Dragon Emperor, Martial God

In the battle of life and death that night, Wang Fei-hu was severely injured. Although the trauma was healed that night under the healing symbol treatment, the internal wound still did not improve, so far has not healed.

Today, Huaxia's spiritual energy is exhausted. Not every ancient martial artist possesses so many treasures like Lingyun.

Wang Fei-hu is just an ordinary ancient martial artist at the top of the fifth level of his birth, and he has stayed in this realm for several years and has always been difficult to break through, not because of anything else, but because of poverty.

The innate realm is divided into three stages, divided into nine layers, from the first to the third, which is the beginning of the innate period; from the fourth to the sixth, which is the middle of the innate period; and from the seventh to the ninth, which is the late innate period.

It can be said that it is not difficult for a fixer to reach the peak of a stage as long as he can break through it, the difference being just how much time it takes.

The difficulty is breakthroughs at every major stage, almost step-by-step.

Qin Dongxue, for example, so strong qualifications and enlightenment, before encountering Lingyun, also stayed at the peak of the three layers of the innate, difficult to advance.

Lack of magic potion!

Qin Dongxue is like this, let alone Wang Fei-hu.

Otherwise, Wang Feihu, a master at the top of the fifth level of the birth, why do you rely on the Sun family, willing to be the guest secretary of the Sun family, to serve such a secular family?

“A needle? Young Master Ling, have you recovered? ”

Wang Feihu spent so many days in Villa 1, his ears were wet every day, and he naturally understood what Lingyun meant by needle sticking.

“Well, almost a tad or two recovered, and then it was just a matter of time. ”

Ling Yun nodded and didn't hide it. He said directly: "Go inside, go to your room. ”

They came to Wang Fei-hu's room and Ling Yun didn't give a shit. Let him sit on his knees on the bed first, indicating that he would take off his shirt.

“Cough...” Wang Fei-hu's face turned red and looked embarrassed.

Ling Yun saw Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha: “The congenital ancient martial arts master of the hall, would it be embarrassing? I can heal your wounds and spill them off a little. ”

Ling Yunxin said that if I really wanted to see your words, I could see you through them with a sweep of my mind. Too bad I don't have that hobby.

Speaking, Ling Yun moved his mind and took the food box prepared for him from the ring.

Opening the food box, Lingyun lifted her hands and pinched a few pieces of ginseng. She handed them directly to Wang Fei-hu: “Chew them up and swallow them. ”

“What is this?”

“Millennium ginseng. ”

Wang Fei-hu gazed and shocked, "Thousand... thousand years of ginseng? ”

Of course, I was excited. I was dependent on my grandson's family, and I worked hard to accumulate worldly money. I couldn't even get a century-old ginseng, but I couldn't imagine it. The only person who paid for it was a millennial ginseng.

Lingyun Golden Needle was in his hand, and he laughed: “You don't have to be excited, it's not just a thousand years, but more than 2,000 years of ginseng. Eat up, I'm busy today. ”

“Thank you, Major Ling! ”

Wang Fei-hu was not a twister either. He immediately put a few pieces of ginseng in his mouth and chewed them down.

“Running your cultivation, guiding ginseng's spiritual energy into the Dantian field, I apply the spiritual pivot nine needles to help you develop medicine. ”

Lingyun stood beside the bed and began to pin Wang Fei-hu's back like electricity.

Of course, it is not a simple needle tie. Lingyun has now recovered some power. Through the golden needle puncture point, he does not live in Wang Fei-hu's meridian. He crosses into the spiritual qi to help him repair the damaged meridian and know-how.

Ten minutes later.

Lingyun looked at Wang Fei-hu with a gold needle on his body and asked with a smile: “Wang, how are you feeling now? ”

“Hey...”

Wang Fei-hu really wanted to groan, moan, and make a noise at this moment. He closed his eyes and worked his luck. He replied excitedly: “Young Master Ling, indeed he deserves the name of the Immortal Doctor. For a short while, I felt that the internal injuries recovered by 67%...”

What is a menstrual injury?

In terms of image, it's actually a tube that breaks, opens, cracks; or thins, thins, even clogs, bonds, etc… in all kinds of situations.

The so-called menstrual pulse repair is to rule these problems that arise in the menstrual pulse, so that the true qi can operate unhindered in it.

In addition to the anti-heavenly effect of Lingyun's nine-needle spiritual pivot, Lingyun only took a moment to recover the internal injuries of Wang Fei-hu.

Wang Fei-hu's working methods allowed his body to swim rapidly through the meridians, and already felt unimpeded.

He had to mourn Lingyun's magical hands. He said that people die more than people, and goods throw more than goods.

Ling Yun smiled. He reached out again and pinched several pieces of ginseng. He put them directly into Wang Fei-hu's mouth: “Take a few more pieces, then sit here for good luck. I'll pull the needle later. ”

After that, Wang Fei-hu left his room and arrived in the living room.

“Boss. ”

At this time, two blood servants of Lingyun, Paul and Count Jester, have been waiting for many hours in the living room.

As for Tang Zheng, he didn't have to think about it at all. He went to the small warehouse in the backyard of the villa to clean up the real people of Heavenly Sun, and Sky went without hesitation to those bad bastards.

Ling Yun looked at these two blood servants who were courtesy of Western gentlemen and stared at them half a dozen times, wondering whether to ask them about the power of their faith.

