The God of Destruction

At that time, he built an altar in the Shennong School, and the sermon was solved for half a month. Zhang Yanghao, the elder of the outer door, also listened under the altar.

In just two weeks, he seemed to have listened to the fairy's sermon, enlightenment and inspiration. Many mysteries and problems have been solved, and the level of medical skills has also been greatly improved.

He is very grateful to Pan Chen!

In his view, Pan Chen is his mentor, even the highest fairy.

But Pan Chen doesn't think so. He has very strict choices for students, has no talent, and many conditions such as heart and loyalty meet the requirements.

If you have to give me a few instructions, you will call yourself a disciple, and you will have too many disciples.

Zhang Yanghao just stood up and heard the second half of the sentence, his body was stiff, his heart was in a hurry, and his tears fell down?

At the time, he knew that Pan Chen was the son of the Pan family in Jinling, and he was the grandson of Pan Changgeng.

He regretted that he did not fall. He really turned a blind eye to Taishan and hated to be blind. He was rude and rude to Pan Changgeng. I am afraid it will be difficult to get Master Pan ’s guidance in the future!

"Sit down and continue the meeting!"

Seeing the eyes of suspicious people and ghosts in the crowd, Shen Mengge did not bother to explain, and ordered coldly.

"Please invite Pan Lao, Pan Fuzi, and Ms. Mengge to sit on the board. Everyone is out of company!" Zhang Yanghao hurriedly gave up his position, being polite and decent.

"Yes, Thanks!"

Although Mo Zhengrong felt weird, he also realized that "Pan Ye" was definitely a tall man, and he hurriedly echoed.

"I sit here very well, and my ears are very clean! You drove your car!" Pan Chen waved and refused.

He just listened to their discussion, but this is just a reasonable argument, a history of research to prove that Chinese medicine is the source of Korean medicine, and so on. It's naive, itchy.

"We also want to invite Pan Lao, Ms. Meng Ge and Master Pan to give us more suggestions!" Zhang Yanghao is full of humility.

Pan Chen lowered his head, playing with his mobile phone, but turned a blind eye to him.

Pan Changgeng also politely refused.

Zhang Yanghao had no choice but to sit down, tolerate his uneasiness, opened the manuscript, sorted out his thoughts, and prepared to say a few words.

Behind him, Zhang Hanguo said frowning and muttered, "Grandpa, why do you kneel for him?" A child! "

Zhang Yanghao turned around and gave him earwash alone, angrily rebuked "vertical son ignorance!" Master Pan is the main worship object of Shennong School, learning unity of heaven and man, superb medical skills, unpredictable ghosts and spirits, even Zuozimu Palm Gate He will call his apprentice, you dare to speak wild! "

People took a breath of air, their eyes almost jumped out of their eyes, and a turbulent wave started in their hearts.

Pan Chen's views have changed.

Shennong School!

What does that exist? !

It is said that it is the source of traditional Chinese medicine, and doctors around the world are trying their best to cultivate farmers.

The disciples of Shennong passed on to people, it can be said to be living fossils.

People in the Shennong school are no longer Chinese medicine, they are not required to cut off four diagnoses, but they are practicing Taoist medicine, proficient in magic alchemy, drawing characters, blessing skills, and medical skills can live and die, just like the gods in the sky.

How capable Zhang Yanghao is, but only an old senior of Shennong College, who is still begging for how many years to join.

But this person is the Lord ’s worship. Can the principal of Shennong School call himself a disciple, is that still a person?

"Grandpa, are you kidding me?" Zhang stunned with a terrified smile, hanging his face in the pan.

"Am I kidding? The **** is raised, you don't have to kneel!"

Zhang Yanghao was angry, pale, and pointed to the pot hanging by Zhang, drinking angrily.

"Grandpa" Zhang's face flushed, begging.

He had realized that what Grandpa should say should be true, and he should kneel to Pan Chen to explain his seniority.

auzw.com However, Pan Chen is very young, almost like him. He kneeled openly to Pan Chen, emotionally he could not accept it.

"Forget it, let's have a meeting. Don't worry about the details!" Pan Chen smiled indifferently.

Only mole ants, a palm can pat a crush, but they care about it, it is impossible to be violated.

The meeting continued as usual.

But Pan Chen was present and Zhang Yanghao was nervous. Even though he was ready to speak, his tongue was still knotted and his forehead was sweating. He looked at Pan Chen from time to time, looking at his face.

After he finished, everyone expressed their views and discussed how to smash the conspiracy of Han medicine to apply for world intangible cultural heritage.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise at the door, as if someone had quarreled, and then the room door was kicked open.

A group of big men in black clothes broke in, as many as a dozen people.

One face was gloomy and irritable, his eyes were cold, his body was tall, and the thorn dragon pulled the tiger on his arm.

"Who are you? How dare you break into our meeting room?" Zhang Yanghao patted the table angrily.

"I heard that you are terrorists from heaven, trying to disrupt international medical exchanges, so we want to defeat you!"

The man's head, two meters tall, with a beard, long shawl hair, holding the conference table in both hands, looked down at the crowd, and smiled coldly in raw Chinese.

"Nonsense, we are a normal academic exchange, go out!"

Zhang Hangguo pointed at the big man's nose and scolded angrily.

"Ah, I have never seen such a skinny Chinese man!" Oh, oh!

The long-haired man smiled somberly, suddenly squeezed the fingers hanging in the pan, and then jumped up.

Suddenly, Zhang Hanguo screamed, his fingers bent into a special arc, and made a brittle fracture sound.

Lin's medical skills have been in contact with some martial arts characters all over the world. Zhang Xuanguo can also learn some martial arts. Although it is only in the early stages of the iron body, generally the big three or five men cannot get close to the body.

His hand fell off, and he immediately fought back under his feet, kicking him from the side and kicking towards the waist of the big man.

The long-haired man has only one foot.

Boom! With the sound of the ground, my legs collided.

Zhang Hangguo immediately flew out like a broken doll, his leg was broken, he couldn't stand on the ground, the pain rolled on the floor.

Everyone looks stupid and scared.

I can't believe that Han's doctors are so crazy and arrogant that they even hit the door directly.

"Does anyone else dare to come up?"

The long-haired man bumped into a hanging jar and looked relaxed like a flying ant.

When he asked, he put his finger on the conference table with a smile.

listen! The conference table was made of solid wood three centimeters thick, pierced by his fingers like tofu.

For a while, all people breathed cold air, and their foreheads were frightened and sweaty.

For them, there is no problem saving lives, helping others and vowing to be passionate.

But the battle is too far. This man is obviously a master, and they can't handle it.

"Alarm, right?" Someone said.

"It's useless to call the police!"

Someone shook his head and pointed to the door outside. "Look, is there a policeman outside? They have been colluding for a long time." Once we do this, we will be arrested! "

"In broad daylight, is there any king's law to attack the people? Is there any reason?"

Mo Zhengrong stood up, patted the table, and shouted angrily: "We are from the Tianchao Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. This is a formal group protected by law. We are here to participate in academic exchanges. I would like to inform our embassy. You express our solemn protest and strong condemnation! "

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