The ruthless verdict sounded again, and Zhang Shuitian's failure once again gave a wake-up call to all the contestants.

This Yaowangtang competition, the selection of the youngest and best Chinese medicine king, is much more cruel than in previous years!

Almost everyone's strength is equal. The key test is precisely the details that they usually overlook.

Here, most of the TCM physicians, they are in famous families, and generally the patients who seek medical treatment take the initiative to come to them, which naturally develops them into a tsundere character.

I don't love to match patients, anyway, I don't have to worry about eating and drinking.

"Next!"

At the same time that Gu Tianjiao, the king of medicine, shouted out the next one, Zhang San, the king of broken veins, shook his head helplessly, he really didn't teach his son well, he was too lucky, but he hurt them...... Readers, if you have children in the future, you must not pet them.

This time it was Wang Xiaomin from Shenzhenmen.

Wang Xiaomin is a daughter's family, so she is naturally more cautious, and she is humble and handles everything very well.

A few simple magic needles not only bring the patient to the effect of eliminating the disease, but also reflect her medical ethics!

……

More than half an hour passed......

Each of the four major families of traditional Chinese medicine sent four groups of personal disciples to compete, two sons and two disciples of the King of Broken Pulses. Only one son was left to break through, and the others were all defeated.

The Holy Hand is in trouble, just because the name has 'woe', so the road is not smooth, the more unsmooth, the more depressed the disciples of the guide, and they are all defeated after not long......

On the side of the Divine Needle King, Wang Xiaomin is left alone to support the scene, and the only place is reserved for Lin Zifeng, but it is a pity that he will delay the future, as long as Wang Xiaomin does not lose, they will have the opportunity to continue to challenge, once Wang Xiaomin is defeated and no one comes to take over, this game will be considered a loss.

On the side of Gu Tianjiao, the medicine king, Gu Yimeng was left, and no one else participated, and with the strength of Gu Yimeng alone, he defeated many medical powerhouses from other families!

"I lost."

Finally, Wang Xiaomin's unwilling voice came out, as if these three words were almost suppressed and squeezed out between her teeth.

Wang Chongyang's eyes jumped, and his tense heart was still broken.

Fell softly on the chair with relief, although he guessed this ending, but he didn't expect that even the top two didn't survive.

Now, there are only two people left on the scene, Gu Yimeng and Zhang Yunfeng, the son of the King of Broken Veins, and there is still a quota for the Divine Needle Gate, but unfortunately Lin Zifeng has not appeared for a long time, and that quota will soon be canceled.

"Miss Wang, I agreed!" Zhang Yunfeng arched his hand, and Ling Li's eyes crossed a hint of luck.

"If you lose, you lose, and I can't help if your skills are not as good as others."

Wang Xiaomin shook his head.

What they're competing for now is no longer the basics of what they used to be. Instead, he performed his medical skills on a patient at the same time, and when he performed it, he couldn't hurt the patient because he was in a hurry.

See who can cure the sick with their own stunts.

The most important thing is that he is treating patients openly, but secretly he is fighting the same way.

This kind of superb medical fighting skills is definitely not something that ordinary people can play.

"There is still a place for the Divine Needle Gate, I don't know who will participate?"

At this time, Zhang Sanmad, the king of broken veins, stood on the podium and loudly reprimanded Wang Chongyang.

The audience who originally supported the Divine Needle Gate also began to lose their last patience with the Divine Needle......

"Hey, the heir of the skin touching method didn't come, and the Divine Needle Gate must have lost today. Even the youngest and promising Wang Xiaomin was defeated, what kind of appearance does the magic needle have? ”

"Yes, I was originally quite optimistic about the new young genius medical king of the Divine Needle Gate this time, it seems that it is just a legend. It seems that the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. ”

"The Divine Needle King is completely a piece of, bragging goods, and I have always supported the Divine Needle King."

“……”

Wang Xiaomin's defeat, for a while, most of the people in the audience were already disappointed in Wang Chongyang. All kinds of mockery and sighs continued, as if the signboard of the Divine Needle King had lost its former brilliance in their eyes.

The disdain and ridicule from around made Wang Xiaomin's heart feel as if he had been stabbed by something, and it hurt very much......

"Hey......"

Wang Chongyang also sighed helplessly, and his feelings were extremely lost.

"I wonder if there are any other people who have come out to challenge the Divine Needle Gate?"

At this time, the Broken Vein King Zhang Sanmad once again raised his sharp voice and shouted.

His son is already sitting in the second place, and the first let that Gu Yimeng sit, he doesn't care, after all, the first two are already very good.

The position of the king of medicine is difficult to be shaken, after all, no matter what disease anyone has now, it is inseparable from medicine......

"We recognize ......"

All the mean, disappointed, ridiculed, and expectant eyes fell on Wang Chongyang alone, and he felt a lot of pressure, as if those eyes were pressing him like tall and insurmountable mountains.

He suddenly felt that he saw that the title of Divine Needle King was about to disappear from Zhonghai City in the near future.

Because the King of Broken Veins has replaced the second, he is the number one in Zhonghai City. If he can be benevolent, maybe he will not fall very miserably, but the reality is like this, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, who can know the progress of things?

"Father!"

Wang Xiaomin's eyes lit up excitedly, and he wanted to persuade his father to wait a little longer.

However, Wang Chongyang already knew that Lin Zifeng would not come, so he shook his head and signaled her not to insist anymore.

Wang Xiaomin understood his father's mind very well, and he also looked lost and depressed.

The string was loosened in my heart.

"I don't know if there will be anyone in the Divine Needle Gate who will continue to participate in the game!"

At this time, Zhang Sanmad asked loudly again. He was already impatient, and he sneered in his heart.

In the audience, some of them were fans of the Divine Needle King, and all eyes were on Wang Chongyang's body, clenching their fists tightly, both men and women, their faces were full of anticipation...... It's a pity that Wang Chongyang's last sigh was judged like a ruthless terminator.

"I throw in the towel......"

The three words of difficulty were knocked down coldly and ruthlessly!

"Boom la la ......"

The audience was boiling and in a commotion.

Zhang Sanmad's eyes were full of excitement, as if he had taken a life tonic pill, and he was about to laugh out loud......

Suddenly!

"Master, you are just admitting defeat on behalf of yourself, but you are not admitting defeat on behalf of our Shenain Gate."

At this moment, a loud and high-pitched voice swept from the sky.

"Boom ......"

Wang Chongyang and Wang Xiaomin's eyes widened at the same time, their hearts were like a bomb had exploded, and the person they were most looking forward to finally appeared!!

"It's him! It's him! He appeared! ”

Wang Xiaomin was so excited that tears even flowed down, and the momentary despair was brought in at once.

And Wang Chongyang was also so excited that he burst into tears, looking around, desperately looking for the source of the sound.

However, there was an extremely regular sound of footsteps outside the gate.

When everyone turned their eyes to the man, everyone, including the people from the four major Chinese medicine families, was shocked.

I saw that Lin Zifeng was dressed in a black classical robe, wearing half a mask on his face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he walked step by step like a leisurely stroll......

Immediately, his footsteps stopped, the corners of his cold mouth slightly hooked up a wicked smile, and he bent over with an apologetic face: "I'm really sorry to keep everyone waiting......

(Today is in good shape, and the fourth watch is over.) Thank you to the brothers and sisters who rewarded today, if you have enough time, there will be another chapter tonight)