Hearing the old man's words, Ye Haochuan dared not hesitate at all and quickly handed the Fang Tian Hua Ji on it.

The old man looked at Fang Tian's painting halberd, and his already cold face suddenly became even more ugly.

"This kind of fake immortal-level garbage product also needs to be taken by Xiao? Tang Yucheng, are you trying to insult me, right?"

The old man threw the Fang Tian Hua Ji back and stared at Tang Yucheng and said viciously.

Tang Yucheng felt so distressed. He recognized Ye Haochuan as a late-stage master of the True Immortality. How could he know that this guy would use a fake immortal-level weapon?

But even if he knows, he can only come to find this old man

There is no way, the only old man who can easily see the weapon refiner is. Other unfamiliar weapon refiners will probably have to queue up for three days.

"Grandpa Xiao, just help me. Big brother's weapon is very important to him!" Tang Xun'er begged for mercy.

This time, the old man was unmoved at all and his voice was slightly cold: "Xun'er, although your Grandpa Xiao has declined over the years, he has not yet fallen to the level of repairing garbage for others. Grandpa can promise you other things, but this one is absolutely not possible!"

Seeing that the old man was extremely determined, Ye Haochuan's heart completely sank.

He actually understood the old man's mood. In the eyes of a weapon refiner, the pseudo-immortal magic weapon is not considered profound. Refining it feels like a waste of time, let alone a waste of time to repair it?

However, his feelings for Fang Tianhuaji cannot be described as a simple level. This is his partner, and he must repair it no matter what.

Just as he was thinking hard about how to convince the old man to help him repair it, he suddenly heard a loud voice coming from a distance: "Brother Xiao is doing well, is it the right time for me to come?"

When the old man heard this, he couldn't hide his joy on his face and laughed loudly in the direction where the sound came, "Brother Fang, you're here. You don't know that I've been so uncomfortable these days!"

While speaking, the speaker had approached.

Hey, he is an acquaintance!

Ye Haochuan couldn't help but be surprised and stepped forward and said, "Senior Fang, long time no see!"

That's right, this person is Fang Yue who has fought with him.

"Brother Ye, why are you here?" Fang Yue was immediately surprised when he saw Ye Haochuan.

"My weapon is broken, and I'm asking Senior Xiao for help!" Ye Haochuan said with a wry smile.

"You know each other?" the old man said in surprise.

Fang Yue recalled the old man's temper a little, and roughly guessed what happened. He smiled happily: "I really know Brother Xiao, can you help him for my sake?"

The old man was slightly stunned, then grinned and said, "Since it is a familiarity between Brother Fang, it is naturally not a problem!"

While speaking, the old man took over the Fang Tian painting halberd handed over by Ye Haochuan and walked into the dilapidated stone house with Fang Yue.

It seems that no matter where you go, your connections are the basis for getting twice the result with half the effort!

Ye Haochuan couldn't help but sigh and followed him in.

This time, the old man did not drive them out.

The furnishings in the door are simple, a shabby wooden table, a huge kiln, and nothing else.

The old man and Fang Yue entered another room together, which looked like the old man's bedroom.

Fang Yue is a medical practitioner. Combined with the old man’s conversation just now, it is not difficult to infer what the two of them are doing in the house.

Soon, the old man suddenly heard a hoarse voice in the room with a hint of unwillingness: "Is there really no way?"

Fang Yue sighed heavily and said, "I have indeed tried my best. But brother, your illness has become too deep in your heart. I am so helpless!"

The room was quiet for a while, and the atmosphere was obviously very low.

"Well, I've been able to live these years, so I'll die if I die!" After a long time, I heard the old man's powerless lament. The already old voice gave people a feeling of twilight.

The house was not very soundproof, so Ye Haochuan naturally heard the sound inside the house.

He gently pushed open the wooden door that was so worn out that it was not even a chain, and whispered: "Or, let me try it!"

"You? A little brat can do medical skills. Don't worry, since I promised to repair your weapons, I will not go back on my word. Don't be too careful to make a show!"

The old man's voice was a little angry, obviously thinking that Ye Haochuan didn't take his illness seriously.

Fang Yue frowned slightly. If another young man said this, he would definitely be furious and scolded the man in a slightest manner.

But this person is Ye Haochuan. How dare he underestimate the person who has easily defeated him in alchemy?

"He is also a medical practitioner, and he has achieved some success. Why don't you let him try it!" Fang Yue advised.

"Brother Fang, are you kidding. This little brat hasn't grown all the hair yet. Even if he has learned some medical skills, can he be better than you, Brother Fang?"

The old man was a little confused about why Fang Yue said such a ridiculous thing.

Fang Yue smiled ashamed and said, "His medical skills should be above me!"

Without too much explanation, with his status, he naturally would not take out his defeat and say it everywhere. It is already quite difficult to be able to say this.

The old man saw that Fang Yue didn't seem to be a fraud. Although he had doubts in his heart, he didn't say anything else.

If it were the usual, Ye Haochuan would definitely not treat him with medical skills, but since Fang Yue supported him like this, if he suddenly disappeared, wouldn’t Fang Yue be embarrassed?

Besides, although this old man's mouth is a little poisonous, it is not bad. Just because of his goodness to Tang Xun'er, Ye Haochuan cannot let him hang up easily.

Ye Haochuan called the old man's pulse, and Long Yuanhua Qi ran in the old man's body for a week, instantly understanding the old man's condition.

When a monk gets sick, he has the same effect as an ordinary person. However, ordinary people are caused by viruses and bacteria, while monks are invaded by various demonic energy.

But he didn't expect that the old man was invaded by the Red Evil Demonic energy, just like Ye Hongmao.

The Red Demonic Aura is really not something that is easy to encounter. It is even harder to find than all the treasures of heaven and earth. It is really strange that the two of them are invaded by the same kind of demonic aura.

However, Ye Haochuan did not ask questions. Qixi's needle came out of his hand and pierced into the old man's dry body one by one.

The old man's body had more red evil spirits than Ye Hongmao. It was only because of his profound strength that he had persisted longer than Ye Hongmao.

However, this is not a big deal. The super-effectiveness of Qixi acupuncture in treating diseases is simply customized for the demonic energy. When the demonic energy comes into contact with Qixi acupuncture, it immediately retreats quickly as if seeing a beast in prehistoric.

"What material is your needle made of? It actually has such a effect?" Fang Yue asked with hope.

Fang Yue's medical skills are pretty good, but he has never had much of a solution to the demonic energy. No wonder he loses his composure.

"This is passed down by my master. As for what material is made of, I really don't know!" Ye Haochuan was timid.

He didn't look too highly of Qixijian at first, but these two experiences of treating the disease told him that the things passed down by the Medicine King are really not ordinary!

(End of this chapter)

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