Could it be that this old man was so awesome that he could actually see the broken bones inside his body?

Qin Hai was skeptical and purposely said, "Old man, don't scare me, I know what I have on me. Other than the body of flesh and blood that my parents gave me, there's nothing else. "

The slovenly old man stared at Qin Hai for a few seconds before he suddenly laughed dryly. He said with a beaming smile, "Really? "Fine, just treat it as an old man and I won't say anything!"

After he finished speaking, the slovenly old man was about to stand up when Qin Hai pushed him back onto the sofa and said with a smile, "Don't be in such a hurry to leave. Old man, you still haven't told me how to treat Qingya's illness. "Don't worry, as long as you can help me cure Qingya's illness, from then on, I'll handle your food and drinks. It'll definitely be fine to have a delicacy every day and you can also control the amount of alcohol you drink.

"Pah pah pah!" The slovenly old man spat a few times, pointed at Qin Hai and cursed, "Smelly brat, are you cursing me to die? I'm telling you, you won't be able to see that day. If you don't remove those broken bones from your body, you'll definitely die in front of this old man! "

Qin Hai was shocked. This old man could tell that there were a few bones on his body, which meant that this old man had really seen through his problem.

After the shock, Qin Hai became a bit curious, "Old master, how did you figure it out? By the way, do you know the origins of these bones? "

The slovenly old man pointed at his eyes. "Don't look at this old man because I'm old. My eyes aren't blurry, so naturally I can tell by looking." As for the bones on your body, it's hard to say. This old man has lived for so long but it's his first time seeing such a strange thing.

The old man cast a sidelong glance at Qin Hai. "Do you think that this old man's words are alarmist and that these broken bones are of help to you?" Let me tell you, if it's not mine, then it's not mine. There's never been a good thing like a pie falling from the sky. They naturally have their own reasons for helping you. The better your body is, the more powerful your martial arts will become. One day, when they kill you, you will be able to obtain an even stronger body. "

Qin Hai was stunned, "They know how to possess?"

At the same time, his right hand suddenly emitted a bright white light.

The old man quickly loosened his grip and snorted, "You still want to absorb this old man's power? You must be dreaming." "Kid, now you see clearly, these broken bones are not good stuff, all you care about is absorbing other people's cultivation for your own use."

Qin Hai was stunned. "Then why didn't they absorb my power?"

"Because they can't breathe!"

"Can't absorb it?"

The old man suddenly grinned and patted Qin Hai's shoulder. Instead of answering, he asked, "You're pretty good at martial arts. Who taught you that?"

Qin Hai felt that even if he put on a copper and iron s.h.i.+rt in front of this old man, it would be useless and would be seen through by him. He directly said, "Other than some military boxing skills, I've figured out all my other martial arts."

The old man waved his hand in disdain and said pretentiously, "I'm not asking you about this. You don't need to mention your kung fu skills, I'm talking about the cultivation technique. Who taught you?"

The corner of Qin Hai's mouth twitched. After so many years, this old man was the only one who dared to say that he had trained in the skill of a three-legged cat. This acting tough skill of his was not something he could match.

Qin Hai smiled and was too lazy to bother with the old man. He replied, "I don't know who that person is. I only remember that he was an old Daoist."

The slovenly old man's eyes immediately lit up and he asked, "Does that old Daoist Priest have an eight-whisker, a pointy monkey's cheeks, and a big mole on his chin? He even has a strand of black hair?"

Qin Hai carefully recalled the old Daoist Priest's appearance and said, "I think there's a big mole. It shouldn't look like a mouse, right?"

The old man suddenly jumped three feet into the air and shouted, "Why doesn't it look like that? Kid, you don't know, that grandson is a mouse. Don't just look at him dressed like a Taoist. He's actually as timid as a mouse. He runs really fast when he meets with something. He's just like a standard mouse. If you ever see him again, you better remember to help me scold him! "

d.a.m.n, that old Daoist most likely offended this old man!

"Ha! Do you think he taught you kung fu out of good intentions?" The old man said with a look of contempt, "That guy had gotten a set of cultivation techniques from who knows where, but he was as timid as a mouse and didn't dare to cultivate, so he went around looking for children to train with. But as far as I know, there were at least dozens of kids tricked by that old guy, and in the end, even he couldn't remember how many people he tricked.

The corner of Qin Hai's mouth twitched. If what the old man said was true, then he was really 'lucky'!

The old man sized up Qin Hai and suddenly said with a smile, "You brat, you actually managed to cultivate it for him. It's not simple at all. It seems that this technique does have its reasons." "If you brat can survive this disaster, then your achievements in the future will definitely be extraordinary. If that old fellow finds out about this, he'll definitely die from anger."