At Qishan Military District Hospital, Yang Yi was lying on the white bed. Long Yue stood beside the bed, staring at Yang Yi's face with a cold look, without saying a word, just staring at him.

Yang Yi was uncomfortable when Long Yue looked at him and asked, "Captain Long Yue, can you stop staring at me?"

Long Yue's face turned cold and said lightly: "Why do you want to lie to me?"

"How could I lie to you?"

Hearing Yang Yi's words, no matter how calm Long Yue was, she could not help but feel anger on her beautiful face: "You said, you have only practiced some Chinese martial arts!"

"I really don't practice much Chinese martial arts compared to my time studying medicine. How can this be considered a lie to you? Captain Long Yue, for this, are you staring at me for ten minutes? You don't blink your eyes." Yang Yi said helplessly.

Long Yue took a deep breath, suppressed the irritation, and turned back to the cold and cold look of the sky falling, and then asked again: "Then why can you take Tian Lang's killing move? I have never heard of what method you used."

This question is what Long Yue is most curious about. Tian Lang's accumulated tens of strength and his punch from the dark energy, even her, the master of the peak of the dark energy, had no confidence in taking it.

"Sorry, I can't say this." Yang Yi shook his head.

Long Yue glanced at Yang Yi and did not ask again. In fact, the question just now was because she was too curious and couldn't help asking. With her personality, she naturally would not be entangled again and again.

"I'll go and see Tian Lang." Long Yue walked out.

Yang Yi lay on the bed, and then practiced with his eyes closed in his arms.

"Before reaching the early stage of foundation building, the spiritual power in my body seems to be of little use in battle. However, it can make my physical strength extremely long, and it seems to have a good effect when used to repair injuries and nourish the body."

Yang Yi thought this way, urging the spiritual fetus in the Dantian Qi Sea to release a wisp of spiritual energy and wandering along the injured bones, tendons, and muscles in his body. Under the nourishment of spiritual power, Yang Yi only felt a sense of comfort, and at the same time, there was a little itchy feeling in his body, and he was immediately surprised.

"This spiritual power is used to repair injuries, and the effect is better than I thought!" Yang Yi couldn't help but exclaim, "No wonder the biocide needle can nourish the body and inhibit various viruses through spiritual power. My injury originally took at least two or three weeks to completely heal. Now it seems that at most three days is enough."

"Well, while repairing the injuries and practicing, the spiritual fetus can only be completely milky white and reach the early stage of foundation building." Yang Yi thought to himself, "Once the initial stage of building, the spiritual power will be released like the internal power of ancient martial arts. However, spiritual power is many times stronger than the internal power of ancient martial arts, and it is far beyond the internal power of ancient martial arts in terms of energy form. I wonder if it can be used to display the unique skills of my Yang family?"

For example, if the "bone-bone-scattering" can be used to induce it, the body will not be damaged. In addition, the Yang family has many other ancient martial arts skills, which are extremely powerful.

Moreover, when the spiritual power reaches the foundation-building stage, it is considered to have officially entered the threshold of a cultivator, and you will be able to use magical methods of cultivating - talismans!

"Blood coagulation talisman! I wonder how magical the tale, a method that belongs to myths and legends, will be?" Yang Yi thought of this, and suddenly felt excited in his heart and looked forward to it.

I have practiced for a long time.

Suddenly, the door of the room opened with a "creaking" and Yang Yi suddenly woke up from his cultivation.

"Lin Fan, how are you injured?" An old voice came. Yang Yi looked up and saw that it was Mr. Li Hongji. Behind him, there was Old Long sitting in a wheelchair. The person pushing the wheelchair was Wu Zhiming, the commander of the military region.

Yang Yi quickly sat up halfway. I have to say that the effect of spiritual power repairing injuries is amazing. After a while, Yang Yi found that he was much healed, and it was not as painful as before. It seemed that it didn't take three days at all. I'm afraid that it would be completely healed in one night!

This is because Yang Yi did not even reach the early stage of foundation building, and healing his injuries could have such a miraculous speed. If he reached the early stage of foundation building and his spiritual power became more refined, he would definitely heal faster when he repaired the injuries.

"Senior Li, why are you here?" Yang Yi asked in surprise.

"Haha, I heard that you and that boy Tian Lang were injured and came to take a look." Mr. Li Hongji said, walking to the hospital bed, grabbed Yang Yi's wrist and took his pulse.

About a few dozen seconds later, Mr. Li said in surprise: "Hey, you don't seem to be hurt much?"

After saying that, he turned to look at Wu Zhiming and frowned and said, "Didn't you say that Lin Fan was also seriously injured? Why did you say that Hetian Lang's incompetent boy both suffered losses? I think this is just a fool of me, the old man!"

"Why, do you think Tian Lang is my disciple. The person who will lose to Lin Fan in the battle will be lost. I want to comfort me with this kind of lie that both sides are hurt, so that I will not be so ugly in my face?"

After taking Yang Yi's pulse, Mr. Li Hongji observed Yang Yi's expression, state, and spirit. He found that Yang Yi had basically no problem except for the shock of qi and blood. He immediately looked unhappy. He especially disliked such old-fashioned figures. Therefore, every year during the holidays, many officials from Qingyun Province would mostly be turned away by him.

Especially Wu Zhiming was still a soldier, which made Li Hongji even more repulsive.

"Ah? This is what the doctor told me. How dare I fool you?" Wu Zhiming smiled bitterly, feeling wronged. The doctor clearly said that Yang Yi was not hurt very much, but why did he become "not injured much" when he arrived at Mr. Li?

Only Yang Yi knew that he used his spiritual power to repair most of the obvious injuries, leaving only bones and other difficult injuries that were not healed, so if the surface diagnosis was made, there were not many problems.

Mr. Li Hongji ignored Wu Zhiming, turned to Yang Yi and changed to a smile, and said kindly: "Lin Fan, to be honest, I still don't know what your national martial arts foundation is. Do you think it's time to tell me?"

Yang Yi knew that Mr. Li would definitely ask about this matter, and then said, "Senior Li, I am now a little secretly powerful, and I can do more in the Baji, Xingyi, and Tai Chi, and I can barely be considered as entering the house."

When Mr. Li heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up. As he thought, Yang Yi was not only a medical genius, but also a peerless genius of national skills!

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Chapter completed!