Han Pengcheng smiled and pointed at Xia Qihuang, "You're just too arrogant. I told you this before. Are you convinced now?"
"I'm convinced. I have no choice but to admit defeat!"
Xia Qihuang smiled bitterly.
Then, he bowed deeply to Yang Luo and said, "Mr. Yang, I'm willing to take you as my master. Please teach me the complete Eight Trigrams Divine Needle!"
"Divine Doctor Xia, I'm really busy now. I don't have time to teach you."
Yang Luo replied helplessly and asked, "By the way, have you learned these eight acupuncture methods?"
"Not yet."
Xia Qihuang shook his head and said, "However, three of these acupuncture techniques were passed down from our Xia family's ancestors. I've already learned them."
"Which three?"
Yang Luo asked.
"These are the three."
Xia Qihuang pointed at one of the doors and two walls.
"I see. Alright, I'll change these three acupuncture techniques."