.

"The saint disciples come to kick the pavilion, this...this is a big trouble."

"Hey, I didn't expect this young man to provoke the saint's disciple. We can't manage this matter."

"Looking at the face of Old Qin, let's just watch it from the sidelines!"

Next to him, several deans talked with a little embarrassed face in a low voice.

If it weren't for Qin's face, several of them would definitely stand beside the saint's disciples.

The shadow of the tree of the name of the person, the words of the saint disciple, are a big mountain here.

They are also biased towards the disciples of the saint.

If it wasn't for Qin's relationship, they even came out to accuse Wang Xian and please the disciples of the saint.

Although the discussions of several deans were small, Wang Xian could still hear them clearly.

He frowned slightly, looked at the gloomy Fang Huazi, his heart moved, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "Kick the hall? Haha, okay, since I kick the hall, then if I lose, I will break the plaque and close the door. "

"But in this case, is it meaningless?"

As Wang Xian said, slowly walked to Fang Huazi's body, looked at him lightly and said.

"What? You still want to raise!" Fang Huazi looked at Wang Xian, with a hint of mockery on his face.

"You come to kick the stadium, I will decide the rules, I lose, close the door, besides, bet on a pair of arms, losers, discard!"

Wang Xian stretched out his arm toward Fang Huazi with a smile, looking at him with scorching eyes.

Wang Xian will not be defeated, even if he is a dying person, he can consume dragon energy to continue his life, and consume dragon energy at most.

If you consume some dragon energy, you can abolish this Fang Huazi now. A little dragon energy is nothing.

Everyone was stunned by Wang Xian's words, and even Fang Huazi frowned.

"Just taking your life is not worth my master's arm." The boy on the side sullenly stared at Wang Xian and shouted.

"To shut up."

Wang Xian gave a cold sigh towards the young man. He slowly sat on a side chair and looked at them leisurely: "Isn't the saint disciple very good? Don't you dare not even this bet, right? Don’t use your arms to speak noblely. If you dare, you dare, if you don’t dare, you will all come to kick the hall. You won’t be so persuaded!"

"Do you know that you are looking for death!" Fang Huazi stared at Wang Xian coldly.

"Fool, I don't have time to play with you? Since I came to kick the gym, I will play the big ones. If you dare to get out of me, and say I am looking for death? Are you so much **** bullshit?"

Wang Xian stood up directly and said coldly to Fang Huazi.

"Hiss~"

The deans of the surrounding hospitals took a breath, and they stared at Wang Xian in amazement.

There is kind, too kind!

If the disciple of the saint came here to provoke and kick the pavilion, then Wang Xian was directly persecuting.

Competing medical skills against a saint disciple, I don't know whether it is courage or real strength.

But anyway, Wang Xian's courage has already oppressed the saint's disciple.

Even Yan Zhongyuan frowned and stared at Wang Xian suspiciously.

Xue Lao Qin Lao on the side clenched his fists and watched quietly.

"Since you want to die, don't blame me, compete with me in medical skills, no one can save you today!" Fang Huazi stared at Wang Xian tightly.

He was very angry about Wang Xian's challenge.

He was confident that the boy in front of him was definitely not his opponent, but he was annoyed at the strength of the opponent.

He should be strong.

"Well, since you agree, then we will start."

Wang Xian smiled: "All the people present will testify, the medical skills competition, the loser will abolish his arms, I think as a saint disciple, I should not be scumbags, otherwise, the whole saint disciple will be ashamed!"

"You will know soon, the fate of offending me!"

Fang Huazi twisted his palm, and the silver needles flashed on it, exuding cold light: "Wait a while, we will abolish your arm by ourselves!"