"My son is gone, and my grandson is like this now. What else can you say?" Xing Zhennan was furious.

"If we hadn't been the strong support of our father and son back then, would you have been today?"

"Third Brother!" Mr. Wu quickly persuaded.

"Xiao Wu, there is nothing you have to do here!" Xing Zhennan cursed.

"The third brother, I teach Potian's Kung Fu. He is my best disciple. He is your son, but in my heart, he is also my son!" Liu Wentong said with a little choking.

"What I can tell you now is that Potian is not dead. He doesn't show up now, so there must be his reason!"

"He's better still alive, otherwise I'll never end with you!" Xing Zhennan really had a bad temper.

Liu Wentong ignored Xing Zhennan anymore, but walked to the bedside and looked at Xing Man, "I took him to visit an old Chinese doctor when he was a child! Xing Man's problem is not impossible to cure. It is said that in the Qing Dynasty, there was an imperial doctor who specially provided the royal family with medicinal materials for the care of the body in the palace, and he had a prescription for this aspect in his hand!"

"Where is that imperial doctor?" Xing Zhennan asked impatiently.

"In the coffin!" Old Man Wu said leisurely. Damn, how many years have passed? How could he still be alive? Is he dead?

"This imperial physician is indeed dead! But he left a prescription for his descendants that he had compiled and copied from the palace. More than ten years ago, I found his descendants, but unfortunately this prescription had been taken away by someone!"

"Didn't this mean I didn't say it?" Xing Zhennan cursed.

"No! Just a few years ago, I heard that this prescription was found out from a treasure!"

"Who is it?" Xing Nan asked with great concern.

"You should know his name. That is Ling Feng, the genius who was famous all over the country a few years ago!"

"The Ling Feng from Binhai?" Sure enough, they had heard of Ling Feng's name.

A genius has accomplished great achievements that no one else can do in just one or two years.

"It's him! Unfortunately, no one knows where he is now!" Liu Wentong shook his head.

"As long as he is still alive, I must find him!" Xing Zhennan said viciously. "If he dares not hand over the prescription to me, I will break his neck!"

"Who is in such a strong tone that I want to break my neck?" At this moment, a very sudden voice sounded from outside.

Tiemu, who was standing at the door, saw someone coming and stepped forward to stop him.

With one move, just one move, Tiemu retreated directly!

Just now, he used one move when he was serving a prison man. And the young man who uniformed him only used one move.

"Who are you?" Liu Wentong and the other two looked at him vigilantly.
Chapter completed!