Invincible Dragon Cultivation System

Saint disciple!

Yan family!

For Jiangcheng people, each is a giant.

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

"Meet seniors!"

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

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

This is the power of the saint's disciple.

"Yan Zhongyuan!"

On the side, Xue Lao, Duan Lao, and other ancient martial artists around them looked at the middle-aged next to the saint's disciple.

The burly figure, the hair and the shawl, looked a bit strange, 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 powerlessness.

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, seeing the shock of the people around and the respectful appearance of the deans.

"Yan family, saint disciple!"

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

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

"What a big name, disciple of the saint, Yan family, ha ha!"

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 country, even if you are an innate strong person, you can't do whatever you 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 that 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 and watched 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 to be embarrassed. !"

As soon as Wang Xian finished speaking, the young man on the side jumped out and 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 control this matter."

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

Next to him, several deans exchanged softly with embarrassed faces.

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, and the words of the disciple of the saint, among them is a big mountain.

Their hearts are also biased towards the disciples of the saints.

If it weren'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? Ha ha, okay, since I kicked 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, he walked slowly to Fang Huazi's body, looked at him faintly 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 gym, 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 towards Fang Huazi with a smile on his face, 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, even Fang Huazi frowned.

"Just taking your life is not worth my master's arm." The young man 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 powerful? You can't even dare to bet this? Don’t use your arms to speak noble, dare to dare, if you dare not dare, 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, Laozi doesn't have time to play with you? Since he came to kick the gym, he will play the big ones. If you dare to get out of me, and say I am looking for death? Do you have so much fucking bullshit in kicking the gym?"

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 astonishment.

There is a kind, so there is a kind!

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

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

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

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 closely.

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 by the strength of the opponent.

It is him who should be strong.

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

Wang Xian smiled: "It is up to everyone present to testify, the medical skills competition, the loser abolishes his arms, I think as a saint disciple, I should not fall back on the account, otherwise, the whole saint disciple will be ashamed!"

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

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

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