Super Dragon Cultivation System

"Hmph! I wonder what kind of medical treatment does Sir Zhang Kong have? What kind of illness did President Morte suffer from? "    

Ao Deli flicked his sleeve and asked with a sneer.    

"President Morte is not sick."    

Zhang Xing spread out his hands. He looked a little ridiculous. He was more than 1.20 meters tall. The middle-aged man looked like a dwarf on Earth.    

Cooking!    

Everyone was so angry that they laughed instead. His words were too unreliable. It was impossible to tell that he was spouting nonsense.    

"Then I would like to ask for guidance. President Morte is not sick, so why did you say that he can be cured?"    

Ao Deli said with a sarcastic expression. This shorty was speaking incoherently. Wait for me to question him a few more times, I will make him slap my own face.    

"Can't you treat him if he is not sick?"    

Zhang Xing asked back.    

"Haha..."    

The laughter of the crowd could be heard.    

If he wasn't sick, what else could he do? Who wouldn't be sick looking for an illness!    

This shorty's brain wasn't good, he was stupid to death.    

"You said that President Morte wasn't sick, and you said that he could be cured. I was a little confused when I heard that. How about this? You treat us all. "    

"If you really can cure him, i, Ao Deli, will kowtow on the spot and acknowledge you as my master!"    

Ao Deli went straight to the point and joined Zhang Xing's army.    

Acknowledged his master?    

That would not do. It was just a verbal remark. Although it would damage Ao Deli's reputation, it wouldn't do him any good.    

Zhang Xing shook his head. "I don't accept disciples easily. You can change to another one."    

I was speechless.    

Did you really take it seriously? Did you think you would win for sure? Ao Deli almost vomited blood.    

"Whatever. If you really treat President Morte, you can make any request."    

Zhang Xing nodded. It was fine as long as you said that. He turned around and wanted to treat President Morte, but was stopped.    

"Wait, sir Zhang Kong. What if you can't cure him?"    

If Ao Deli didn't say it, the chairmen behind him who were scratching their backs would also bring it up.    

Both sides had already reached this point and formed a bet. One side couldn't just make a request.    

"If it can't be cured, you can say whatever you want."    

Zhang Xing said with a smile.    

Everyone was satisfied with this answer. Even without this bet, they wouldn't let Zhang Xing go so easily.    

Comparatively speaking, they were just outsiders. The main reason was because of Amish's attitude. After all, Zhang Kong was also a member of the Dwarf Clan.    

Zhang Xing didn't waste any more time talking nonsense and started to rescue them.    

Mo Erte was indeed not sick. It was just that he had cultivated a cultivation technique that caused him to be unable to speak or use his Qi.    

As the leader of the Blacksmith's Association, his cultivation level naturally could not be low. It was also at Advanced Battle-Emperor's realm.    

Last time, he had found an incomplete Hammer Battle Skill in the black market. He could not help but start cultivating it.    

The name of the book was Berserk Dwarf Forging 81 Hammers Technique.    

Unfortunately, there was only the first volume, 27 styles.    

When he first started practicing, his strength had indeed increased greatly, and the grade of the weapons he forged had also increased.    

In his joy, he madly practiced without darkness or night, and after three years, he had finally mastered the Twenty-seventh Style.    

After he had mastered the technique, he went to Amitch for a competition. The same weapon material, but the grade of the forged weapon was even higher. This made Mo Erte ecstatic.    

When he returned, he would think of ways to research it, hoping to rely on his own ability to create a follow-up hammer technique.    

But he didn't expect that he would be paralyzed because of a moment of carelessness.    

If he did not recklessly use his Dou Qi to think about his own treatment, it was not to the extent that he had reached this stage.    

In addition, the combat power in Mo Erte's body was divided into two parts. One part was concentrated in the brain, and the other part was concentrated in the foot. All the other organs no longer had the energy to move, and slowly began to deteriorate.    

Ao Deli was an Advanced Demon Emperor, and he was also a law-abiding physician. When faced with such a situation, where could he find the cause?