My Mobile Phone Connects To Another World

Chapter 167 Yin-Yang Holy Hand

"Sword Intent takes shape, you are no longer inferior to your master back then."

The old man blocked Qin Hao's sword with one palm. Although the words he spoke were words of praise, Qin Hao was not very happy when he heard them.

This is a sword he has newly realized. It attaches itself to everything in the world with sword intent, and everything can be used as a sword.

Qin Hao tapped his toes and turned into a rainbow, almost becoming one with the Zhanlu Sword in his hand, stabbing the old man's palm.

Accompanied by peach blossoms all over the sky, they seemed to condense into a pair of wings behind him, pushing him forward and giving him more powerful power.

The Zhanlu Sword is deep and deep, with only the tip of the sword showing a hint of cold light.

This cold light pierced directly into the true energy in front of the old man's palm. The three inches of void in front of the old man's palm seemed to be a piece of extremely thick glass, with cracks appearing.

That was the crack caused by the tip of Qin Hao's sword piercing the extremely condensed true energy, but Qin Hao's sword only ended there.

He was unwilling to give in, and his inner thoughts were changing rapidly. He stamped his foot, causing gravel on the ground to fly. The muscles on the arm holding the sword twisted like a dragon. As he roared, the tip of the sword stabbed in again. Into an inch.

The old man's calm face finally changed.

"What a good boy, with a fifth-level cultivation, he is the only one in the world who has such fighting power."

Qin Hao had put all his strength into this sword, including his sword intention, physical strength, and divine soul strength, but it still only penetrated one more inch.

The old man's eyes suddenly focused, and his true energy surged out visibly to the naked eye, instantly hitting Qin Hao like a beast.

Under this force, Qin Hao jumped into the air and flew backwards behind him.

At this moment, Qin Hao threw out the Zhanlu Sword in his hand, and the sword flew towards the old man like a stream of light.

The old man smiled slightly, and was about to admire his ability to adapt quickly, but his expression suddenly changed, and an extremely shocking power suddenly burst out from his body.

It turned out that behind him, a dexterous and elegant long sword stabbed him out of nowhere. Obviously, Zhan Lu in front of him was just a bait, and the sword behind him was the real killing move.

But even so, the old man was still unscathed. The Shenyou Sword failed to pierce his body-protecting Qi at all, but was intercepted by the old man and held in his hand.

"What a good boy, you use your god to control the sword. Such a powerful killing move, I almost got hit by you."

Qin Hao, who fell to the ground, laughed and then fainted.

Yunling stood up suddenly, looked at her grandfather complainingly and said:

"Grandpa, why did you hit him so hard?"

After saying that, he hurriedly ran towards Qin Hao.

The old man looked innocent and said:

"No...this kid is seeking his own death. What does it have to do with me? He doesn't have enough soul to force himself to wield a sword. He deserves it."

Yunling glared over, and the old man quickly lowered his head and said nothing.

Yunling opened Qin Hao's eyes, felt for his pulse, and said anxiously:

"Grandpa, his soul is injured again. Come and show him quickly."

The old man gave a faint "hmm" and then walked over slowly with his hands behind his back.

Seeing how unhurried and unhurried Yunling was, she immediately pursed her lips and wanted to cry to him. The old man quickly ran a few steps:

"Oh oh oh, it's coming, it's coming, I can't die."

After saying that, the old man raised his hand and waved, and three silver needles appeared out of nowhere, suspended in the air, shining with a faint silver light.

The old man stretched out his fingers casually, like a band conductor, and slid them gently, and the three silver needles pierced Qin Hao's head one after another, with varying depths and angles.

After applying the injection, the old man snapped his fingers and hooked his fingers. In the morning, the dewdrops attached to the peach blossom petals flew up one by one and gradually gathered in the palm of the old man's hand, forming a water ball the size of an egg.

On the peach blossom tree, the peach blossom in full bloom dropped three petals.

Between the green mountains in the distance, there are two wisps of heaven and earth energy invisible to the naked eye floating from the sunny south and the shady north.

The old man asked Yunling to blow on the water balloon in his hand again.

"Forty ounces of Meng Chun's morning dew, three petals of peach blossoms in full bloom, two strands of yin and yang vitality from the mountains and rivers, plus a breath of fairy energy from my precious granddaughter, haha, the elixir is complete."

As he spoke, the ball of water in the old man's hand gradually shrank, and finally turned into a small translucent bead.

Yunling looked at the pill pill in the old man's hand curiously and asked:

"Grandpa, what kind of elixir is this? Why haven't I seen you practice it before?"

The old man held the elixir and said with a smile:

"This is the... uh... Awakening Pill that I condensed from the power of heaven and earth, the essence of plants and trees. It can help this kid recover his soul."

Yunling quickly took the elixir, pinched open Qin Hao's mouth and threw it in directly.

After feeding the elixir, he clapped his hands and said:

"Grandpa, please stop bragging. Isn't it just refreshing peach blossom dew, and you use so many fancy tricks."

The old man smiled awkwardly, extended his thumb and praised:

"As expected of the granddaughter of my Medical Immortal, she is truly worthy of being taught the truth."

But Yunling didn't even look at him. She focused all her attention on Qin Hao. The old man looked at him and wished he could give Qin Hao another slap.

About ten minutes later, Qin Hao slowly opened his eyes. What was different from the past was that this time Qin Hao did not feel the tearing headache, but just felt a little dizzy.

His mind started to work a little, and the remaining feeling of drowsiness completely disappeared.

He knew that the old man must have taken action to treat him, otherwise he would not have been able to recover so quickly on his own.

"Qin Hao, you're awake, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Yunling's soft voice sounded in her ears.

Qin Hao shook his head.

"Thank you Ling'er, I don't feel uncomfortable anymore."

"I saved you, why are you thanking her?"

Qin Hao quickly stood up and thanked the old man:

"Thank you, senior."

The old man nodded casually, turned around and stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly:

Your cultivation level is too low. It is best not to use moves like the Divine Sword until you reach the ninth level. Otherwise, sooner or later, your soul will be unable to bear it and break. By then, But it’s really hard to save the immortal. "

Qin Hao nodded and thanked:

"Thank you, senior, for the tip."

The old man looked Qin Hao up and down, sighed and said:

"Your master and I have been friends for hundreds of years. If it hadn't been for him in the past, I would have been gone long ago. Since you came to my Medicine Valley by chance, I naturally can't say nothing. You have been taught by your master all the way through martial arts. I won’t add any more to your sword skills. I have an acupuncture technique used by fellow medical and martial arts practitioners. It’s called Yin Yang Nine Needles. I’ll pass it on to you. In the future, when you travel around the world, you can use it to save people or kill people. Get on."

After hearing this, Qin Hao looked at the old man in shock and asked:

"Nine needles of yin and yang? Could it be that the senior is the medical celestial being known as the sage hand of yin and yang?"

The old man smiled and said:

"You do have some knowledge."

"It was my master who once told this junior that he was seriously injured and dying once when he was young, and it was the senior medical immortal who pulled him back from hell."

"Master also said that the medical skills of our predecessors are unparalleled in ancient times, and the unique skills of the Nine Yin and Yang Needles can even cut off life and death. It is said that under the Nine Yin Needles, there will be no life for ten deaths. When the Nine Needles of Yang appear, the King of Hell will also retreat, saying that you are this He is one of the few people in the world whom he admires."

The old man smiled unconsciously while stroking his beard. Even he couldn't help but feel proud from the bottom of his heart when he heard Canyi Sword God praise him like this.

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