Seeing the man walking step by step, Ning Tu's face turned numerous white.

"What do you want to do? Stop it!" Ning Tu shouted.

But it's useless.

The man was extremely fast and approached Ningtu in an instant, and his palm touched Ningtu's arm.

"hiss!"

Ning Tu gasped and felt something sting his arm. The man stepped back and stared at the man with wide eyes: "You...what did you do to me."

"Just fulfilling our previous promise." The man said indifferently.

Ning Tu was stunned immediately. He wanted to say something, but saw his arms suddenly trembling extremely irregularly.

"ah..."

Ning Tu screamed and ran backwards, but fell to the ground.

He hurriedly wanted to stand up with his hands on the ground, but no matter how he drove his arms, his hands were just out of control and could not even simply support the ground.

"Teacher, teacher! My hand...my hand!!"

Ning Tu let out a miserable scream and ran towards Yuwen Mo and others.

"Give me peace of mind!" Yuwen Mo shouted angrily.

Ning Tu's face changed and he hurriedly stopped shouting, but his trembling hands shocked everyone from all directions.

"Is it really as this person said that Ning Tu's medical skills were destroyed?" someone asked.

"No!" Bi Xian snorted coldly and said to Ning Tu: "Even if it is really Parkinson, we can cure it. You have to remember where this place is! This is the Southern School! Here, there is no disease that we cannot cure! Why are you panic?"

Ning Tu's expression improved a lot when he heard this.

Yes, this is the Southern School!

No matter what this guy does to himself, it's tight.

Is there no disease that cannot be cured by the Southern School?

"Then please show it to me quickly, the teacher." Ning Tu said excitedly.

"Come here!" Jinding said lightly.

Ningtu hurriedly ran over.

Jinding took his pulse and checked it.

Bi Xian sneered: "Abolish the medical skills of our Nanshu people? What methods do you use to abolish? Do you think you can show off your power in our Nanshu people by understanding some ancient Chinese medicine techniques? Who do you think you are?"

"Is that so? Then I want to see if you can cure him!" said the visitor indifferently.

"Then I'm looking forward to your expression later." Bi Xian smiled.

"I don't know the so-called boy. I don't know the height of the sky and the earth." Li Ziyun shook his head repeatedly.

The members of the southern sect around them were sneering.

There were also many gossips in the audience seats.

"What did this person say? To deprive others of their hands to deprive others of their qualifications for practicing medicine? Isn't this ridiculous? This is the Southern School."

"How can he be useless? Is his medical skills sufficient?"

"A person is pretty handsome, why is his head not normal?"

"Oh, this guy will know what a mountain is higher than a mountain later."

People shook their heads repeatedly and pointed at the man.

But slowly, people's gossip gradually became smaller, and their eyes couldn't help but shift from that person to the golden top over there.

But Jinding's originally determined expression gradually became panicked, and then slowly changed from panic to shock, which was unbelievable...

Everyone was frightened by Jinding's expression.

"Teacher Jinding, what's wrong?" Li Ziyun next to him frowned.

"Not very good, not very good..."

Jinding said.

"What?"

The faces of people around him changed instantly.

Na Ningtu was so scared that she almost fainted.

"Teacher Jinding, what's wrong? What did that guy do to Ningtu?" Bi Xian asked hurriedly.

"I can't feel his pulse! But there was a more strange aura running through his arms." Jinding was about to cry without tears.

As soon as these words were finished, Yu Wenmo walked quickly, grabbed Na Ningtu's arms, and even took the pulse with both hands.

After a while, Yu Wenmo's face turned pale and he retreated repeatedly.

"Teacher Yuwen?" Everyone looked at him in unison.

Ning Tu had a gray face and stared at Yuwen Mo anxiously.

But Yu Wenmo murmured: "It's Fenji...it's Fenji..."

"Finji?"

Bi Xian and the others were shocked, and they almost sat on the ground.

"What is that?"

Some members couldn't help asking.

"That is a vein pattern in ancient Chinese medicine. This vein pattern means that the tendons and veins in a person's hands have been completely burned, but they retain the bottom line function. This is an irreversible destruction. Just like an Olympic athlete, if he is severely injured by Burying Ji, he will not die, he can even walk, but he cannot run anymore, and he can no longer move. He retains the most basic ability to move, but he can no longer exercise without restraint!"

Liu Rushi stood up and slowly explained to everyone.

When everyone heard this, they were all stunned.

"In traditional Chinese medicine, is there such a phenomenon?"

"This is not Parkinson, but it is something even more terrifying than Parkinson, because no Chinese medicine has overcome this kind of trauma at present, and I think the Southern School cannot do it." Liu Rushi looked at Yuwen silently.

Yuwen Mo remained silent.

All the members of the Southern Sect around were shocked.

And Ning Tu was already dead.

His arms continued to tremble, and he looked at Yuwen Mo and asked, "Teacher, that means...I'm out of salvation..."

"Don't worry, you made a sacrifice for the Southern Sect. I will report to the above and explain this matter. Please ask someone from the Southern Sect to arrange your work for you. You will definitely have no worries about food and clothing in your life." Yuwen Mo said.

"But I can't pick up the silver needle in my life! I can't get medicine in my life!" Ning Tu shouted shrillly.

"Take him down and take a good rest." Yuwen Mo waved.

"Teacher Yuwen, you want to save me! Save me! I don't want to give up traditional Chinese medicine, I don't want to!" Ning Tu went crazy to grab Yuwen Mo's clothes.

But it's useless.

Yuwen closed his eyes and remained indifferent.

The audience around was silent.

Whether it was the audience, the members of the Southern School, the candidates, and even the genius doctors, they were just silently staring at Ningtu, and no one came to their senses.

People were all shocked by this scene.

Who would have thought that the man was not joking.

He can really destroy a Chinese medicine doctor!

"Take it down!" Looking at Ning Tu who was gradually becoming crazy, Yu Wenmo shook his hand and shouted impatiently.

The members next to him immediately dragged him away.

"Teacher Yuwen, I am like this for the Southern Sect! You want to save me! The Southern Sect wants to save me! Save me!!" He continued to shout sadly.

A voice of pain and despair spread throughout the venue.

The people in the venue were frightened and their scalp was trembling.

"Okay, who will you send to fight next?"

At this time, the person who came raised his head and shouted again.

When this sound fell, all the Southern Sects' pupils widened.

The audience looked at Yu Wen Mo, Bi Xian, Jinding and Li Ziyun.

Even the elites like Ningtu were defeated, so we can only look at them at this time!

"I'll do it!"

When Yuwen Mo saw that the other three people were not talking, he stood up with his hands behind his back.
To be continued...