Xianhong Road

Chapter 158 The Perfect Body
"Father, will Yaoshi Yang be in danger?"

The little princess looked at Yang Fan and the dangerous person Wushuang who were whispering over there, feeling a little uneasy.She doesn't have a deep friendship with Yang Fan, but the other party is the key figure in curing the second sister's strange disease.

Yu Wenlie focused on adjusting his breath, his eyes still had the same divine light, sharp as a sword, as if they could penetrate people's hearts.

He glanced over there lightly, and found that Yang Fan was calm and composed, discussing something with Wushuang, with a smile and anticipation in his expression.

"Don't worry, Yaoshi Yang will be fine. In comparison, Wushuang may be more dangerous..."

Yu Wenlie thought of Yang Fan's confrontation with Dr. Lu in the side hall before, and he couldn't help but make up his mind: With Wushuang's severe injury at the moment, if he becomes an enemy with Yang Fan, he probably won't get well.

"That's good, the father must have sent someone to protect him in secret."

The little princess breathed a sigh of relief, then pouted her mouth, and looked at Wushuang angrily: "What is this guy, he came to the palace to make trouble half a year ago, and almost bullied the second sister, and now he came to the palace to make trouble at the dinner party .Father, you must find a way to teach her a lesson..."

"Shut up!" Yu Wenlie glared at her fiercely: "You, a girl, will never get involved in these matters."

"It's the father..." The little princess didn't dare to say anything immediately, and with a look of grievance, she came to Yu Wenxin and wiped her tears: "Wuuuu...Father scolded me again!"

Yu Wenxin smiled lightly, held her hand, and comforted her: "Your father is in a bad mood now..."

"Father is not defeated..." the little princess complained.

Yu Wenxin sighed lightly and did not speak. How could the battle between Wushuang and Yu Wenlie be so simple on the surface?
"Okay, that's it!"

At this moment, on the other side, Yang Fan and Wushuang seemed to have reached an agreement, their eyes met, and the invisible divine light seemed to spark sparks in the void.

Seeing this scene, Yan Wang Yu Wenlie's eyes showed a strange color, and he didn't know what the hell these two were doing.

"Come on, you heal my wound!" Wushuang said lightly, "This injury is the most serious since I came to Kyoto. Under normal circumstances, I'm afraid I'll have to lie down for a month...cough cough!"

At the end, he rubbed his chest and coughed twice, spit out another mouthful of blood, and his complexion turned pale again.

Yang Fan put his hands on his shoulders and began to heal Wushuang, saying calmly, "Your skill is not as deep as that of King Yan, so the injury you suffered is more serious."

Upon hearing this, Wushuang remained silent, as if acquiescing to Yang Fan's evaluation.

"Hey... your body... is so perfect!"

After Yang Fan's Xianhong Jue mana entered Wushuang's body, he couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

Since he should practice medicine, he has treated countless people, and he has a very good understanding of the human body mechanism.

However, it was the first time he had seen such a perfect body as Wushuang.

His body proportions, bone structure, muscle distribution, blood flow, heart beating, etc., have all reached an incredible level.

With Wushuang's body, even without any mana or true energy, he is still a very qualified fighter.

In other words, this is a body made for fighting.

Facing Yang Fan's strange gaze, Wushuang's indifferent eyes flashed a wave, and said lightly: "How do you know how my body is made?"

"Refined?" Yang Fan was slightly taken aback, and said in surprise, "Isn't your physical body born with you?"

The body is determined at birth, just like innate talent or spiritual roots, the transformation of the day after tomorrow is limited after all.

"My body, without any talent, should have been very ordinary, no better than any mortal..." Wushuang pursed his lips slightly, as if a little proud, "But... after 17 years of hard work, I have Let it reach the level of perfect symmetry. With the same strength, my punch is somewhat more powerful than others."

When Yang Fan heard this, he was even more shocked. Wushuang's body was really cultivated the day after tomorrow, and it was after 17 years of hard work.

Huh!No... 17 years?

"How old are you today?" Yang Fan suddenly asked curiously.

"16 years old." Wushuang said without thinking.

"Then why is it 17 years? Could it be that you are..."

Yang Fan was startled, and looked at Wushuang with strange eyes.

"That's right." There was a rare smile on Wushuang's face: "I started to transform this body when I was in the womb, and this is the result of today!"

"You are Duo..." Yang Fan lowered his voice, "Duoshe?"

"No." Wushuang shook his head: "Don't ask me about this, I knew the truth from my mother's womb, and this only proves——I'm a genius!"

I am a genius!
"This guy is too arrogant..." Yang Fan was even more speechless.

"Of course, if you're interested, I can tell you this set of formulas, but it's a pity that you can't start practicing in the womb, hehe..."

Wushuang seemed to have no fear or precautions.

Yang Fan was healing his wounds, and he felt that his cultivation level had been improved, which was very refreshing.

"What? Are you really willing to tell me such a set of precious formulas?"

Yang Fan showed a look of astonishment, such a formula is simply unheard of.

"The premise is that you can defeat me...hahaha!" Wushuang raised his head and laughed loudly. After calming down, he said again: "However, I feel that if you want to defeat me, it will be very difficult..."

"Difficult?"

Yang Fan was a bit unconvinced when he heard this, but as a pharmacist at the moment, he took "saving the dying and healing the wounded" as his duty, so he didn't bother to fight this lunatic.

While the two were talking without any grievances, Prince Yan's mansion had already returned to calm, and under the arrangement of the manager, the guests dispersed one after another.

Because Wushuang's injury was relatively serious, it took Yang Fan half an hour to heal most of it.

Yan Wang Yu Wenlie watched the situation here from a distance, and his face became even more gloomy.

"Hmph! This Yaoshi Yang is really hateful, he actually went to heal Wu Shuang!"

The little princess said angrily, feeling very upset.

Yu Wenlie was just silent, his face was very ugly.

"Yue'er, I can't blame anyone, he is still a free pharmacist, he has not joined any forces, besides, he is my savior..."

Yu Wenxin sighed quietly, persuading him.

The little princess snorted softly and said, "Second Sister has some truths, but when I saw him treating Wushuang, I was just upset!"

"Haha... It's almost there. It's too fast for you to heal the disease. The so-called three great doctors in Kyoto, their medical skills are probably not as good as yours."

Wushuang asked Yang Fan to stop, and he stretched his muscles and bones on the spot. He was very satisfied and praised Yang Fan's medical skills.

Yang Fan smiled without saying a word, but his heart was filled with excitement. Just half an hour of healing had greatly improved his cultivation, which was equivalent to half a year of regular practice.

(Second update arrives.)
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