Gu Fenghua knew that Chen Wanqiao meant well. He nodded his thanks with a smile, but he didn't explain. Instead, he took out a row of gold needles.

"Well, well, it's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. Today, I really want to have a better insight and see how you treat him." Sun Yude lost face today. Of course, he hoped that someone would lose face just like himself. Seeing this, he said in a strange voice.

"Colorless, I'm afraid you'll have to work hard for a while. His spirit is restless. If it's hard to defend the platform later, there will be danger of going astray and going retrograde." Gu Fenghua is too lazy to pay attention to him. He turns to Ye colorless and says.

"Well, I see. Don't worry." Ye colorless nodded.

His Prajna Sutra has a miraculous effect on calming the heart and guarding the soul. Gu Fenghua said that he would work hard for him, which of course means this.

"Mr. Chen, no matter what happens in a moment, you can never do anything. Just leave it to us. I can assure you that you will be able to cure the wound of the disciple. " Gu Fenghua said to Chen Wanqiao.

"I'll listen to you." Chen Wanqiao was worried, but seeing Gu Fenghua's confidence, he nodded solemnly.

Anyway, Shen Luoyun's injury is like this. They are helpless. Although sun Yude's medical ethics are corrupt, it seems that there is really no way. Let's be a dead horse and a living horse doctor.

Gu Fenghua held his breath and calmed his mind. The gold needle in his hand stabbed out slowly.

Compared with sun Yude's thirteen needles of Guimen, Gu Fenghua's needle is not only more slow, but also so bland that there is not even a glimmer of flowing light. However, it brings us an extremely different aesthetic feeling, as if the road is simple and natural.

Although the gold needle slowly stabbed Shen Luoyun's eyebrows, Chen Wanqiao and others had the illusion that time, at this moment, was still, and the whole world was integrated into the needle, and their mood was also integrated into the needle. Vaguely, I felt the wonderful artistic conception of the sacred heart of heaven and man.

Finally, the thin tip of the needle pierced Shen Luoyun's brow“ The golden needle trembles, and the irritating and irritating buzzing sound in the ear.

"Ah..." Shen Luoyun uttered a heartrending scream, which was full of fear. His eyes were bloodshot, his face was twisted, and even his whole body was curled up in a ball, constantly convulsing.

"Falling clouds!" Chen Wanqiao and others wake up from a dream and are surprised. Several elders subconsciously want to stop Shen Luoyun and stop Gu Fenghua. However, Chen Wanqiao remembers Gu Fenghua's previous advice and goes forward to stop them.

Seeing his disciple's miserable situation, he was in the worst mood. His heart was like a knife. But since he chose to trust Gu Fenghua, he should be firm. As the leader of a clan, he still had such courage.

Gu Fenghua, of course, could see the pain and worry in Chen Wanqiao's heart. Seeing that he was still so unreservedly trusting in himself, he could not help but be moved. He nodded his head slightly to his heart, and then with a deep look, he injected Holy Spirit and thoughts into the golden needle at the same time.

Suddenly, a mass of black fog gushed out from Shen Luoyun's eyebrows. It turned into a virtual shadow! In the minds of all the people, there was a roar full of violence and killing. Not to mention Han Yangshu and Chang Yingrong and others, even Chen Wanqiao and other powerful people in the Holy Land felt their hearts tremble!