Supreme Medicinal God

Ye Feng already has a treatment for Wang Tong in mind, and only the disease transfer surgery that knows the fate of the heart in the medical god heart can completely cure Wang Tong.

He noticed a red-headed giant centipede crawling out of the pile of rocks around him. The whole carapace glowed red. Someone had arms as long and short, and a pair of long whiskers kept swinging in the air.

It smelled bloody, swinging dozens of pairs of fire-like red feet in a frenzy, and quickly swam to the remaining blood on the ground.

Watching a big centipede crawl out, the beautiful women who moved to the flower palace, their flowers looked disappointed, and they screamed and retreated to the side. Jiang Yuxin even looked disgusted.

Only Lan Linger stared at the red-headed giant centipede with an expression of interest. This giant centipede may be a little old, and it can be used as food for the three treasures.

Centipede crawled to a spot of blood, stretched out its mouthparts and sucked blood greedily, and soon sucked a small pool of blood cleanly.

Ye Feng calculated his mind and pointed at Wang Tong, who was swallowing quickly, and smiled, "I think he is still saved."

Zhao Yizhi showed a disdainful look: "Do you want to use his internal force to move his internal organs to the right? That is just in vain, even if it is saved, it is a waste."

Ye Feng smiled and said, "You're wrong. Not only is there salvation, after the rescue, he can still jump around and can continue to practice any skills of Fang Cunshan."

Thinking that Ye Feng was deliberately showing, Zhao Yizhi expressed anger on his face: "Impossible. Sect Master Ye, even if I had misunderstood the injury of the monk Xuankong Temple just now, I was 100% sure of the injury of this disciple Fang Cunshan. There is no cure for any doctor, even if you are a fairy."

"Haha, I can really heal him and let him jump around alive."

Zhao Yi almost snarled with annoyance: "You're talking big words and sensationalizing."

"We are empty-mouthed, do you dare to bet against me, if I really save him as I said, so that he can jump around immediately, what do you do?"

Zhao Yi flushed with anger and quickly confirmed in his mind that there was no problem with his diagnosis. He said with confidence: "If you can really cure him, I will worship you as a teacher."

Ye Feng looked disdainful: "Cut, you want to go to the teacher, I don't want to accept it yet."

Actually disdain to worship him as a teacher, feeling deeply insulted by Ye Feng, Zhao Yi was so angry that he could not speak.

Ye Feng sneered: "I don't embarrass you. I heard that you are the alchemist of Taiyimen. How about a heavenly pill?"

Zhao Yifang gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, according to your idea, give me a Celestial Pill if you want to lose."

Mr. Mo Da and Mo Er glanced at each other. If at ordinary times, they must find it very interesting to bet on a celestial pill, but now they are concerned about the life and death of their disciples. They have no interest. See Ye Feng and Zhao Yizhi bet.

"Then you'll be ready to be a spirit pill."

Ye Feng's hand pressed lightly on Wang Tong's Heavenly Spirit*, and the palm of his hand sucked suddenly, and a ray of black gas was sucked out of Wang Tong's Tianling Point.

Turning his hands and throwing it, the red-headed centipede was in the middle of the black air. The red-headed centipede was about to crawl to another pool of blood. Suddenly, the whole body rolled up and rolled into a ball, constantly twitching.

Ye Feng looked at Wang Tong again with the eyes of a predator, and was secretly shocked. Wang Tong’s injury was too serious, and only a ray of black disease gas was drawn out. There were more than ten black gases in his body, and his own blue life essence. Entangled together, constantly swallowing the essence of life, turning it a little bit into black gas.

He secretly urged the divine power of the ancient protoss in Dantian, and a gust of wind rose to the ground.

Ye Feng's current cultivation is a state that can no longer be ancient martial arts. Judging from the innate peak, he has inherited the bloodline of the ancient archaic clan.

Once this magical power is activated, it looks like a sea of ​​raging waves, surging.

Mr. Mo Da, who was standing beside him, felt that there was something that made him unbearably stressed, and he overwhelmed.

He knows that only one person can express this kind of pressure, that is Ye Feng. When he attacked Ye Feng with his thoughts, he was counterattacked by Ye Feng's thoughts, and he felt such endless waves of pressure.

He hurried to fight with his inner strength, and with his congenital peak, he actually had enough strength to fight against him.

What frightened him most was that the power produced by Ye Feng was not aimed at him, but when he was healing Wang Tong, the aftermath of the power in his body spread to himself.

He secretly panicked, if this confronts him head-on, what kind of pressure will he face? Could it be that Ye Feng's cultivation practice really exceeds the innate peak?What kind of state is that?

Ye Feng just concentrated on Wang Tong, and didn't see the surprise on Mr. Mo Da's face.

Swish, more than a dozen strands of black gas were drawn and stripped from his cocoon, and they were all drawn from the cover of Wang Tongtianling, and all of them hit the twitching centipede.

I heard the giggling sound of the centipede, the hard and bright shell, there were countless spider-like remnants, and soon the centipede straightened the body and stopped moving.

No one noticed the change of the centipede, they were all paying attention to Wang Tongqi's sudden change of color, and he didn't see Ye Feng's finger sucking and pulling.

Only Lan Ling'er understood it best. She had thought of catching the red-headed centipede to make her own food for the three treasures, and let the three treasures have a meal.

It was unexpectedly discovered that Ye Feng's wrist shook and her fingers were constantly volleying. The red-headed centipede had a hard shell, just like shattered glass, broken into fragments.

The air suddenly froze, and everyone looked at Wang Tong who was half-dead in surprise.

Wang Tong actually opened his eyes. Although his face was covered with blood, his eyes were gleaming, not like wounding an important person, but like he had just woke up from a beautiful dream in the morning.

He got up from the ground and watched with surprise a crowd of people around him, especially seeing Mr. Mo Da and Mr. Mo Er.

He panicly bowed to Mr. Mo Da and Mr. Mo Er: "Sect Master, Master, why are you here, am I not in a battle, how come I fell asleep suddenly?"

Ye Feng smiled disapprovingly. When he exhaled the dead air of Wang Tong's body, he also brought out some damaged memories. This is inevitable. Only after a period of recovery, Wang Tong can restore his memories.

Seeing that Wang Tong was really alive and kicking, nothing happened. Mr. Mo Da's unhappiness because of his disciple's injury affected the prefecture-level ancient martial arts competition and eliminated most of it.

He smiled and pointed to Ye Feng, saying: "You were injured by the boulder that collapsed the mountain just now. Lord Ye Zong saved you. Thank you for your life-saving grace."

Wang Tong saw the messy ground, and some unpleasant memories flashed from his mind. He remembered that he was hit by falling stones, and his face was so scared, he quickly knelt to Ye Feng: "Thank Ye Zongzhu for his life-saving grace."

(End of this chapter)