[3q Chinese    ]

The old man felt that the medicinal power was gathering all over his dantian, and suddenly felt that the dantian was warm. Then the old man's body suddenly burst out with crackling sounds like fried beans, and a lot of black impurities were discharged from the surface of his body.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, a trace of splendor flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at his body with his arms open, and said in disbelief: "I... I actually broke through!"

Zhang Haifeng was shocked and asked quickly: "Grandpa, have you broken through so much?"

"Yes." The old man nodded, then stepped on the ground barefoot, bowed deeply to Lin Fan, and said in a moving manner: "Master Lin, you not only helped me to remove the Gu, but also helped me to go further in the martial arts path. I am so grateful, I am so grateful!"

This time, Lin Fan was not pretentious. He knew that if he did not accept the old man's thanks, it would make the old man feel uneasy, so he accepted it openly and said softly: "Mr., you have been looking forward to internal energy for a long enough time. The foundation is definitely enough. It is just because you practice too late and your tendons and veins have been hardened. This Peiyuan Pill only helps you eliminate impurities and clear meridians, so breaking through is to sort out your growth."

Lin Fan said it was relaxed, but none of the people present thought it was an easy thing. It was just a small pill that could make people advance directly. What a miracle.

The three brothers of the Zhang family bowed deeply to the old man and said, "Congratulations to grandpa."

"Ha ha……"

Mr. Zhang was in a good mood. He stretched out his muscles and bones, and carefully felt the powerful energy in his body. He was very happy. If there weren't so many juniors on the scene, he would probably have roared to the sky.

Master Qijin, that is the master Qijin that can hurt people when picking flowers and leaves. He never dared to think about it before, and he never dreamed that he would reach this level one day.

Seeing that grandpa had returned to his former demeanor, the three brothers of the Zhang family almost cried with joy. God knows how they came here in the past six months.

The old man was the God of War in the Zhang family, and the pillar of the pillar. When the three brothers of the Zhang family were young, they followed him and often heard him telling passionate stories about joining the army on the battlefield. It can be said that the old man was not only their elders, but also their idols and heroes.

But since he was hit by the damn witchcraft, the old man's health has been getting worse. How can the people who were standing tall in the past be lying on the bed endure pain and hardship to survive? Now they have seen that their grandfather has returned to their former style and are even more than that. They are so happy.

Lin Fan seemed to think that the surprise was not big enough and released another bombshell: "Old man, the effect of this Peiyuan Pill has only exerted 70% to 80%. The remaining medicinal power will remain in your body, which can strengthen the body and delay aging."

"I dare not say too much, but it can also allow you to participate in Brother Zhang's twelfth birthday in a healthy way."

Hearing this, the scene suddenly became silent.

“What…what?”

Su Yu's chin was almost falling to the ground in surprise, and his body turned stiffly to look at Lin Fan. If he had known Mr. Zhang's body, he might have counted Su Yu except himself. He knew clearly that Mr. Zhang had reached the point where he had exhausted his energy. If he had not been hard-working with his martial arts skills, he would have gone far away. But what did Lin Fan say now? Celebrating the twelfth birthday of Haitian's child? He just learned that Lin Fan had helped Gu Meijuan cure his infertility disease. The child would have to be ten months old. Isn't this saying that Mr. Zhang could live another twelve or three years?

Mr. Zhang also looked at Lin Fan with horror. He is almost 100 years old this year, and living to this age is already very, very old. If he hadn't been concerned about his grandchildren, he would have given up resisting and following his ancestors. Now Lin Fan actually said that he could live for more than ten years. Although he has become very indifferent to his life and death at this age, he can live for a few more years and enjoy the joy of family. That is definitely a matter of no desire.

Mr. Zhang looked at Lin Fan excitedly and bowed and said, "My friend Lin Fan, I really don't know how to thank you."

Lin Fan held Mr. Zhang's hand and said jokingly: "Mr. Don't be more polite. I have heard enough thanks today. If you continue, your ears will probably be called up."

Hearing Lin Fan's words, Mr. Zhang nodded secretly. Although this boy is young, he is very capable and is even more rare. He is not arrogant, impetuous, crazy or arrogant.

"Woo...woo..."

At this time, a depressed cry came, and everyone couldn't help but turn around and look in the direction where the sound came. The butler Uncle Mo was sobbing with his head down and his tears were wiping his eyes.

Uncle Mo is an orphan picked up by Mr. Zhang from the battlefield. He didn't know that his name was just a jade pendant with the word "Mo". Mr. Zhang named him Mo Fusheng and kept it with him all the time. He treated him like his own flesh and blood, and was no worse than his three biological sons.

Mo Fusheng has been with the old man since he was sensible. He is not only grateful to the old man, but also affectionately. In Mo Fusheng's heart, the old man is like a father. When he saw that Mr. Zhang's health was getting worse, Mo Fusheng was suffering in his heart, and he wished he could endure the torture of the illness on behalf of the old man. Now that he saw that the old man finally recovered his health and reappeared his former style, he could no longer control his emotions and cried with joy.

"Xiao Sier, why are you crying?" Old Master Zhang looked at Uncle Mo and said furiously.

Mr. Zhang has three sons. He regards Uncle Mo as himself and as his son, so he always calls him Xiao Sier.

Uncle Mo raised his head, and was already full of tears. He even swallowed and said, "Master, I, I'm happy."

Zhang Haitian reached out and put his hand on Uncle Mo's shoulder and comforted softly: "Uncle Mo, this happy day should be laughing happily."

"I'm so old, I'm not as good as you juniors." Uncle Mo wiped his tears and his emotions calmed down a little.

Only then did Mr. Zhang notice that there were a lot of black impurities on his body, and it emitted an unpleasant smell. His face turned red and he said, "Tian'er, take everyone to the living room for a cup of tea. Grandpa has to take a shower first."

"Everyone, I'm not with you."

After saying that, the old man apologized to everyone, and everyone left the room and went down to the first floor, while the old man went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Chapter completed!