“Come out, let's work together. ”

Ultimately, Lingyun did not ask them about the power of faith, but came to the courtyard with two kings of blood.

He swept with his mind, then flew all the way to the southeast corner of the yard, and then raised his finger: "Jester, move that stone down to my feet, just where I stand. ”

Lingyun is reuniting in Villa One!

Nor did he explain, swimming so rapidly across the yard, one by one, every time he stopped, having Paul and Jester move a rock under his feet.

In fact, Lingyun now, if his power returns to its peak, he can't wait to put a Gathering Spirit Array, just to raise his hand, but it will take more than ten days.

For everything in this courtyard, including people, spiritual herbs or herbs, there are or are no spiritual arrays, the difference is huge.

After all, Villa One is close to the antique market, more or less spiritual.

Plus, there's a lot of herbs growing in the villa yard, which is almost certainly psychotropic, and there's a lot of medicines in the villa that you buy.

Lingyun is using this yard to cultivate spiritual grass and infiltrate spiritual energy with medicines. After more than a dozen days of interruption, he has already been very distressed. How can this state of affairs be tolerated?

Most importantly, there are three real strands of grass in the backyard of Villa One, and they're about to ripen.

Lingyun knows his own business. He is now practicing a layer of qi. To restore his power to its peak state, the district will not have enough time for more than a dozen days, or it will depend on the help of Dan Yao.

Ginseng can be eaten directly in slices, but the grass dragon spiritual grass in the sun and grass is no good, that is waste, the heavenly object.

So, when the three strains of Lingyun mature, Lingyun will use them to make Yin Yang Dan and Dragon Lingdan.

So Lingyun can only use this silly method. Fortunately, he now has a sense of God, covering dozens of meters, and can calculate the distance and determine the orientation. With the help of these two blood clans, it is not too slow.

Twenty minutes later, Lingyun finished the final step, and he flew all the way to the eye of the Gathering Spirit Formation.

There must be a glimpse of the law of formation.

Previously, Villa One's Gathering Eyes, Lingyun used a stone.

But this time, instead of using a stone, he moved his mind and took a football-sized jade out of the space ring.

If the mind moves again, the Dark Blood Demon knife appears in the hand, Lingyun single-handedly holds the knife, inserts the knife into the ground, gently picks it, and quickly puts out a hole more than half a meter deep.

Lingyun collects the knife, puts Cuiyu in the pit, and then refills the soil, stepping on it.

“Boom!”

Cuiyu just got caught in the eye, the ancient market of Qingshui City, the water spirit of Qingshui Lake, and the wood spirit in the mountain forest behind the villa, as if attracted, instantly turned the direction, rushing towards Villa # 1!

Arrange!

“Well, that's right...”

Lingyun was very satisfied with his masterpiece.

Feeling all the spirituality coming around, Lingyun only felt comfortable, and then he floated to the place where the three grasses were grown and watched their growth carefully.

“Fortunately, we were careful that night, otherwise these three herbs would be damaged...”

The battle between life and death that night was so tragic, the three strains of spiritual grass could not hurt at all. Lingyun had to thank the fairy. The little girl had a heart. She knew that the three strains of spiritual grass were important to Lingyun, so she put down a phantom array early on so that the three strains of spiritual grass did not suffer.

As for the front yard of the villa, the herbs that were transplanted from Dr. Xue Shen on the west side of the yard, although they lost two or three percent, were just low-level spiritual herbs, and Lingyun was not very distressed.

“With this momentum, as fast as 10 days and as slow as half a month, the three strains of grass are ripe. ”

Lingyun observed the three strains of spiritual grass. It is not necessary to say that the column of the slowest growing dragon spiritual grass, the stem trunk seven curves, has been like a dragon, it is presumably about to mature.

“Hey, it really helps me too...” Lingyun is naturally in a great mood.

He turned to Paul and Jester and said, "This place, for half a month, you two will be under strict guard and you will not be able to leave. I don't care who you go out with at least one person at night. ”

Paul and Jester nodded immediately and promised.

Lingyun returned to the house and headed straight to Wang's room.

“Damn, three flowers gather...”

Wang Fei-hu is doing his best. With the help of the thousands of years of ginseng medicine, the hot air around him is evaporating, and slowly rising, gathering over his head, there is a hidden glow.

This scene is naturally invisible to ordinary people. Lingyun possesses the divine knowledge and can naturally see the truth.

Sitting lucky, refined into Qi, Qi flushing front door know-how, this is a remarkable expression of the eight pulses of the Qi Dynasty.

Seeing this scene, Ling Yun knew that Wang Fei-hu's internal injuries had recovered ninety percent. He couldn't help wang Fei-hu to turn it off directly, but he still endured it.

Wang Fei-hu's internal injuries are just right. Let's wait for him to rest for a few days and consolidate.

“Wang, do your best. Don't be greedy. There are thousands of ginseng, and there are better ginseng than ginseng. ”

When Wang Fei-hu was found wanting to push off, Ling Yun immediately said to stop him.

My heart says how poor Wang used to be...

Wang Fei-hu immediately stopped working, opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with fine light.

Ling Yun took out the gold needle from Wang Fei-hu.

Wang Fei-hu drifted out of bed and bowed to Ling Yunna. “Xie Ling Shao Da Eun! ”

Ling Yun also did not hide. He suddenly endured the prayer. He smiled softly: “Looks like the injury has completely healed. You hold on for a few days. I will help you to turn it off. ”