Long Tianhao, on the other hand, frowned tightly. Even Hades and the Western Vatican were at a loss to deal with Chen Feiyu. Logically speaking, Chen Feiyu could not be defeated so easily. What trick was he playing?

In the field, Mu Ling was overjoyed: "So, apart from the fact that I'm about to have a stroke, I don't have any other terminal illness?"

"Of course not!" Long Hanqiu stood up again and said loudly: "Chen Feiyu lost. Come quickly and get some pens, inks, paper and inkstones. After Chen Feiyu writes out 'Nine Needles of Heaven's Movement' from memory, drive him away."

Go down to the Fairy Mountain!"

The many disciples of the Long family who were watching the battle suddenly responded and surrounded him like a tide, as if they were going to drive Chen Feiyu off Huaixian Mountain at the slightest disagreement.

This is the first time in the history of the competition between the four major families of the Ghost Doctor Sect that this kind of scene has appeared.

The atmosphere is tense and on the verge of breaking out!

"It's ridiculous, it's sad."

In front of everyone, Chen Feiyu shook his head and smiled, ignoring everyone around him.

Long Hanqiu sneered: "Chen Feiyu, you still want to be tough when you are about to die?"

"You have countless resources of the Long Family, a ghost doctor sect, and you should have superb medical skills, but you have made wrong diagnosis twice in a row. Do you think it's ridiculous or sad?" Chen Feiyu said with unabashed ridicule.

The expression on Long Hanqiu's face suddenly stiffened, and then he said angrily: "You said I was wrong?"

"Of course it's wrong, and it's so wrong!" Chen Feiyu raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you notice that the whites of Mu Ling's eyes were faintly glowing with a layer of cyan?"

"It's impossible, I've checked it with my own eyes..." Long Hanqiu immediately opened Mu Ling's upper eyelids, and was suddenly shocked. He took two steps back as if seeing a ghost, and exclaimed: "This... how is this possible?

"

Everyone suddenly looked surprised. Could it be that Chen Feiyu was right about Long Hanqiu's violent reaction?

An ominous premonition arose in the hearts of everyone in the Long family.

Feng Yuxuan lightly frowned, not even caring to continue to diagnose and treat the patient in front of her. She stood up and her silhouette flashed, bringing with it a gust of fragrant wind. She had already appeared in front of Mu Ling. She looked into Mu Ling's eyes and said in surprise: "

It is true that the eyes are blue, but this is not a sign of a stroke."

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar. So, Long Hanqiu was wrong?

Long Tianhao's brows furrowed even more tightly, and he was confused and puzzled. With Han Qiu's medical skills, he shouldn't have made such a mistake.

Chen Feiyu nodded to Feng Yuxuan, then looked at Long Hanqiu and said calmly: "What do you think? Are you convinced?"

"Impossible... I can't make such a small mistake. No, I have to check him again." Long Hanqiu immediately took a step forward and was about to take Mu Ling's pulse again.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of Long Hanqiu's eyes. Chen Feiyu had appeared in front of him, blocking the way. He immediately said angrily: "Chen Feiyu, what are you doing?"

Chen Feiyu said with a joking smile: "I gave you the last chance to take your pulse, but you didn't grasp it because you were not good at it, so you lost."

Long Hanqiu's face changed, and he said angrily: "No, I still lose. Unless you cure his disease, I won't lose!" "What's so difficult about curing him?" Chen Feiyu smiled confidently: "In medicine

In terms of field, I, Chen Feiyu, am not as vain as you, the third young master of the Long family."

"You..." Long Hanqiu was furious. He was about to curse when he suddenly realized that the situation was wrong. He quickly swallowed back what he said and said harshly: "Since you are so confident, what disease do you think Mu Ling has?"

In an instant, everyone looked at Chen Feiyu.
Chapter completed!