Chapter 1121 Fate Gate Point

"Calm down, there is still a chance..." Park Zhixiong tried to comfort himself. There are many acupoints in the human body, and their functions are very different. However, it is still very difficult to completely lose the ability to resist by hitting one acupoint.

As long as the next shot is taken down, the follow-up can be counterattacked.

"Ready?" Seeing Pu Zhixiong's uncertain expression, Liu Lang sneered.

"Come on!" Park Zhixiong clenched his fists.

Liu Lang didn't move forward at all, and with a wave of his hand, he threw out the only silver needle left in his hand.

Pu Zhixiong squinted his eyes in fright, and then quickly searched on his body. After searching for a long time, he didn't find the silver needle. He burst out laughing immediately, "I'm not very good at learning art, yet I still dare to play with flying acupuncture points, I'm really laughing to death!"

Li Mengdong and the others also looked confused.

Liu Lang threw out fifty silver needles in one go just now, and the needles hit the corresponding acupuncture points, but now, there is only one needle, and he missed it. onto people.

The straight-line distance between Liu Lang and Park Zhixiong is only two or three meters. Even those who have never practiced at such a distance can easily throw it on Park Zhixiong.

"Teacher, the needle, the needle is on your back..." At this moment, Feng Jingbin's weak voice sounded.

"What?" After being reminded, Park Zhixiong also felt a little pain in his back.

He wanted to swipe and pull it with his hand, but suddenly felt that his limbs became weak in an instant.

"Needle, what acupuncture point is the needle on?" Pu Zhixiong asked tremblingly.

"It seems to be, Ming, Mingmen acupoint!" Feng Jingbin replied hesitantly.

The Mingmen point is between the spinous processes of the second lumbar vertebra and the third lumbar vertebra. It belongs to the Governor Vessel. After being pierced by silver needles, it will impact the spine breaker, which may cause paraplegia.

"Mingmen, but why are my hands weak..." Pu Zhixiong couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground.

"Teacher, teacher!" Feng Jingbin quickly pulled out the needle on Park Zhixiong's back, then called his subordinates, and turned Park Zhixiong over.

Pu Zhixiong's lips were purple and blue, and his limbs fell to the ground limply.

"It's not rude to come and go,

You had three injections just now, and I will only return you one injection, but the effect is the same. "Liu Lang looked down at Park Zhixiong on the ground, and said expressionlessly.

Liu Lang didn't want to kill Pu Zhixiong. With so many people watching, it would be very troublesome to kill him, but just now, Pu Zhixiong wanted to disable his limbs with three needles, and he would not give up just now.

Liu Lang also wanted limbs.

In fact, a single Mingmen acupoint would at most destroy Pu Zhixiong's lower limbs. However, Liu Lang's silver needle carried a trace of real energy. When the meridian reached Pu Zhixiong's upper limbs, he moved his upper limbs, so that Pu Zhixiong felt that his arms were also weak.

As for why the silver needle stuck in Pu Zhixiong's back, it is even simpler. With Liu Lang's current cultivation base, let alone turning a silver needle around a corner, even if it is turned a hundred times on the spot, it is still a problem. Easy as pie.

"Teacher, can you still get up?" Feng Jingbin asked in a crying voice.

Park Zhixiong shook his head feebly.

"Liu Lang!" Feng Jingbin raised his head and looked at Liu Lang bitterly.

"As a qualified disciple, it's time to avenge my master. Come on, let's compete again. I'll give you three needles too." Liu Lang pointed at Feng Jingbin and said.

Feng Jingbin, who was originally filled with righteous indignation, froze instantly.

Pu Zhixiong was his teacher, and he competed with Liu Lang. Liu Lang conceded three shots and lost all of them. Isn't he courting death by going up?

"Withdraw, withdraw!" Feng Jingbin hurriedly greeted his subordinates and lifted Park Zhixiong up. He fled out of the box in embarrassment.

The two cameras carrying cameras must also be withdrawn.

"Leave the cameras, you two!" Liu Lang pointed at the two cameras.

The two cameras hesitated for a while.

With a thought, Liu Lang added two more silver needles, "You also want to learn from the H country stick, paralyzed?"

Seeing the silver needle in Liu Lang's hand, the two cameras shrank their necks in fright.

"Mr. Liu, we also don't want to do things for the sticks of country H, but there are old people in the family and young children. If we leave the cameras here, we will lose our jobs." One of the cameras said in embarrassment.

He and his companions are both from China. Seeing Park Zhixiong come over to challenge Li Mengdong, a master of traditional Chinese medicine, he was actually very upset, but in order to live, he had to accept such a job.

"Can take pictures..." Liu Lang thought for a while and asked, "Do you know Liu's Media?"

"I know, I know!" The two nodded repeatedly. Liu's Media has sprung up recently. They are engaged in videography, and they are considered half of the entertainment industry. How could they not know about it.

"Take my business card and go to Wen Kai, the general manager of Liu's Media, and ask him to arrange for you to work on the set. Just tell me what I said." Liu Lang took out a business card and threw it to the two of them.

"Join the crew to work?" The two suddenly became ecstatic.

Their current job is to shoot some promotional videos, advertisements and the like, and they can't use their fists at all. It is their biggest dream to be in the crew to shoot movies and TV series.

The two threw down the camera, thanked Lian Sheng, and ran away with their business cards.

Liu Lang took out the memory card from the camera and handed it to Yu Fan, "After dinner, post the video just now on the Internet."

"Yes, we must post it on the Internet, and give those H country guys a good slap in the face!" Those masters of Chinese medicine immediately reacted, and said very relieved.

Park Zhixiong and Feng Jingbin came with cameras, their intention was obvious, they wanted to take pictures of their victory, and then spread it, belittle Huaxia's traditional Chinese medicine, and advocate the so-called H medicine.

Now, it happens to treat the person in the same way as the person.

"Liu Lang, your performance today is really amazing!" Li Mengdong sighed.

"That's right, I've lived to be more than sixty years old, and this is the first time I've seen someone use a silver needle to such a proficient level!" A master of traditional Chinese medicine next to Li Mengdong also sighed repeatedly.

"By the way, Master Liu, how did you let the silver needle fly to the back of H country's stick?" Someone also raised a question.

"This will involve another skill of our Chinese traditional Chinese medicine, and that is martial arts!" Liu Lang laughed.

"Martial arts? It turns out that Master Liu is still a master of martial arts! We really opened our eyes." Everyone praised.

While Liu Lang was chatting with a group of Chinese medicine masters, Feng Jingbin had already carried Pu Zhixiong out of the hotel. At this moment, his mobile phone suddenly remembered.

Seeing that it was a call from home, Feng Jingbin answered it impatiently, "What are you doing?"

"Your grandfather is not in good condition, you should hurry to the hospital!" A hurried voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What?" Feng Jingbin was stunned. His grandfather was seriously ill and had been in the intensive care unit of the hospital. This time, Park Zhixiong came to China to challenge Li Mengdong and to treat his grandfather.

However, with Park Zhixiong's current situation, can he still use his pulse to diagnose a disease?