Supreme Medicinal God

With the support of everyone, Li Rouge's expression was firm: "Okay, let's go northeast to see what happened."

The disciples of Yihuagong, bypassing the mountain corner, came to the northeast of the mountain. The air was filled with blood, the eyes were messy, and there were large rubbles and wounded people lying on the ground.

The wounded people's clothes were embroidered with golden thunder patterns, and at a glance they knew that they were Fang Cunshan's disciples.

Of the fifteen disciples of Fang Cunshan who participated in the ancient martial arts competition, only three were uninjured. They were trying to lift the boulder and rescue the injured companion.

But in the face of more than a dozen companions who were crushed by boulders, the strength of the three people seemed to be inflated, and they were simply too busy.

Some of the disciples who were pressed under the boulder screamed sternly, some faced like gold paper, unconscious, and some groaned low, with blood all over their faces.

"Sisters, go and help."

The arrival of the twenty-five disciples at the Flower Palace was undoubtedly a gift from the snow, which surprised the disciples Fang Cunshan who was crying and tearless.

The beauties bit their hair and lifted the boulders that were pressing on them. Fortunately, although they were weak women, they were all masters of the prefecture level, and their internal powers turned sharply. The two moved the stones up.

It is not difficult to move the stone, but when lifting the stone, you cannot shake the injured person, otherwise it will cause secondary injury, so everyone is careful.

Most of those who groaned and screamed pain were fractured, and there was no danger to their lives. Three of them were particularly seriously injured, with nose and nose bleeding, and had fallen into a deep coma.

Twelve sirens were sounded at once, and unexpectedly, the location of the accident was discovered. It was the location of Genshan Palace. Mr. Mo Da's expression became solemn, and he gave Yue Zhuoqun a hard look.

Fang Cunshan's disciples are strictly trained, and the prefecture-level disciples are even more powerful. If they are not seriously injured, no one will easily sound the alarm and quit the game.

Yue Zhuoqun was also very surprised. The organs in his formation should not cause such a large number of casualties, and the participating disciples all signed life and death. They are willing to gamble and lose. No matter who is injured or killed, it has nothing to do with themselves.

Seeing that the position of the bright red light was not where his disciples were, Chongxu Daochang and Master Zhikong were relieved.

Although not the position of his official disciple, Du Zhong also worried: "So many people are pressing the red light, the situation is urgent, and more people are sent to rescue."

After glancing at Du Zhong, Yue Zhuoqun smiled and said to Elder Lu: "So many people are injured, Dr. Zhao must be too busy alone. Elder Lu, you will send more people to rescue."

Mr. Mo Da gave his younger brother a look: "That's the position of our disciples, we have to take a look together."

His disciple was injured, and Zhao Yizhi of Taiyimen could not be counted on. Although Mr. Mo Da was not a doctor, there was no shortage of healing remedies.

Chongxu said with a hypocritical smile: "The participating sect masters are in person, not too..."

Mr. Mo Da was not angry and prestige, the white beard was flying against the wind, like a thunder god, staring at Chongxu Daochang, so terrified that the words that Chongxu Dao wanted to say were not in compliance.

Mr. Mo Dae glanced at Ye Feng, a flash of light flashed in his eyes. Ye Feng's medical technique was much stronger than that of Zhao Yizhi. If he could get help from Ye Feng, it would be much easier to treat the wounded.

But he was not too embarrassed to ask for help from Ye Feng. After glancing at Ye Feng, he turned around and planned to go to Wuxing Ecstasy with his brother Mo Er.

Ye Feng certainly knows what Mr. Mo Da’s eyes mean, and he volunteered to ask: “So many people are injured, one more person can help, a little more hope, Mr. Mo Da want me to go together?”

Mr. Mo Da has a hot feeling on his face, he clasped his hands in fists: "Thank you Lord Zong for your help. If you can extend your hand, Mo Da should be grateful."

"Okay, let's go quickly."

Ye Feng felt Jiang Yixue pull her sleeves, felt the look of concern in her eyes, and gently patted her delicate little hands.

"I'm going to save people, there will be nothing wrong, let alone this small formation, it is hard to reach me at all, if it annoys me, I will burn out this broken array."

"Oh, I know you can do it, but be careful."

Knowing that Ye Feng was going to rescue people in the battlefield, Jiang Yixue was worried about his safety and had seen many people injured in the battlefield. Her beautiful eyes were full of concern.

After listening to Ye Feng's words, she only let go of Ye Feng's sleeves. She had seen Ye Feng's ability and believed that he would be able to protect himself.

Ye Feng didn't speak very loudly, but he didn't deliberately lower his voice. Yue Zhuoqun heard clearly. He heard Ye Feng seeing the five elements of his enchanted array as nothing, and couldn't help but look cold. He glared at this side.

Mr. Mo Da had led the rescuers to a long distance. Although Ye Feng was behind, he was still standing upright.

The disciples of Fang Cunshan looked sad when they saw Mr. Mo Da coming.

The three undisciplined disciples clenched their fists respectfully: "Sect Master, I'm sorry."

"Sovereign, we are too careless."

"Sect Master, we only have three people left."

Mr. Moda's white beard hair fluttered in the wind, and the beard sighed: "It goes without saying that the injured are treated here. If they are not injured, they will continue the ancient martial arts competition in the prefecture-level group. Let's go."

The three Fang Cunshan disciples nodded, and turned to leave with a determined look, disappearing into the sight of everyone.

A disciple of Fang Cunshan, who was bleeding from his nose and nose, was the worst among the wounded if he was angry.

The man was a disciple of Mr. Mo Er. The blood of the mentor and apprentice was thicker than water. Mr. Mo Er's face was anxious: "Wang Tong, you must hold on."

Zhao Yizhi was putting veins on Wang Tong’s, extending his thick bone-like fingers and resting them on Wang Tong’s wrist. Within two seconds, he shook his head indifferently: “This person’s heart is exhausted and there are many fractures all over his body. , The meridians are broken, and the internal organs are shifted. They are no longer saved. Collect them for him."

He gave up treatment decisively, with a mocking smile on his face, and a tone of dissatisfaction hidden in his tone: "Sect Lord Ye is regarded as a Chinese medicine doctor, do you want to verify his diagnosis again?"

Ye Feng smiled. In fact, when Zhao Yizhi took the pulse on behalf of Wang Tong, he had opened his eyebrows and told him that he had been injured.

As Zhao Yizhi said, Wang Tong was indeed seriously injured, his internal organs were displaced, there were more than 20 fractures in his body, and his body was full of black energy, covering his own blue life essence, and one foot had already entered the coffin. .

In addition to Ye Feng, any doctor who faces Wang Tong's injury will shake his head and sigh, helpless.

However, Ye Feng's cultivation of the Medical God's Heart Sutra has broken through the realm of human medicine and is moving towards the realm of medical science. He cannot be judged by ordinary medical principles in the world.

(End of this chapter)