Ultimate Devouring Evolution

Zhang Fan felt secretly refreshed.

He felt that Sima Yu must have dared not commit another crime after being slapped in the face like this.

However, he obviously underestimated Sima Yu's humbleness.

Only after Sima Yu took two deep breaths did the paleness on his face recover.

The stiff smile was also much gentler.

He said to a group of students: "So I said, Mr. Zhang teaches better, and now I invite Mr. Zhang to give you a theoretical class."

After speaking, he stepped aside.

He secretly said in his heart: Zhang Fan, I will see how you end today!

After the students hesitated for a moment, there were sparse applause.

They barely recognized Zhang Fan.

Seeing that it was impossible to evade at this time, Zhang Fan simply came to the podium generously.

With the majesty of a teacher in his eyes, he glanced at the hundred students below.

The students below were all silent, wanting to hear how this teacher Zhang, who can outperform Teacher Sima, gave a lecture.

I saw Zhang Fan took a deep breath, and said with confidence and a calm smile on his face:

"Theory, I don't know."

"puff……"

"puff……"

"puff……"

One hundred students in the audience sprayed out one after another.

No, no, you still act so confident, so calm, and so confident.

How thick must this face be!

The teacher next to him almost spit out too.

I thought that Teacher Zhang was just here to make a joke, right?

Of course, those students and teachers didn't think Zhang Fan was telling the truth.

After all, there is no teacher who speaks so confidently of what he does not know.

Sima Yu almost didn't spit out either.

But then he sneered disdainfully.

He knew that Zhang Fan really couldn't.

Hey, it's all right this time.

Let me see how you pass this level today.

Zhang Fan didn't seem to think there was anything strange about what he said.

Instead, he said to a group of students: "Students, I was originally here to visit the headquarters of the Warrior Association today, and the time is limited. Since you are so enthusiastic, then I can't refuse. How about this, the lecture will be waived. Which of you is here? In the process of training and fighting, if you have hidden wounds or blockages on your body, I can help you solve them for free."

Those students were a little puzzled.

"Does this Teacher Zhang give lectures?"

"Secret wounds, blockages, etc. are the affairs of martial arts doctors. The teacher only cares about lectures. How can he take care of these things?"

At this time, some students remembered: "By the way, when I read the materials just now, I found that Teacher Zhang is a martial arts doctor!"

"And he's also the honorary president of the Martial Arts Association!"

Another classmate also screamed.

In this way, it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and the students all cried out in surprise.

After all, after years of training and fighting, practitioners always have some hidden wounds and blocked meridians, which need to be diagnosed and treated by martial arts doctors.

But because the treatment cost of martial arts is too expensive, not everyone can afford it.

Now there are martial arts doctors who can diagnose and treat them for free, how can this not make them excited?

"Me! I have hidden wounds on my body!"

"I have that too!"

"Teacher Zhang, President Zhang, the meridian in my right arm has been blocked."

The students stood up one after another, excited.

Zhang Fan nodded: "Well, time is limited, so let's just choose thirty."

After hearing this, the students rushed towards Zhang Fan in front of the podium one by one.

But Zhang Fan waved his hand: "Everyone sit back in their respective seats, according to the severity of the hidden injuries and blockages on your body, the ones with the darkest injuries and the severe blockages come first."

All the students naturally raised their hands again.

Zhang Fan ignored their raised hands, and pointed directly at a student in the first row on the left: "Your problem is the most serious, you come first."

When he said this, the whole class was taken aback.

They have also communicated in private on weekdays,

Generally, we all know who has the most serious dark wounds and who has the least serious injuries.

And the person that Teacher Zhang casually pointed to happened to be the one with the worst hidden injuries in their class. Every time he practiced, he would experience severe pain in his left waist for a while.

This is too amazing!

You don't even need to take the pulse, just glance at everyone, and you will know who is the most sick and who is the least sick?

This……

God doctor!

All the students were extremely happy.

The student who was pointed by Zhang Fan looked at Zhang Fan in disbelief, and walked over in a daze.

Zhang Fan stretched out his right index finger and thumb, grabbed a piece of flesh on the student's left waist, and twisted it hard.

"what--"

The student was twisted so painfully that he almost suffocated, and let out a scream like a pig being killed.

The expressions of the other students changed one by one.

Didn't you mean treatment?

I don't see it, I don't know it, I don't ask it, and I don't know it.

I pinched it directly, and twisted it so hard, it hurt to watch.

What's the matter?

The student who was screwed was pale with pain, and his eyeballs protruded a little.

The teacher next to him quickly called out: "Mr. Zhang, this..."

But at this moment, Zhang Fan withdrew his hand and said, "Okay, let's try to practice."

After the student was released by Zhang Fan, he was afraid that Zhang Fan would pinch and twist again, so he hurriedly stepped back a few steps, hitting the table behind him and almost falling over.

Opening up the clothes around the waist, I saw that it had been twisted into a purple-blue color long ago.

Ten thousand mud horses rumbled by in his heart.

Nima, didn't you say it's good for healing?

What are you pinching me for?

Even if you are a martial artist, a teacher, a martial doctor, or the president of the martial arts association, you can't just do this casually, right?

But after hearing Zhang Fan's words, he glanced at Zhang Fan suspiciously.

After hesitating for a moment, he immediately sat down cross-legged and tried to practice.

At the beginning of the practice, he frowned, waiting for the sharp pain in his waist every time he practiced.

However, soon, his brows loosened.

Because he felt that not only did he not have the pain in his waist when he practiced in the past, but it was warm and comfortable. This kind of comfort made him want to doze off.

After practicing for a while, the more I practice, the more comfortable I feel.

As for the previous pain, it has long since disappeared.

After a while, he only felt that the breath in his body surged rapidly, as if there was an invisible shock wave spreading in his body.

He finally stopped practicing, opened his eyes, and looked at his hands in disbelief.

"Suddenly... broke through!"

His voice was trembling slightly.

The other students, including the teacher, looked at Zhang Fan in shock.

This casual pinch, twist, can make people break through?

This can no longer be called a miracle doctor, it can be called a god!

Sima Yu's eyeballs almost fell out.

He taught a class to allow students to break through, but just pinching and twisting like this can make people break through. Damn, what is the principle?

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