"The old man was struck by the Cold Ice Mian Palm, so when I stimulated the cold air in his body, without external temperature assistance, he might not have been able to bear it," Qin Han said, "If you can't bear it, you can go out; I don't need you here temporarily!"
Wang Pingchuan shook his head and said, "It's okay, I can hold on!" As he spoke, he wiped the sweat from his face.
Qin Han nodded and then pulled out the needle pouch from his body, speaking indifferently, "I will first make the old man regain consciousness!"
Having said that, Qin Han took out three Golden Needles from the pouch and quickly inserted them into the head of Wang Pingchuan's master.
Then, with a swift movement, he arrived in front of Wang Pingchuan's master and slapped his chest, calling out softly, "Wake up!"
As Qin Han's shout ended, Wang Pingchuan's master grunted, and then spurted out a mouthful of fresh blood.
